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  • Why sometimes is actually good listening to things you usually don't - N*E*R*D's…

    Fev 1 2009, 19h26

    I came to listen to N*E*R*D cos' I saw the music video from Everyone Nose (All the Girls Standing in the Line for the Bathroom) in MTV and I really liked it.

    I've never listened to any other of their stuff, so I was really suprised by their diversity of sounds. Take a song like Windows, for exemple, which backs to a 60's vibe at the same time it could be be sang by The Hives. The lyrics itself has a mixture between the old and the new: voyeurism through the window (which instanly reminds me of Hitchcock's "Rear Window") and the computer program Windows.

    Other interesting case is Spaz. It's pratically a reminiscent from Beastie Boys.Anti Matter, on the other hand, is to me a rock song. It doesn't sounds rock, it doesn't has rock lyrics but it has a rock atittude.

    Sooner or Later address the current events. The video is smart for being set in the stock exchange and showing the despair from the bussinesmen in face of the economic crisis. By the end things get bigger, louder, desperater. The song's ending is over the top but it still works.

    Seeing Sounds is a great name for an album that aims it's title: to be a variety of music visions.
  • I could quote Morrissey forever

    Jan 27 2008, 3h28

    And I probably will.


    I wear Black on the outside
    'Cause Black is how I feel on the inside

    And if I seem a little strange
    Well, that's because I am

    I know I'm unloveable
    You don't have to tell me
    I don't have much in my life
    But take it - it's yours

    Unloveable


    Call me morbid, call me pale
    I've spent six years on your trail
    Six full years of my life on your trail

    Sixteen, clumsy and shy
    That's the story of my life

    Half a Person


    I want the one I can't have
    And it's driving me mad
    It's all over, all over, all over my face

    And if you ever need self-validation
    Just meet me in the alley by the
    Railway station

    I Want the One I Can't Have


    Every day you must say
    So, how do I feel about my life ?

    Accept Yourself


    They said :
    "There's too much caffeine
    In your bloodstream
    And a lack of real spice
    In your life"

    I said :
    "Leave me alone
    Because I'm alright, dad
    Surprised to still
    Be on my own..."

    Oh, but don't mention love
    I'd hate the strain of the pain again

    A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours


    What she said:
    "How come someone hasn't noticed
    That I'm dead
    And decided to bury me ?
    God knows, I'm ready !"

    What she said:
    "I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an
    Early death
    AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING !"

    What She Said


    "If you're so funny
    Then why are you on your own tonight ?
    And if you're so clever
    Then why are you on your own tonight ?
    If you're so very entertaining
    Then why are you on your own tonight ?
    If you're so very good-looking
    Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
    I know ...
    'Cause tonight is just like any other night
    That's why you're on your own tonight
    With your triumphs and your charms
    While they're in each other's arms..."
    It's so easy to laugh
    It's so easy to hate
    It takes strength to be gentle and kind

    I Know It's Over


    There's a club, if you'd like to go
    You could meet somebody who really loves you
    So you go, and you stand on your own
    And you leave on your own
    And you go home, and you cry
    And you want to die

    How Soon Is Now


    If you must write prose/poems
    The words you use should be your own
    Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
    'Cause there's always someone, somewhere
    With a big nose, who knows
    And who trips you up and laughs
    When you fall

    Cemetery Gates


    There's more to life than books, you know
    But not much more

    Handsome Devil


    The Smiths
    Morrissey

    etc etc etc
  • Cat Power e Antony And The Johnsons no Auditório do Ibirapuera (25/10) e Björk no…

    Out 30 2007, 22h48

    Listening is an act of surrender - Brian Eno

    Há uma distância entre o artista e a público, um limite bem definido entre aquele que cria e aqueles que admiram. A obra, no entanto, pode ser palpável: ela é o meio pelo qual as duas partes se unem.
    A exploração maciça da pessoa, e não de seu trabalho, torna cada vez mais difícil e rara a apreciação da obra artística. Somos uma geração que não chora ao ouvir uma bela canção; ao contrário, tamanho sentimento é, no mínimo, cafona.
    No entanto, sobrevivem alguns que fazem da apreciação uma experiência e guardam na gaveta de recortes da memória os momentos vividos.

    Cat Power entra no palco e mal percebo. É uma voz grossa masculina falando sobre a carreira da cantora. Olho melhor e lá está ela, dublando-a. Será que ela precisa ter certeza que o público que pagou para vê-la saiba um pouco sobre seu trabalho?
    Jeans, camiseta branca larga, luvinhas, ela não faz questão de ser uma popstar. Começa cantando de lado, para banda, quase que de costas à platéia. A voz rouca soa bem. Depois, mais à vontade, anda pelo palco. Tenho a impressão de que o que ela gostaria mesmo é de nos arrancar das cadeiras.
    Ela não cantou “Love & Communication” (que queria muito ouvir), não cantou muitas outras, mas não deixou de encantar. Engraçada, por vezes até desengonçada, Chan Marshall mostrou-se disposta e simpática. E modesta, fez questão de dizer que não merecia as palmas ao final do show. Merecia sim.

    Antony & The Johnsons é um homem ao piano, dois violinistas, um baixista e uma mulher no violão celo. Elegante. O fundo do palco é preto e a luz, fraca. “My Lady Story”, “Cripple and the Starfish”, vontade de cortar os pulsos e chorar pelo resto da noite. Hegarty começa “For Today I Am A Boy” e recomeça. São os garotos brasileiros, ele diz. Daí para frente, o show é intercalado pela belíssima melancolia de suas canções e as anedotas divertidíssimas que conta. Comentários como sua surpresa ao ver diversas árvores que desconhecia no Parque do Ibirapuera, a perda da ingenuidade do violinista russo na sauna do hotel brasileiro (o que rendeu uma versão inesperada de “I Will Survive”) e, é claro, o já famoso discurso “Digam para suas mães se candidatarem à presidência”.
    No bis, enquanto pensa no que tocar, agradece ao público por conhecer suas canções. Antony é um enigma, retraído (em nenhum momento deixa o piano e sai pelo fundo do palco) e extravagante. No final, saí com o coração quente e a certeza de ter estado sob o mesmo teto com um homem fantástico. Pena não ter corrido ao palco para dar-lhe um abraço.

    O show começa com uma hora de atraso, bandeirolas e a batida do ano, “Earth Intruders”. O público estremece. Björk é um pavão colorido (e digo isto porque os pavões são lindos). A islandesa canta como nos álbuns, sua técnica vocal é impressionante. Os músicos que a acompanham são igualmente talentosos, sente-se que estar em um show da Björk é estar perante o que há de mais moderno na tecnologia musical. Ela é monossilábica, apenas agradece com um “obrigado” arrastado.
    Björk é uma performer, e uma boa performer. É uma artista talentosa com presença e disposição no palco. Senti, porém, falta da sensação de intimidade que os shows de quinta me provocaram. Não há intimidade com milhares de pessoas. Então, o que restava era divertir-se e gritar sempre que pudesse (para isto, “Army of Me” e “Declare Independence”). Lamento que o Antony Hegarty não tenha aparecido no show para cantar “Dull Flames of Desire”, uma grande oportunidade perdida. Tem coisas que só o Tim Festival faz por você.

    Cat Power
    Antony and the Johnsons
    Björk
  • Lady Lazarus - Sylvia Plath

    Set 18 2007, 16h37

    Lady Lazarus

    I have done it again.
    One year in every ten
    I manage it----

    A sort of walking miracle, my skin
    Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
    My right foot

    A paperweight,
    My face a featureless, fine
    Jew linen.

    Peel off the napkin
    0 my enemy.
    Do I terrify?----

    The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
    The sour breath
    Will vanish in a day.

    Soon, soon the flesh
    The grave cave ate will be
    At home on me

    And I a smiling woman.
    I am only thirty.
    And like the cat I have nine times to die.

    This is Number Three.
    What a trash
    To annihilate each decade.

    What a million filaments.
    The peanut-crunching crowd
    Shoves in to see

    Them unwrap me hand and foot
    The big strip tease.
    Gentlemen, ladies

    These are my hands
    My knees.
    I may be skin and bone,

    Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
    The first time it happened I was ten.
    It was an accident.

    The second time I meant
    To last it out and not come back at all.
    I rocked shut

    As a seashell.
    They had to call and call
    And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

    Dying
    Is an art, like everything else,
    I do it exceptionally well.

    I do it so it feels like hell.
    I do it so it feels real.
    I guess you could say I've a call.

    It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
    It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
    It's the theatrical

    Comeback in broad day
    To the same place, the same face, the same brute
    Amused shout:

    'A miracle!'
    That knocks me out.
    There is a charge

    For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
    For the hearing of my heart----
    It really goes.

    And there is a charge, a very large charge
    For a word or a touch
    Or a bit of blood

    Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
    So, so, Herr Doktor.
    So, Herr Enemy.

    I am your opus,
    I am your valuable,
    The pure gold baby

    That melts to a shriek.
    I turn and burn.
    Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

    Ash, ash ---
    You poke and stir.
    Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----

    A cake of soap,
    A wedding ring,
    A gold filling.

    Herr God, Herr Lucifer
    Beware
    Beware.

    Out of the ash
    I rise with my red hair
    And I eat men like air.

    Sylvia Plath
  • BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

    Jul 22 2007, 18h08

  • 2007 is over

    Jul 10 2007, 21h18

    Tromatic Reflexxions - I just started to listen to Von Südenfed and oh my god, they are so good. It really makes me want to dance in a very weird way.

    Volta- I'm not going to say much about "Volta" or Björk, just that I don't understand all these people who say things like "Antony sings bad". ARE YOU INSANE? The duos are beautiful and I'm really going to cry when I'll see them both together*(I hope so).
    *(they didn't sung together, dammit)

    Baby 81- They are the coolest and very, very underrated. "Baby 81" it's about all the good things on rock'n roll: catch refrains, revolucionary lyrics, attitude. Long life to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.

    Neon Bible- I think I might like "Neon Bible" even more than Funeral, it's such a delicate work. The world is collapsing and The Arcade Fire put all there...

    More albuns added to the list:

    White Chalk- I've been reading some bad critics about PJ Harvey's new about and let me just say it's all bullshit. I think "White Chalk" is spetacular, a very thoughtfull and beautiful work of art.

    Alles Wieder Offen- So good to listen to new songs of EN. "AWO" is about they doing what they know best(you know, good music).

    In Rainbows- Radiohead is known for one thing: innovation. Somehow I have the impression that with "In Rainbows" they tried the innovated not so much with the music itself, but with the way it was released. It's an album that will remembered mostly because of this, I think.

    Mirrored - After seeing Battles live and going home thinking "what the fuck I just heard?" I have to say that's one of the most exciting bands of the year. All the confunsion and all the drama put on music. Impressive.
  • I Was a Teenage Satan Worshipper

    Jul 6 2007, 1h22

    Well, not exactly, but that's the name of this finnish electro-pop-synth-80's-like band I've been listening to for a few months now.

    With influences such as Jesus and Mary Chain, Suicide and Stereo Total(whose concert I attended to in 2005- it was awesome), dark/fun lyrics (remember Pop Fan) and a provocative vocal, I Was a Teenage Satan Worshipper just makes me happy.

    :D
  • A few words about my top track

    Abr 28 2007, 20h40

    A hundred plays of "Dom Andra" by Kent. I can't say that's my favorite track ever or the band I love the most. I don't know even why that's my top track... No, I know: I listened it so much looking at the lyrics, trying to understand the sounds of swedish.

    Anyway, "Dom Andra"(The Others) is a great, catching song and it made me appreciate swedish music.

    Kent
    Dom andra
  • Tori Amos - Strange Little Girls

    Abr 17 2007, 21h47

    We all know Tori Amos is amazing. She started playing piano at the age of 2, she's clever, a good singer, great writer, she take pics with Björk and PJ Harvey, she's friend of Neil Gaiman. And she's beautiful too!

    But I must say, I've took a little to long to get into her, now I'm in love. Albuns such "Boys for Pele" and "Little Earthquakes" are already personal classics to me. But it's "Strange Little Girls" that blows my mind. I know, it's all covers, no problem about that.

    "Strange Little Girls" is such interesting project. It's about she singing songs composed by men with a female perspective. She creates storys I would never imagine: Slayer's "Raining Blood" is about a french woman who lived through the war; on "97' Blonnie and Clyde", a disturbing and dark cover from Eminem, she's the murdered wife, baking cake for her child, child she'll never see growing up; "Enjoy the Silence", that great song from Depeche Mode is a showgirl, she's tired but she doesn't give up, and so on...

    I can't decide the caracter I like more. Really like "Real Men", it's like a slap in the face(of men). Maybe the unpretensious girl in "Rattlesnakes" or "I'm not in Love"... I think there's a little bit of strangeness in all of us.

    http://everythingtori.com/go/galleries/view/56/1/29/albums




    Tori AmosStrange Little Girls
  • Elliott Smith: 1000 tracks

    Mar 28 2007, 4h19

    There's a difference between the music that changes you and that one that finds(defines) you.
    After almost 2 years using Last.Fm, after almost 2 years listening to Elliott Smith every week, I've finally got a 1000 tracks from him played. It's hard to me write about him, about his music, even harder write it in english but I'm going to try, I must.
    He had such strong face and such soft voice, I couldn't believe when I saw him for the first time. He's the only who can sound so angry and yet so sweet. He has beautiful melodies and bitter lyrics and lyrics that are so fucking true that fucking hurts.
    Elliott Smith is personal to me. It's like The Catcher in the Rye... it just say a lot to me, for me. And when I discovered he was dead, a little after I started listening to him, I got sad. It's a crying shame, I miss him like an old dear friend.
    Well, Elliott's music found me, defines me. He's just one of my favorite people.




    Elliott Smith