melomanias, etc.

terça-feira, janeiro 29, 2008

copycats I love #1

Ok, maybe not really copycats - I would answer to your complaints. The politically correct version would be something like interpreters. But this is my blog and I don't care about that: copycats it is.

The #1 bit let's us foresee that there will be others. Well, originality is an extinct species anyway. So I imagine I am going to have various sources of inspiration for these thematic posts, apart from the ones I can already recollect from past memories.

Now, to what really made me want to write this (in addition to the frustration of seeing my blog creatively frozen for several days in a row - a situation which has no novelty about itself - now this parenthesis is already too long, but like I said, it's my blog and I'll leave it like this just because I want to and, more importantly, I CAN): let's start with, hum, Elliott Smith. It could be Franz Ferdinand, and I would like that also, but no. I'd rather start with something more Indie so as to make a statement (even before saying anything).

Because. Beatles wrote it. It is a simple song and quite beautiful, harmony-based. (Most of the times, those are the hardest to create). I've met it for the first time listening to Elliott Smith and let myself float. Elliott's interpretation doesn't strip the song of its beatlelesque qualities. Conversely, it refines its harmonies and affirms its dreamy spirit.

It is not the type of song one can imagine Elliott Smith writing. Not that its formal beauty is somehow a foreigner to Elliott's works. That formal beauty characterized by vocal harmonies and idealized sounds is present in several of his best creations. But Elliott didn't picture the world as a redundantly pleasurable place - like the one present in Because. He usually completed his songs with pessimistic lyrics that, combined with the dreamy soundscapes, bore a unique feeling of authenticity (because the world is beautiful, but tragically beautiful).

And now I've said more about Elliott than I have said about the song. But it's by perceiving Elliott's character that we can better comprehend the song and the reason that took a depressed soul to choose The Beatles repertoire for his favorite source of covers. Anyone who's feeling depressed would aim at living in such a perfect place as the one composed of their songs. Just Because.

terça-feira, janeiro 22, 2008

one two three four..

guess who's showing at the door.

Feist: 10 Junho @ Coliseu Porto (€23 a €28) + 11 Junho @ Coliseu Lisboa (€23 a €30) = 21h

sábado, janeiro 19, 2008

Ben Folds (me into) Five

sexta-feira, janeiro 18, 2008

"I'm so tired of playing"

"playing with this bow and arrow - gonna give my heart away, leave it to the other girls to play"

Portishead: 26 Março no Coliseu do Porto (€26 a €35) e 27 de Março no Coliseu de Lisboa (€32 a €35).

terça-feira, janeiro 15, 2008

KiN Mode ON



"Wuthering Heights

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights,

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!"

by Kate Bush

domingo, janeiro 13, 2008

De Wit

A witty writer is one who's specialized in writing aphoristically.

sábado, janeiro 12, 2008

"Hate to say I told you so..."

Os pretextos para repetir esta frase são inúmeros. Com ou sem entoação musical. E se a frase já foi mero lugar comum do léxico global, uma certa banda sueca apoderou-se dela, e de nós, transformando-nos em hospedeiros de oto-vermes por cada vez que assoma numa conversa o "eu bem te disse"...

Pronto, os Hives vêm a Portugal. "...now it's all out and you [know]". Concerto único, no Coliseu de Lisboa, dia 9 de Abril. Os bilhetes oscilam entre os €25 e os €28. O concerto começa às 21h, se não for dia de jogo, e com sorte as cinderelas conseguem chegar a casa antes de as respectivas viaturas se transformarem em abóboras.

Com ou sem sapatinho de cristal, o grito de guerra é: "Walk Idiot Walk"!

quinta-feira, janeiro 10, 2008

Survival of the self

The more you feel surrounded by stupidity, the more you want to seclude yourself in intellectuality.

quarta-feira, janeiro 09, 2008

Dear misogyny:

Ok, then. I'm a "woman like a man"; and I prefer it that way.

So what? I never said I loved womankind that much but nor do I admire profoundly mankind. I can only direct my love towards the individual, and no group, whatever its defining characteristics may be, is on the verge of changing that.

terça-feira, janeiro 08, 2008

Passive-aggressive says

Your heart is the last refuge of a masochist.

segunda-feira, janeiro 07, 2008

New Year's resolution

To bring about no more new year's resolutions.

It's not just nonsense; it's because I can recognize my limits.
And yes, I have my own agenda and I don't think I should change when everybody thinks they should change (but don't). Urge to change without a leitmotiv, I can recognize, goes against the individual's nature and is therefore useless and pretentious.