Porque eles estiveram ca e aqui a moizinha nao os foi ver....

Jeeesssuuussssss........ Stupid Girl!!!

Listening:
Alone Again Or
Quattro

Continuando no mundo de Howe Gelb (Band of Blacky Ranchette, Giant Sand, OP8, ...):

The Listener

"See the sky a broil and the color of blood orange. Hear the crackin’ singe of the front metal screen door hinge. Loving like lovers that know they’re going to hang. Sweating bullets and reloading over and over again… Rain is only a rumor, over before it has begun." From the song Blood Orange=Ouve!

Excelente!

Um dos projectos de Howe Gelb:

The Band of Blacky Ranchette, Still Lookin' Good to Me.

Um exemplo: Mope-A-Long. Vale a pena descobrir este disco!

O senhor Dinosaur Jr. continua a ser Grande!!

Everybody Lets me Down (ja estou como tu, J...) e, para animar, Freedom do disco Free So Free.

Viva a Sexta-feira!!!

"Some time around the end of 2001, Bob was sitting in Alex's kitchen. Alex had just been given a bass by his friend Mick, on the condition that he did 'something useful' with it.

"Do you want to learn to play the bass then, Bob?"
"No, I'm an artist, not a musician."
"It's the same thing."
"OK then." "

Reza a lenda que foi assim que nasceram os Franz Ferdinand. E ainda bem!

Tell Her Tonight (Home Demo)

Us

Sim, gosto bastante de Mr. Malkmus!

Levitate Me

Give me help
Give me help
You can... levitate me

Then take off them rings
Off them hose
Levitate me

Higher place
Levitate me

Elevator lady [4x]
Lady levitate me

If all in all is true [3x]
If all is true
Won't you please fawn over me [4x]

Shaky shake... Shakey
Levitate me

Come on Pilgrim
You know he loves you
Levitate me

Higher place
Levitate me

He kicked a baby
Elevator lady [3x]
Lady
Elevator Lady
Lady. Lady. Levitate me

If all in all is true [3x]
If all is true
Won't you please run over me [5x]
Me, me, me, me, ...

Quem? Pixies of course! ;)

Agenda Suicide, a musica que melhor ilustra estes ultimos dias...

Today has been a fucked up day...

mas ja passou...

A vida de prof. assemelha-se em muito `a do canguru, do coelho ou de outros animais saltitantes.
Mas pior do que estar sempre a saltitar 'e quando nem se saltita...
Quando se saltita, descobrimos escolas e locais novos, vamos deixando a nossa marca e, aos poucos, ganhamos mais uns dias de servico para mais um Concurso...

Desta vez, fiquei a saber onde fica Forte da Casa. E vou conhecer um pouco melhor o respectivo liceu. O liceu, os miudos, as salas de aula e as entediantes reunioes... E para esta semana ja ca cantam duas...
Mas nao interessa...

Temos que saltitar, saltitar...

Dub Narcotic Sound System Meets The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion=Pedrada Total!

Exemplo: Fudgy The Whale

porque tenho um fraquinho por cancoes de amor
e porque amo o Amor
e porque a voz e as letras de Maximilian Hecker sao belas
e porque o Belo nunca e demais:

Fool

Fool, I love you
Ooh, how I love you
Fool, will you stay or get away?
Fool, will I have your love someday?

So come here and let go
Come here, my love
So come here and be mine (and let go, my dear)
Come here, my love

All my longing
All my singing
Can, oh can it change the world someday?
Can, oh can it make you come and stay?

The days are endless without your eyes touching my heart, healing my wounds
Heaven knows how I have suffered
Heaven knows I just can't wait for you

Eu Adoro Estes Tipos!!!!

The Hymn for the Cigarettes, Hefner Listen!

No one called, no one wrote, no one phoned,
So no one knew that I was with her on my own.
She smoked on my bed cause she thought it would annoy me,
But I love to watch the girls smoke in my bed.
I love to watch the girls smoke in my bed.
I love to watch the girls smoke in my bed.

How can she love me when she doesn't even love the cinema that I love.
What does she feel if she doesn't have the feeling that I have in my fingers.
This joy I have could lift this ceiling from its rafters but I'm not laughing.

We feel nothing, so we search for nothing, so we achieve nothing, love.

Lucky Strikes remind me of my friends out on the west coast,
Camel Lights remind me of my ex-girlfriend at Christmas time,
Marlboro Reds remind me of giving up in Berlin,
B&H remind me of not giving up but giving in.
B&H remind me of not giving up but giving in.
B&H remind me of not giving up but giving in.

How can she love me when she doesn't even love the cinema that I love.
What does she feel if she doesn't have the feeling that I have in my fingers.
This joy I have could lift this ceiling from its rafters but I'm not laughing.

We feel nothing, so we search for nothing, so we achieve nothing, love.

I don't want to stay in love, love.
I don't want to stay in love.
I don't want to stay in love, love.
I don't want to stay in love.

How can she love me when she doesn't even love the cinema that I love.
What does she feel if she doesn't have the feeling that I have in my fingers.
This joy I have could lift this ceiling from its rafters but I'm not laughing.

We feel nothing, so we search for nothing, so we achieve nothing, love.

Whatever You Love, You Are dos Dirty Three.

Dirty Three=Warren Ellis (violino), Mick Turner (guitarra) e Jim White (bateria), sendo Warren Ellis igualmente o Bad Seed violinista.

Duas musicas que por aqui andam:

I Really Should've Gone Out Last Night (do disco acima referido)
e
Running Scared, Nick Cave e os Dirty Three live (cover do original de Roy Orbinson).

Bullet Proof..I Wish I was, Radiohead

Limb by limb and tooth by tooth,
Tearing up inside of me,
Every day, every hour, just wish that I...
Was bullet proof

Wax me, mould me,
Heat the pins and stab them in,
You have turned me into this, just wish that it...
Was bullet proof

So pay me money and take a shot,
Lead-fill the hole in me,
I could burst a million bubbles, all surrogate...
And bullet proof

Sabem aquele sentimento de termos tanta coisa para dizer e acabarmos por dizer apenas banalidades?
.....

"E continuar sempre como se tudo estivesse no inicio.
Todos os dias, sem descanso."

Abril de sim, Abril de Não, Manuel Alegre

Eu vi Abril por fora e Abril por dentro
vi o Abril que foi e Abril de agora
eu vi Abril em festa e Abril lamento
Abril como quem ri como quem chora.
Eu vi chorar Abril e Abril partir
vi o Abril de sim e Abril de não
Abril que já não é Abril por vir
e como tudo o mais contradição.
Vi o Abril que ganha e Abril que perde
Abril que foi Abril e o que não foi
eu vi Abril de ser e de não ser.
Abril de Abril vestido (Abril tão verde)
Abril de Abril despido (Abril que dói)
Abril já feito. E ainda por fazer.

Recordando o concerto de 30/03/2003 no Garage... E tanta coisa que mudou...

Majesty, Madrugada

So am I good or bad
The way that things did turn out
I did only make you sad
And we cried and we cried on the phone
Oh but in my mind
You were never that all alone

Oh you were majesty
Your ropes were heavy
And your longing was a cutting from bone

So am I, am I good or bad
Could only awake your anger
I could only make you mad
Now was that how you showed me
That you were still so young and bold
Anyway, those fights did drive me
And I was dying of thirst and I wasn't growing old

Oh you were majesty
Your ropes were heavy
And your ropes were very cold
Oh oh oh majesty, oh

But in my mind
I could still climb inside your bed
And I could be victorious
Still the only man
To pass through the glorious arch of your head, oh

Oh you were majesty
Your ropes were heavy
And your treats were very red
Oh you were majesty
Now it's like I said
That spirit, it's now dead
Oh oh oh majesty, oh

Que dia de praia fabuloso!!!

O Sol, a areia, o mar...

Estava mesmo a precisar disto...

JUNKYARD

I am the King. I am the King. I am the King.

one dead marine through the hatch
scratch and scrape this heavenly body
every inch of winning skin
there's junk in honey's sack again


Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey
come on and kiss me-e-e-e-e-e
Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey
Honey-child's takin' over this place


two dead marines standing in a line
drink to me! this heavenly body
every inch of winning thing

Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey
come on and kiss me-e-e-e-e-e
Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey
Honey-shild's takin' over this place

hack hack hack hack this heavenly
yack yack yack yack yack goes junk-face
scratch scrape scratch this winning skin
there's junk in Honey's sack again
there's junk in Honey's sack again
there's junk in Honey's sack again
junk in honey junk in honey
Junkyard King Junkyard King
King King King King King

You Sexy, Sexy Guy!!!!

Underwear, Pulp

Why don't you close the door and shut the curtains
'cos you're not going anywhere?
He's coming up the stairs and in a moment
he'll want to see your underwear.
I couldn't stop it now.
There's no way to get out.
He's standing far too near,
how the hell did you get here?
Semi - naked in somebody else's room.
I'd give my whole life to see it -
just you stood there only in your underwear.
If fashion is your trade then when you're naked
you must be unemployed yeah.
Cos once it's underway there's no escaping
the fact that you're a girl and he's a boy.
I couldn't stop it now.
There's no way to get out.
He's standing far too near.
How the hell did you get here?
Semi - naked in somebody else's room.
I'd give my whole life to see it.
Just you stood there only in your underwear.
If you could close your eyes
and just remember that this is what you wanted last night.
So why is it so hard for you to touch him?
For you to go and give yourself to him
I couldn't stop it now.
There's no way to get out.
He's standing far too near
and how the hell did you get here?
Semi - naked in somebody else's room.
I'd give my whole life to see it.
Just you, stood there only in your underwear.
Oh yeah I want to see you.
Want to see you standing in your underwear.

Every Day And Every Night (1999) dos Bright Eyes

A Line Allows Progress, A Circle Does Not

Wood For Trees (a minha preferida), This Beautiful Mess

all i've got is one shot
so let's get it over with
tell me where do i aim
it's all the same to me
i've got nothing to lose and nothing to gain
i thought i was halfway but i'm not even close
i am running in circles around you
without ever getting a clearer view of you
if you want it to end right here
it will end right here
this will be the end of the line
if you want me to pull over now
i will pull over now
i will turn around right here
all it takes is all i'm not
all i need is all you've got
show me where do i go
i can't see the wood for the trees
you have brought me so far
now finish what you've started
you have brought me so far
now won't you take me home
cut it off
cut it off
if it leads you astray
if it pulls you away
from where you should be
it's better to go blind
than to never go at all
it's better to take the fall
than to never fall at all

E aqui vai a info...

"Caros senhores,

No próximo dia 01 de Maio vai decorrer uma grande noite aqui no Santiago Alquimista: a estreia dos holandeses This Beautiful Mess em Portugal.

A 1ª parte está assegurada pelos nacionais My Tie – www.mytie.info

Temper the Wind to the Shorn Lamb não é um disco qualquer. Demonstra tradição e trabalho de equipa, e soa muito actual. 11 canções memoráveis e genuínas com referências de Coldplay, The Smiths ou dos inicios dos Radiohead ou mesmo Bright Eyes, 16 Horsepower ou Red House Painters. Música Outonal. Em digressão mundial com os ELBOW entende-se o porquê da urgência de os termos ao vivo em Portugal. Para os mais distraidos os Elbow fizeram as primeiras partes dos BLUR nas principais datas mundiais do ano de 2003.

Bilhetes: 10€ com oferta da segunda bebida

Venda antecipada na Fnac do Chiado e no local.

Horários:

Abertura de portas: 22h00

My tie: 22h30

This Beautiful Mess: 23h30

Djeing: Iguana


Para ouvir o disco Temper The Wind To The Shorn Lamb = http://www.deepelm.com/sum/906sum.html

Comparando com o seu album de estreia Falling On Deaf Ears, uma palete de sons e emoções é mais diverso. Cresceram como songwriters, cantores e músicos. Axel toca uma guitarra eléctrica trémula e uma guitarra acústica circunda a voz celestial de Arjen. As canções são sublinhadas pelo influente baixo de Abne e pela voz e piano melódico de Lydia.

Lydia Wever
Voz, piano, Fender Rhodes & sintetizadores
Lydia é também a voz principal do grupo Brown Feather Sparrow. Também toca em Jodi’s Doorstep com Stefan van Maurik (Satellite7).

Axel Kabboord
Guitarras & Bateria
Axel é também baterista do grupo At the Close of Every Day. Axel é também baterista dos Glorybox, grupo-noise da Dinamarca.

Abne Herrebout
Baixo
Abne toca no grupo Rowing on the Lakes of Kanada.

Arjen van Wijk
Voz
Arjen dos Brown Feather Sparrow e toca baixo nos Rollercoaster 23.

René de Vries
Baterista
É o vocalista dos Rollercoaster 23.

Biografia:

2001
Falling On Deaf Ears saiu pela editora Sally Forth Records/ Idol (Europe) e Deep Elm Records (USA, Canada and Japan).
TBM foi banda suporte dos Glorybox (DK).
TBM ganhou o Prémio Popslag 2001.

2002
TBM tocaram nos festivais Eurosonic, Lowlands & Crossing Border.
TBM foi banda suporte dos Ozark Henry.
TBM foram premiados com o Essent Award.

2003
Temper the Wind to the Shorn Lamb sai pela editora Idol Media/ Sally Forth Records."

Bem, aqui a moizinha vai!!!

The Sword of God dos Quasi

It's Raining

It's raining, it's raining - there's nothing you can do.
It doesn't only rain on you,
But you're acting all upset
Like you're the only one who's wet.
It's raining, it's raining - there's nothing we can do.
It's raining on me, too.
You man & you cry
But that won't affect the sky.
You're not a saint, you're not a saviour
Or a devil, it's agreed.
Oh lucky you, oh lucky me -
We've had more of those than we need.
It's raining, it's raining, & I can't tell you when
This storm is going to end.
So go ahead & cry,
But that won't keep you dry.

Ginger-ale afternoon beginning...

E esta vai para todos os SOUL SUCKIN JERKS!!!!

Continuando a comemorar os 10 anos de Mellow Gold

Soul Suckin Jerk, Beck

I got a job making money for the man
Throwing chicken in the bucket with the soda pop can
Puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair
Running through the mini mall in my underwear
I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride home
Sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'Til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat
As I took a little nap the cops picked up us both
I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform
He said too bad. You want to bite the bullet hard son?
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
And I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon
Dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon

I ain't going to work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack
I ain't going to work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack

Standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
Fourteen days I've been sleeping in the barn
Better I get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistling dixie with the dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
Telling me to get busy cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's coming after me with a butterfly net
Riding on the bloodhound ringing the bell
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Taking turns baking worms with the bacon and eggs
Well they got me in a bird cage flapping my jaw
Like a pretzel in the stars just waiting to fall
So give me what I got to get so I can go
Cos I ain't washing dishes in the ditch no more

I ain't going to work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack
I ain't going to work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack

Oh que peninha.....

LOLOLOL

"Hank Williams died the year I was born. Make room for whom? May 12, 1953".


Throw a match in e The wish, "a gift from Terry".

Mr. Terry Lee Hale . Um Grande senhor!

O novo dos excelentes Archive.
Sleep, a musica que por aqui paira...

Se me voltasses a ver, será que me reconhecerias?

Nem eu me consigo reconhecer quando vejo o meu reflexo...

Dói-me a alma.

A Ironia é a última a morrer.......

No entanto, está difícil ser irónica nos tempos que correm........

Infelizmente, a vida real não é assim tão emocionante...

The Hook, Stephen Malkmus

Listen!

At age 19 I was kidnapped by Turkish pirates
Mediterranean thugs
After some torture they considered me their mascot
Cypriotic Good luck
I had to taste the deck and many other things
I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring
And I would never see my family again

By 25 I was respected as an equal
My art was a knife
On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard
Yeah I was seeking a fight
There is no time to pray
And there’s no time to beg
And then it’s off with an arm
Or it’s off with a leg
And if I spare your life
It’s because the tide is leaving

Oh yeah

By 31 I was the captain of a galleon
I was Poseidon’s new son
The coast of Montenegro was my favorite target
It was ever so fun
We had no wooden legs
Or steel hooks
We had no black eye patches
Or a starving cook
We were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailor
Yeah we were killers with the cold eyes of a sailor

Lembram-se do anúncio das célebres Bombocas?
"Só há esta e é para mim".

O mesmo aconteceu comigo na sexta-feira na Carbono. Depois de tanto tempo de procura, lá o encontrei:


Só havia este e foi para mim! :)

E os Webb Brothers por cá andam:

"Oh Ms Moriarty take me away
Gonna live a year in a day
Wanna tell you why we'll never get caught,
you look better when your takin it off...
not just you...

I don't really want no one,
I don't really want no one else

Oh, the first time's a killer
but you didn't want to give it away
I'm like the monkey in then middle
but I always got something to say
without thinking about no one.

Tell me what are we gonna do?
there's nothing that I wouldn't do.

Pin the dragon to the top of your hat,
I'm in the attic staying up with the bats
Not just you....
I don't really want no one...
I don't really want no one else.

Oh, the second time it's easy
but you didn't let it get in the way
I'm like the monkey in the middle but I...
I always got something to say
without thinking about no one...

I don't really want no one.

All dressed up with nowhere to go,
all dressed up with nowhere to go....

Agora substituir o nome em itálico.........
.............................................

Três músicas de ânimo que rodam por aqui:

For Nancy, Pete Yorn

And when you said I could not stay with you
That's not the way you would have wanted to be
Convince yourself that everything is alright
'Cos it already is

Don't sell your heart and break just anyone
I want to run with you through moorland fields
Convince yourself that everything is alright
'Cos it already is
'Cos it already is

So take your lessons hard and stay with him
When your car crash comes, don't be misled
Convince yourself that everything is alright
'Cos it already is
'Cos it already is

So take your lessons hard and stay with him
And when your car crash comes, don't be misled
Convince yourself that everything is alright
'Cos it already is
Yeah it already is

So take him home
So take him home
So take him home

Take him, Take him home
Take him, Take him home

The Living End, The Jesus and Mary Chain

I get ahead on my motorbike
I get ahead on my motorbike
I feel so quick in my leather boots
I feel so quick in my leather boots
My mood is black when my jacket's on
My mood is black when my jacket's on
And I'm in love with myself
And I'm in love with myself
There's nothing else but me
There's nothing else but me
And an empty road
And a cool cool wind and it makes feel so good
Just like I knew it would
Just like I knew it would

I get so wild on my motorbike
I get so wild on my motorbike
I'm breaking loose on this moonlit night
I'm breaking loose on this moonlit night
I cut the road like a sharpened knife
I cut the road like a sharpened knife
And I'm in love with myself
And I'm in love with myself
There's nothing else but me
There's nothing else but me
And an empty road
And a cool cool wind makes me feel so good

I'm moving too fast, * I'm moving too fast *
I'm moving so fast that I can't control the wheels
I'm moving so fast, * I'm moving so fast *
Yeah, I'm going for a tree, yeah it's going for me, yeah
My head is dripping into my leather boots.

Therefore I Am, Jim O'Rourke

Dia 1 de Maio, Santiago Alquimista


Este, faço questão de não deixar escapar!

15 de Abril de 2004:

É verdade....
E parece que foi ontem...

Uma das minhas músicas favoritas presente neste célebre "1º" álbum de Mestre Beck:

Steal my Body Home

Put me in a hole in the ground
With the money and the town
And the women all runnin' around

Can't complain about the mess
Momma killed her only dress
Now she's longin' for the pines

Watch my troubles all unwind
Drinkin' gasoline and wine
Catch a chill off the stove

On the train they cannot feel
Lost my head beneath the wheel
Now she steals my body home

The trees are fake, the air is dead
The birds are stuffed with poison lead
And the ground is much too clean

And if it's only me who's scared
Strap me into the electric chairs
Ring the moon like a broken bell

When she drags you from the hill
Daddy's gonna burn down the still
We can watch it from the rooftop

Lay into the fryin' pan
Now she kisses her own hand
With the fiddle on the fire

I took a leap into the fog
Sleepin' on a hollow log
Now I'm coughin' with no mouth

You can keep yourself inside
But you know you cannot hide
When the devil's your only friend

A nova aventura de Mark Kozelek, a voz e a alma dos Red House Painters. Um disco indispensável!
Sim, é o mais recente vício.

Ando pelas ruas de Lisboa há já algum tempo... acompanhada do meu melhor amigo... o meu leitor de cds...

Hoje o disco é o novíssimo Nus dos Mão Morta.
Está sol e a música que me persegue é a última, Morgue...

É triste, é mórbida, poderão dizer. Não, é sublime. Sublime e bela.

Aqui fica a lindíssima letra:

"As paredes brancas da morte
As paredes brancas da morte
As paredes brancas da morte
frio (frio)
vácuo
arrepio (arrepio)
gelo
As paredes brancas da morte
As paredes brancas da morte
As paredes brancas da morte
calafrio (calafrio)
metal
rocio (rocio)
luz
vazio (vazio)
húmido
luzidio (luzidio)
morgue
morgue
morgue
vácuo
frio
gelo
luzidio
metal
arrepio
húmido
calafrio
morgue
morgue
morgue"

O regresso de uma Excelência.
E as saudades que eu já tinha...

Pois....

Aconteceu....

PC está out e aqui a moizinha está muito infeliz... Snif.... Snif...

Até ao meu regresso! Espero que em breve.....
(estamos na altura dos milagres mas o filho da mãe não quer ressuscitar...)

E porque a minha pancada por este disco

não tem fim, aqui está o vídeo The Sound of Settling dos GRANDES Death Cab for Cutie.

E aqui fica a letra para cantarem também (LOLOL):

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots; that my tongue is tied off
My brain's repeating if you've got an impulse, LET IT OUT!
but they never make it past my mouth

(Bop Ba...) This is the sound of settling (Bop Ba, bop ba...)
(Bop Ba...) This is the sound of settling (Bop Ba, bop ba...)

Our youth is fleeting, old age is just around the bend and I can't wait to go gray
And I'll sit an wonder of every love that could have been
If I'd only thought of something charming to say

(Bop Ba...) This is the sound of settling (Bop Ba, bop ba...)
(Bop Ba...) This is the sound of settling (Bop Ba, bop ba...)

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots

E para comemorar a feliz notícia do último post, aqui vai uma remistura muito original de Debra, uma das músicas que decerto Beck cantou a Marissa! ;)

Debra de Beck meets N.E.R.D. (Dj Reset featured on KRCW "Metropolis")

Novidades do Mestre A.K.A. Obsessão! Desta vez da vida privada... mas enfim!
O verdadeiro fã quer saber TUDO:

"Beck is said to have married his eight-month pregnant girlfriend, Marissa Ribisi, in Santa Monica on Saturday [03/04/04]. A well-placed source says Ribisi, the twin sister of actor Giovanni Ribisi, confided to pals that she and the rocker were getting hitched in a small ceremony with family and friends.

Big-bellied Marissa was seen at Beck's surprise concert at the Knitting Factory in L.A. last week, along with fellow Scientologists Juliette Lewis, Danny Masterson and "Swimfan" actress Erica Christensen."
---New York Post---

BOA!!! Um Beckito para breve!!!

Congratulations! :)
Mrs. Hansen, cuide bem do meu querido Mestre! You lucky girl!

Rykodisc To Release The Smooth Sounds Of Josh Rouse
Live DVD With Bonus Full-Length Studio Album

"THE SMOOTH SOUNDS OF JOSH ROUSE DVD and CD package is the follow-up to Rouse's critically acclaimed 1972 album. The DVD is a full-length live show taped in Josh's hometown of Nashville, TN on New Years Eve 2003, capturing Rouse and band in the midst of his massive 1972 world tour, and highlights songs from the 1972 album alongside classics from his earlier releases.

Included on the DVD is a documentary, “The Many Moods of Josh Rouse” featuring interviews with Josh, his band and peers from other acclaimed musical acts, artists and producers. Also, there is a full album's worth of rare and previously unreleased Josh Rouse music included on a separate CD, hand-selected from his personal cupboard of recordings by Josh himself. "
---no site da editora de Josh---

Full DVD Track List:
1. Comeback (Light Therapy)
2. Love Vibration
3. Sunshine (Come On Lady)
4. Under Your Charms
5. Slaveship
6. 1972
7. Rise
8. Feelin No Pain
9. Miracle
10. Under Cold Blue Stars
11. Late Night Conversation
12. Directions
13. Flight Attendant

Bonus CD Track List (RARITIES):
1. Michigan
2. Princess On The Porch
3. Knights Of Loneliness
4. I Just Want To Live
5. A Well Respected Man
6. Kentucky Flood
7. Pittsburgh
8. Me Gusta Dormir
9. Scenes From A Bar In Toronto
10. Smile

Sai dia 29 de Junho!

A voz de Ben Gibbard e a electrónica de Jimmy Tamborello num projecto desenvolvido com a ajuda dos Correios... The Postal Service e o óptimo álbum de estreia Give Up:

Such Great Heights

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Estava eu a folhear essa maravilha que nos alegra a vida de três em três meses, a Mondo Bizarre (God bless ya!) [por acaso não estão a precisar de ninguém para servir cafézinhos ou arrumar discos ou... .... adiante...] e, entre muitas coisas interessantes, deparo-me com uma entrevista aos The Shins. E então, dei por mim à procura deste disco:

No entanto, ainda não o encontrei...

Enquanto se espera por melhores dias, fica aqui o tema de apresentação de Chutes Too Narrow: So Says I

Make Up the Breakdown.

Senhores e Senhoras, do Canadá: Hot Hot Heat!

A ouvir a bem animada Bandages! (a letra é algo spooky....) :)

O meu próximo concerto:

Mr. Bobby Conn, dia 15 no Lux.

Do novo The Homeland, um dos vários exemplos de um sentido de humor muito apurado: We come in peace.

The Club dos Loto

Aqui a moizinha vai hoje às 18h30 ver à Fnac Chiado o showcase dos Loto.
Estar de regresso ao desemprego tem destas coisas... Tem-se alguma disponibilidade...

Já agora aproveito para dizer que se souberem de alguma proposta de trabalho interessante, façam favor de contactar: becksfan@sapo.pt

Thanks! :)

O belíssimo Blackberry Belle dos The Twilight Singers do ex-Afghan Whigs Greg Dulli ao vivo no programa "Morning becomes Eclectic" da rádio KCRW - 5 Março 2004

Ouve pois vale bem a pena (precisa de Real Player)

Actuação imperdível!
Ousadia em grande forma!

Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes dos TV on the Radio

A ouvir: Dreams

À procura de novos sonhos...

Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff!
American Splendor

Simplesmente genial!

Vale a pena espreitar o site.

I hate myself and I want to die.

Kurt Cobain
20 Fevereiro 1967 - 5 Abril 1994

E vocês? Por onde andavam há 10 anos atrás?

---Ao longo da semana, Nuno Indiegente Calado vai recordar Kurt e os Nirvana.---

Enquanto esperamos pelo próximo álbum, vai rodando o excelente Turn on the Bright Lights dos Interpol.

O vídeo Pda

The National, 2001

A ouvir: Cold girl fever

Já conhecia grande parte dos 20 vídeos que constituem esta maravilha, tendo-os mesmo gravado em Vhs. No entanto, como fã dessa Instituição que tem como nome Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds a.ka. Vício, não hesitei nem um segundo e cá está ele!

Cada vídeo é comentado pela banda e existem inúmeros momentos imperdíveis. Refiro alguns:

Stagger Lee - Nick Cave com uma t-shirt cor de rosa, dançando lascivamente é, de facto, algo bizarro num senhor que tem/teve como imagem de marca a camisa e o sapatinho à pimp do Intendente...

Henry Lee - A cumplicidade com Miss Polly Jean, incluindo bailarico e beijoca. Filmado em 1 take, hem? Mas que casal formidável!

Loverman - Uma das minhas canções favoritas e um vídeo poderosíssimo. Para mim o melhor.
(e o sorriso irónico nos meus lábios relembrando o facto desta música me ter sido dedicada noutros tempos...)

Do you love me? - Um dos vídeos mais interessantes de Nick Cave, filmado em S. Paulo, num daqueles locais duvidosos onde não nos surpreenderíamos, de forma alguma, em vê-lo.
Nick aparece por instantes vestido de mulher tendo sido (palavras do mesmo) chamado de ugly bitch pelos travestis presentes... hehehe!

The Ship Song - Lindíssima, no entanto um dos vídeos mais desconfortáveis para Nick. Nada difícil de entender quando vemos Mr. Cave rodeado de miudinhas. Vê-lo de pé, de mão dada com uma pequena é sem dúvida hilariante!
Atenção ao coro!

The Singer - A cover do original The folk singer de Johnny Cash é o vídeo no qual Nick se considera no seu melhor, "Handsome" mesmo.
E quem sou eu para o contrariar? ;)

I love you, Nick!
(o homem cujos penteados deviam ter copyright!)
Sim, porque não são para qualquer pessoa, amigos...

Too Sick to Pray, A3 --Vídeo--

I'm in a lonely room
Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues
Winter's walking up the avenue
And I ain't seen the sunshine since the 6th of June
But I tell you this

Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better
Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
Just because I burned my bible baby
It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray

I'm in a crowded place
But I can't recognize a single face
They say the thrill is in the chase
Well I ain't got the legs, ain't got the legs
To run that race

But I tell you this

Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better
Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
Just because I burned my bible baby
It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray

They say I made my money messing up young minds
I stooped the congregation and left them crying in the rain
Yea left them with their pain
Exit your boy with his ill-got left them crying in the rain
Yea left them with their pain
Exit your boy with his ill-got pain
Exit your boy with his ill-gotten gains

Well the blood runs deep and the blood runs cold
As the knife slits so another sucker is born and thrown into this world alone
The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home
Better burn a candle light

Ease The Pain

Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better
Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
Just because I burned my bible baby
It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray

Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better
Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
Just because I burned my bible baby
It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray

Better burn the candle bright

Ease The Pain

Regard the End dos Willard Grant Conspiracy

A ouvir:

River in the pines

Beyond the Shore

O regresso de uma grande banda.

POWER

" I can make the earth stop in
its tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.

I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on others worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.

I can

I am



People need Connectors
Writers, heroes, stars,
leaders
To give life form.
A child's sand boat facing
the sun
Plastic soldiers in the miniature
dirt war. Forts.
Garage Rocket Ships

Ceremonies, theatre, dances
To reassert Tribal needs & memories
a call to worship, uniting
above all, a reversion,
a longing for family & the
safety magic of childhood



The grand highway
is
crowded
w/
lovers
&
searchers
&
leavers
so
eager
to
please
&
forget.

Wilderness


Now is blessed
The rest
remembered "

---Palavra do Senhor!---

E o que me apetece dizer agora é o que eles já disseram:

"I hope that you are happy,
So happy that it kills you"

Hoje estive a rever o documentário fact/fiction que acompanha o disco 1972 do formidável Josh Rouse.

É de facto muito bom saber que artistas desta qualidade estão a começar a ter um pouco do reconhecimento que merecem.
E para quando Josh em Portugal?
Pois... isso já é pedir demais, não é? Não acho! Sei até que é um pedido aplaudido por muitos mais como eu, fãs do músico, fãs de música.
É triste saber que artistas super interessantes passam aqui tão pertinho, na Espanha, mas que depois não têm lugar em Portugal... E isto no ano em que todos os caminhos vêm dar ao nosso país...
Não entendo...
Quero cá Josh Rouse, Death Cab for Cutie, Grandaddy, Flaming Lips, Webb Brothers, Twilight Singers, Mark Lanegan, Preston School of Industry, Spiritualized, ...

Por que raio não pode ser?

Já nem falo de White Stripes, Interpol, Strokes... mas se calhar devia!

Beck de volta aos shows

"Playing his first show in 5 months, Beck came by from the studio and performed a small solo set for a packed crowd at the tail end of the benefit for the Los Feliz Mission at the Knitting Factory in Los Angeles.

Beck stomped out some old favorites, along with the Korgis cover "Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime" which just appeared in Michel Gondry's "Eternal Sunshine" film, and a rousing version of the Kinks "Nothing In This World Can Stop Me Worrying About That Girl" with some audience members on shakers and tambourines. He ended the set with a dozen audience members onstage dancing through a "Hollywood Freaks" jam. "
---retirado de beck.com---

Mesmo a propósito, o amigo Hermes coloca à disposição a audição da cover de Beck do tema Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime dos Korgis. Tomei a liberdade de copiar o link: ouçam!

Desta vez o mais recente dos Webb Brothers. Hoje eles estiveram em alta por estes lados...

I've Been Waiting

I've got a feeling, I can't explain it but I
Know what it means
I try to tell you, just couldn't say it but I
know what it means

If I make a promise then I, I need to keep it
No matter what it brings
I'll try to be there, I won't try and stop you
No matter how it seems

'Cause I've been waiting so long
I can't let this go wrong
'Cause I know that it's happening again
I can't let this pass by
Give it one perfect try
'Cause I know that it's happening again
Here We Go

I've got a feeling, I can't explain it but I
Know what it means
I try to tell you, just couldn't say it but I
know what it means

'Cause I've been waiting so long
I can't let this go wrong
'Cause I know that it's happening again
I can't let this pass by
Give it one perfect try
'Cause I know that it's happening again
Here We Go

I've been waiting
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting for somebody like you

The Liar's Club- The Webb Brothers

We're the Liar's club
We get together to pretend that everything is fun,
Where everyone looks perfect and the party's never done,
'Till we see the sun, see the sun

We all know the rules,
We hit the trendy spots in groups of threes and fours and twos,
Where everyone's important and the poison that you choose,
Can't catch up to you, just your friends

Don't frown, don't pout, don't snivel, don't cry,
Don't cough, don't choke, don't faint, don't die,

We're the Liar's Club,
Yeah, we're getting older but we like to think we're young,
And when the lights are low I look as if I'm 21,
Very young, very young

We all know the rules
So if I owe you money I will pay you back real soon
Don't call me in the morning call me in the afternoon
In the afternoon, afternoon

Don't frown, don't pout, don't snivel, don't cry,
Don't cough, don't choke, don't faint, don't die,
You'll give yourself away, you'll give yourself away,
And everyone will see, that you're unhealthy.

We're the Liar's Club,
Forget each other's names but that don't matter much to us,
There's always someone new to meet and someone else to love,

Join the club, join the club, join the club, join the club!

Don't frown, don't pout, don't snivel, don't cry,
Don't cough, don't choke, don't faint, don't die,
You'll give yourself away, you'll give yourself away,
And everyone will see, that you're unhappy.


Os fabulosos Webb Bros e Maroon de 2000.

The Life and Death of an American Fourtracker (2002) de John Vanderslice, um rapaz muito interessante.

A ouvir: Me and My 424

Talvez seja uma boa ideia dedicar-se à escrita depois do tormento a que me obrigou a mim e a mais algumas centenas de pessoas no último Sudoeste....
Como até teve o bom gosto de convidar Mr. Sexy Mf para protagonizar e produzir o filme é algo que me deixa perplexa...
Será brincadeirinha de 1 de Abril?

A propósito de argumentos para filmes: A movie script ending dos DCFC aka Sonho