sexta-feira, novembro 26, 2004

TABACO e CHOCOLATE

Se puder levarei comigo algumas coisinhas pra divertir meus dias do lado de lá...

"Cigarettes and chocolate milk. These are just a couple of my cravings. Everything it seems I like´s a little bit stronger, a little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me.
If I should buy jellybeans have to eat them all in just one sitting. Everything it seems I like´s a little bit sweeter, a little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me.
And then there´s those other things which for several reasons we won´t mention. Everything about them is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder, a little bit deadly.

It isn´t very smart, tends to make one part so brokenhearted...

Sitting here remembering me always been a shoe made for the city. Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places with scrappy boy´s faces, have general run of the town. Playing with prodigal sons takes a lot of sentimental valiums. Can´t expect the world to be your raggedy Andy while running on empty you little old doll with a frown. You got to keep in the game retaining mystique while facing forward. I suggest a reading of "a lesson in tightropes" or "surfing your high hopes" or "adios Kansas".

It isn´t very smart, tends to make one part so brokenhearted...

Stille there´s not a show on my back holes or a friendly intervention I´m just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish, a little bit tower of Pisa.

Whenever I see you, please be kind if I´m a mess.

Cigarettes and chocolate milk.
Cigarettes and chocolate milk."

by RUFUS WAINWRIGHT

Obrigado MC Salluh!




quinta-feira, novembro 18, 2004

Literatura para o alem

Com certeza - se e' que da' pra ter alguma certeza nesse caso - se pudermos ouvir musica do lado de la', tambem poderemos ler algo. Perambulando pelo norte, encontrei uma revista velha com cara de nova e um editorial interessante que transcreverei aqui na integra aos interessados...

"you're probably wondering what we are trying to do. It's hard to say: sort of a magazine and sort of a newspaper. The name of it is Rolling Stone, which comes from an old saying: "a rolling stone gathers no moss". Muddy Waters used the name for a song; and "Like a Rolling Stone" was the title of Bob Dylan's first rock & roll record.
We have begun a new publication reflecting what we see are the changes in rock & roll and the changes related to rock & roll. Because the trade papers have become so inaccurate and irrelevant, and because the fan magazines are an anachronism, fashioned in the mold of myth and nonsense, we hope that we have something here for the artists and the industry, and every person who "believes in the magic that can set you free".
Rolling Stone is not just about music, but also about the things and attitudes that the music embraces. We've been working quite hard on it, and we hope you can dig it. To describe it any further would be difficult without sounding like bullshit, and bullshit is like gathering moss."

Iann Wenner
November 9th, 1967

quarta-feira, novembro 17, 2004

Beaujoulais nouveau!!!

A partir de hoje, para quem gosta de vinhos frutados e jovens, o Beaujoulais nouveau esta nas ruas e bares.
Minha duvida cruel (alem daquela eterna sobre Nelson Ned) e':

Que musicas acompanham bem um Beaujoulais nouveau?
Minhas sugestoes iniciais sao:

1) Vou de Taxi - Angelica
2) I-la-i-la-ie - Xou da Xuxa
3) Balao Magico - Turma do Balao Magico
4) Berlin - Lou Reed

...

E por ai vai. Quem se habilita a aumentar a lista?

terça-feira, novembro 16, 2004

buddy bolden's blues

sensacional essa pedida sua Edu!
melhor que isso só um filme sobre o buddy bolden (pai da improvisação no jazz de New orleans de 189oetal e 1900e poucos). Mas esse filme ainda não existe...se encontrar o Ken burns ou o marsalis encomende!

fica aqui a sugestão pra festinha do além: "buddy bolden's blues" por jelly roll morton

Jack Johnson 1908

" What have I done?" .
Um pandeiro, um reco-reco, um contra-baixo (Maria gorda), piano, sax alto, clarineta e ninguem mais que Winton Marsalis com seu trompete (e voz!), liderando um septeto de oito - que na verdade eram nove - marcaram minha noite de sabado.
O pre-lancamento da biografia de Jack Johnson (nada a ver com o surfista de "Times like these") no Jazz at Lincoln Center apresentou clipes do filme "Unforgivable Blackness", a ser lancado oficialmente pela emissora PPS, a mesma da premiada e cultuada historia do Jazz, dia 17 de janeiro proximo.
Unforgivable Blackness descreve a trajetoria do primeiro negro norte-americano a conquistar o titulo de campeao mundial de boxe, categoria peso pesado. Alem de campeao, o rapaz ousou ha 100 anos, ostentar seu bom gosto desfilando com ternos europeus acompanhado de namoradas brancas... Nem e' preciso dizer que a historia - que desagradou blacks and whites - nao deixou muita documentacao do fato, so' agora resgatado pelo diretor Ken Burns.
Mr. Marsalis, que compos a maioria das musicas que formam a trilha sonora do filme, estava em noite de muita inspiracao. Para encerrar, um titulo sugestivo: "We'll meet again".

A trilha sonora sera' lancada em breve pela Verve. Se der tempo, por favor, toquem no meu funeral!

terça-feira, novembro 09, 2004

god's comic...

A letra é longa, mas leiam de um folego só...é uma "gema" funestra-hilária-lirica do velho e bom Declan Macmanus aka Elvis costello

I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny feller
The crowd would hoot and holler for moreI wore a drunk's red nose for applause
Oh yes I was a comical priest"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar
Chorus:Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead,now I'm dead, now I'm dead
And I'm going on to meet my rewardI was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared
He might of never heard God's Comic
So there he was on a water-bedDrinking a cola of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son""
I've been wading through all this unbelievablejunk
and wondering if I should have giventhe world to the monkeys
"ChorusI'm going to take a little trip down Paradise's endless shores
They say that travel broadens the mind, 'til you can't get your head out of doors
I'm sitting here on the top of the worldI hang around in the longest night
Until each beast has gone bed and then I say"God bless" and turn out the light
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe and you beg and you promise
And you bargain and you pleadSometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
It's the big white beard I supposeI'm going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold
I might be gone for a while if you need me
Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead,now I'm dead, now I'm dead
and you're allgoing on to meet your rewardAre you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared?Are you scared?
You might have never heard, but God's comic

segunda-feira, novembro 08, 2004

Oi!

Mais uma garrafa lançada ao mar: Carlinha, nossa "tudo de bom" da Oi! diz que a galera da criação tem contribuições funéreas para dar e vender.
Vamos ver o som que os marqueteiros curtem...