terça-feira, 16 de março de 2004
Leituras...
Estava eu bem aperaltado a passar os olhos pelo DN e dei com uma página "partilhada" pelo Mexia e pelo Lomba. Ainda bem que vi, logo a seguir, aquele reclamo do sal e da pimenta, ao menos isso.
Frescos
A questão das listas de blogs portugueses actualizados é algo que me anda a fazer espécie. Se por um lado podemos colocar os blogs preferidos na nossa própria página, por outro não é fácil saber se esses blogs estão ou não actualizados. E isto é importante porque cada vez que abrimos um blog isso traduz sempre falta de paciência e leva ao desinteresse pela página em si, acrescido ao facto de ela estar precisamente na mesma aquando da ultima visita. Por conseguinte, é de "serviço público", sim senhor, existirem listas de favoritos, abertas, onde cada qual pode ver quem edita e, assim, fazer uma visita util. Todavia, andam para aí uns engraçadinhos, cheios de salamaleques e outras couves, a criar listas de favoritos que não passam de uma listinha com a mesma meia duzia de blogs de sempre, a mesma estafada listinha onde imperam os blogs de referência e pouco mais - para isso mantenham-na privada. Depois ainda dizem que têm uma janela para a blogosfera. Um postigo, é o que é. E contradizem-se ao apelarem à bondade da criação da lista e, logo de seguida, "isto não é público", para depois andarem a pedir para linkarem a respectiva lista noutros blogs. O que é que quereis? criem uma blogosfera "pay per view" e degustem-se praí. Agora não me venham com merdas porque eu não sou de merdas, sou de fodas.
Para quem estiver interessado em saber de blogs actualizados por favor, abra esta lista que é, a meu ver, a mais abrangente de todas e onde aparecem blogs portugueses, ao contrário de outras onde aparecem os blogs dos amigos.
Para quem estiver interessado em saber de blogs actualizados por favor, abra esta lista que é, a meu ver, a mais abrangente de todas e onde aparecem blogs portugueses, ao contrário de outras onde aparecem os blogs dos amigos.
How we "met" Tom (II)
De:Mark Alexander Wotton (mwotton@cse.unsw.edu.au)
Assunto:Re: When did you get lucky?
Grupos de discussão:alt.music.tom-waits
Data:2004-03-15 14:32:08 PST
"In 1998, Thom Yorke was on JJJ (national radio station in Australia)
doing a "High 5": he had to program his 5 favourite songs. These included:
Prince Buster: Madness,
Doctor Octagon: Blue Flowers,
Tom Waits: Jesus Gonna Be Here Soon,
NEU!: Hallogallo,
Tindersticks: Don't Look Down,
Charles Mingus: Freedom
quite a musical awakening for someone whose most adventurous interests were
Tool and Radiohead... I can still remember hearing this crazy, doomed old guy
singing like the world's about to cave in. I rushed out and bought "Early Years
Vol II", which wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done. I love it now, but it
wasn't at all what I was looking for at the time. Persevered, though, and now
I'm a bona fide fanatic. :)
mrak"
De:Solvlad (VladSolomon@hotmail.com)
Assunto:Re: When did you get lucky?
Grupos de discussão:alt.music.tom-waits
Data:2004-03-15 17:22:33 PST
"well, I've been a Pogues fan for many years and after reading an interview
with Shane MacGowan where he stated that Tom Waits had a major influence on
him, I decided to give it a go.
so here I am... being completely fascinated with this Waits guy, who's
probably the best thing that happend to songwriting since George Gershwin
along with the equally brilliant and talented Nick Cave, Leo Cohen and the
semi-mythical Dylan"
De:Bob (bob@canadianmade.com)
Assunto:Re: When did you get lucky?
Grupos de discussão:alt.music.tom-waits
Data:2004-03-15 20:59:16 PST
" (...) In late-eighties a friend was working at the University of Waterloo student
radio station (another Canadian) and I used to hang out with him while he
was on the air (late night shift on a weekday.) I can't remember the reason
but, the station manager give me a used copy of Swordfishtrombone. I took
it home and listened to the album and I wasn't sure what I was listening to.
It sounded odd, like nothing I had heard before. I wasn't sure if I like it
or not but, I would keep listening to the album. I would put another album
on my turntable and the next album would always be Swordfishtrombone. I
needed more. The next album I purchased was Rain Dogs and I was hooked..
I do know a few other people who enjoy Tom but, they tend to like his older
stuff, I tend to like his newer material.
Thanks for the great string.
Bob"
Assunto:Re: When did you get lucky?
Grupos de discussão:alt.music.tom-waits
Data:2004-03-15 14:32:08 PST
"In 1998, Thom Yorke was on JJJ (national radio station in Australia)
doing a "High 5": he had to program his 5 favourite songs. These included:
Prince Buster: Madness,
Doctor Octagon: Blue Flowers,
Tom Waits: Jesus Gonna Be Here Soon,
NEU!: Hallogallo,
Tindersticks: Don't Look Down,
Charles Mingus: Freedom
quite a musical awakening for someone whose most adventurous interests were
Tool and Radiohead... I can still remember hearing this crazy, doomed old guy
singing like the world's about to cave in. I rushed out and bought "Early Years
Vol II", which wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done. I love it now, but it
wasn't at all what I was looking for at the time. Persevered, though, and now
I'm a bona fide fanatic. :)
mrak"
De:Solvlad (VladSolomon@hotmail.com)
Assunto:Re: When did you get lucky?
Grupos de discussão:alt.music.tom-waits
Data:2004-03-15 17:22:33 PST
"well, I've been a Pogues fan for many years and after reading an interview
with Shane MacGowan where he stated that Tom Waits had a major influence on
him, I decided to give it a go.
so here I am... being completely fascinated with this Waits guy, who's
probably the best thing that happend to songwriting since George Gershwin
along with the equally brilliant and talented Nick Cave, Leo Cohen and the
semi-mythical Dylan"
De:Bob (bob@canadianmade.com)
Assunto:Re: When did you get lucky?
Grupos de discussão:alt.music.tom-waits
Data:2004-03-15 20:59:16 PST
" (...) In late-eighties a friend was working at the University of Waterloo student
radio station (another Canadian) and I used to hang out with him while he
was on the air (late night shift on a weekday.) I can't remember the reason
but, the station manager give me a used copy of Swordfishtrombone. I took
it home and listened to the album and I wasn't sure what I was listening to.
It sounded odd, like nothing I had heard before. I wasn't sure if I like it
or not but, I would keep listening to the album. I would put another album
on my turntable and the next album would always be Swordfishtrombone. I
needed more. The next album I purchased was Rain Dogs and I was hooked..
I do know a few other people who enjoy Tom but, they tend to like his older
stuff, I tend to like his newer material.
Thanks for the great string.
Bob"
How we "met" Tom (I)
Aqui deixo alguns testemunhos de simples pessoas que, por uma ou outra razão, encontraram Tom Waits:
De:Colin (raindog4182@rogers.com)
Assunto:When did you get lucky?
Grupos de discussão:alt.music.tom-waits
Data:2004-03-14 19:35:36 PST
"Sorry if i fooled you with the subject line...
Anyways, after having a good conversation with Scott today, I got to
thinking... aren't we lucky? Yes, we are a minority, but its a great
minority... a few lucky people who somehow, some way, came across the
wonder of Waits & have thanked our lucky stars since...
Question is... how? When & how did you first come to know of Tom Waits?
Since almost none of us have heard his songs on the radio, there must be
a multitude of stories on how Mr. Waits came into our lives...
I'll go first. The year was 1992. I had just "wrapped up" my days at
university - three years where I managed to finish half a BA in
Philosophy (hey, Jim Morrison got me through high school). So, I decided
to go to college to get something "practical" - needless to say, I was
lost (but not in translation - that came later) & didn't know what the
hell I was doing...
I've always been a big fan of movies & that fall my girlfriend & I drove
into the Big Smoke to see an independent film by Jim Jarmusch. Now, the
reason I went? I was 22 & in love with Winona Ryder (I grew up since
then). The good thing about it? First, the movie was fantastic - but,
I became an instant fan of a little funny Italian guy (who became world
renowned a few years later) & was fascinated with the score &
soundtrack... I watched the credits & discovered that some guy named
"Tom Waits" was responsible...
Sooooo, I went shopping... first I picked up a copy (on cassette) of
Asylum Years. I listened to it forever - I think tape 1 got worn out
even! I then went out & bought all his "tapes" up to that point &
couldn't get enough... I'd listen to the same tape over & over & over
again; pop in the next one & repeat the cycle...
I've since bought the catalogue on CD (of course) & lamented that I came
into his timeline when he released an album every blue moon instead of
every year! I think it was 6-7 years from Bone Machine to Mule
Variations wasn't it? But at least all those earlier albums were there
to enjoy - and made waiting for the next one more worth it.
So, that's my story... thanks to Winona Ryder (who'd a thunk it, eh?).
I'm sure there are some stories out there a whole lot more interesting &
I'd love to see how others "met" Tom."
Colin
De:Colin (raindog4182@rogers.com)
Assunto:When did you get lucky?
Grupos de discussão:alt.music.tom-waits
Data:2004-03-14 19:35:36 PST
"Sorry if i fooled you with the subject line...
Anyways, after having a good conversation with Scott today, I got to
thinking... aren't we lucky? Yes, we are a minority, but its a great
minority... a few lucky people who somehow, some way, came across the
wonder of Waits & have thanked our lucky stars since...
Question is... how? When & how did you first come to know of Tom Waits?
Since almost none of us have heard his songs on the radio, there must be
a multitude of stories on how Mr. Waits came into our lives...
I'll go first. The year was 1992. I had just "wrapped up" my days at
university - three years where I managed to finish half a BA in
Philosophy (hey, Jim Morrison got me through high school). So, I decided
to go to college to get something "practical" - needless to say, I was
lost (but not in translation - that came later) & didn't know what the
hell I was doing...
I've always been a big fan of movies & that fall my girlfriend & I drove
into the Big Smoke to see an independent film by Jim Jarmusch. Now, the
reason I went? I was 22 & in love with Winona Ryder (I grew up since
then). The good thing about it? First, the movie was fantastic - but,
I became an instant fan of a little funny Italian guy (who became world
renowned a few years later) & was fascinated with the score &
soundtrack... I watched the credits & discovered that some guy named
"Tom Waits" was responsible...
Sooooo, I went shopping... first I picked up a copy (on cassette) of
Asylum Years. I listened to it forever - I think tape 1 got worn out
even! I then went out & bought all his "tapes" up to that point &
couldn't get enough... I'd listen to the same tape over & over & over
again; pop in the next one & repeat the cycle...
I've since bought the catalogue on CD (of course) & lamented that I came
into his timeline when he released an album every blue moon instead of
every year! I think it was 6-7 years from Bone Machine to Mule
Variations wasn't it? But at least all those earlier albums were there
to enjoy - and made waiting for the next one more worth it.
So, that's my story... thanks to Winona Ryder (who'd a thunk it, eh?).
I'm sure there are some stories out there a whole lot more interesting &
I'd love to see how others "met" Tom."
Colin
segunda-feira, 15 de março de 2004
Alguém sabe responder a isto?
Subject tom waits concerts 2004, anyone?
Sender melbyeta
Created 09.02.2004 12:17
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hi, tryinh to find any info about possible upcomming
Tom Waits concerts is really tiresome. Therefor I am
posting this message now. Does anyone know if Tom will
be playing somewhere in Europe during 2004?
Subject tom waits concerts 2004, anyone?
Sender violetta
Created 14.02.2004 20:09
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yeh i'm also dying to find this out...anyone????
Subject tom waits concerts 2004, anyone?
Sender Andrea
Created 14.03.2004 16:54
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Hi Violetta,i was wondering the same,i see you sent
the message about a month ago so if you or somonelse
have some news pls let me know
scimmia7@hotmail.com
tks
memória não inventada
aritméticas fingindo a lógica dos dias que passam. por onde andas velha professora com os "cinco olhinhos" na mão? onde estás velha lousa com a tua fenda geracional? e tu quadro verde, lápide das mais belas palavras, ainda vives?
Unamuno
I
En un cementerio de lugar castellano
Corral de muertos, entre pobres tapias, hechas también de barro, pobre corral donde la hoz no siega, sólo una cruz, en el desierto campo señala tu destino. Junto a esas tapias buscan el amparo del hostigo del cierzo las ovejas al pasar trashumantes en rebaño, y en ellas rompen de la vana historia, como las olas, los rumores vanos. Como un islote en junio, te ciñe el mar dorado de las espigas que a la brisa ondean, y canta sobre ti la alondra el canto de la cosecha. Cuando baja en la lluvia el cielo al campo baja también sobre la santa hierba donde la hoz no corta, de tu rincón, ¡pobre corral de muertos!, y sienten en sus huesos el reclamo del riego de la vida. Salvan tus cercas de mampuesto y barro las aladas semillas, o te las llevan con piedad los pájaros, y crecen escondidas amapolas, clavelinas, magarzas, brezos, cardos, entre arrumbadas cruces, no más que de las aves libres pasto. Cavan tan sólo en tu maleza brava, corral sagrado, para de un alma que sufrió en el mundo sembrar el grano; luego sobre esa siembra ¡barbecho largo! Cerca de ti el camino de los vivos, no como tú, con tapias, no cercado, por donde van y vienen, ya riendo o llorando, ¡rompiendo con sus risas o sus lloros el silencio inmortal de tu cercado! Después que lento el sol tomó ya tierra, y sube al cielo el páramo a la hora del recuerdo, al toque de oraciones y descanso, la tosca cruz de piedra de tus tapias de barro queda, como un guardián que nunca duerme, de la campiña el sueño vigilando. No hay cruz sobre la iglesia de los vivos, en torno de la cual duerme el poblado; la cruz, cual perro fiel, ampara el sueño de los muertos al cielo acorralados. ¡Y desde el cielo de la noche, Cristo, el Pastor Soberano, con infinitos ojos centelleantes, recuenta las ovejas del rebaño! ¡Pobre corral de muertos entre tapias hechas del mismo barro, sólo una cruz distingue tu destino en la desierta soledad del campo!
II
El cuerpo canta
El cuerpo canta;
la sangre aúlla;
la tierra charla;
la mar murmura;
el cielo calla y el hombre escucha.
III
La oración del ateo
Oye mi ruego Tú, Dios que no existes, y en tu nada recoge estas mis quejas, Tú que a los pobres hombres nunca dejas sin consuelo de engaño. No resistes a nuestro ruego y nuestro anhelo vistes. Cuando Tú de mi mente más te alejas, más recuerdo las plácidas consejas con que mi ama endulzóme noches tristes. ¡Qué grande eres, mi Dios! Eres tan grande que no eres sino Idea; es muy angosta la realidad por mucho que se expande para abarcarte. Sufro yo a tu costa, Dios no existente, pues si Tú existieras existiría yo también de veras.
En un cementerio de lugar castellano
Corral de muertos, entre pobres tapias, hechas también de barro, pobre corral donde la hoz no siega, sólo una cruz, en el desierto campo señala tu destino. Junto a esas tapias buscan el amparo del hostigo del cierzo las ovejas al pasar trashumantes en rebaño, y en ellas rompen de la vana historia, como las olas, los rumores vanos. Como un islote en junio, te ciñe el mar dorado de las espigas que a la brisa ondean, y canta sobre ti la alondra el canto de la cosecha. Cuando baja en la lluvia el cielo al campo baja también sobre la santa hierba donde la hoz no corta, de tu rincón, ¡pobre corral de muertos!, y sienten en sus huesos el reclamo del riego de la vida. Salvan tus cercas de mampuesto y barro las aladas semillas, o te las llevan con piedad los pájaros, y crecen escondidas amapolas, clavelinas, magarzas, brezos, cardos, entre arrumbadas cruces, no más que de las aves libres pasto. Cavan tan sólo en tu maleza brava, corral sagrado, para de un alma que sufrió en el mundo sembrar el grano; luego sobre esa siembra ¡barbecho largo! Cerca de ti el camino de los vivos, no como tú, con tapias, no cercado, por donde van y vienen, ya riendo o llorando, ¡rompiendo con sus risas o sus lloros el silencio inmortal de tu cercado! Después que lento el sol tomó ya tierra, y sube al cielo el páramo a la hora del recuerdo, al toque de oraciones y descanso, la tosca cruz de piedra de tus tapias de barro queda, como un guardián que nunca duerme, de la campiña el sueño vigilando. No hay cruz sobre la iglesia de los vivos, en torno de la cual duerme el poblado; la cruz, cual perro fiel, ampara el sueño de los muertos al cielo acorralados. ¡Y desde el cielo de la noche, Cristo, el Pastor Soberano, con infinitos ojos centelleantes, recuenta las ovejas del rebaño! ¡Pobre corral de muertos entre tapias hechas del mismo barro, sólo una cruz distingue tu destino en la desierta soledad del campo!
II
El cuerpo canta
El cuerpo canta;
la sangre aúlla;
la tierra charla;
la mar murmura;
el cielo calla y el hombre escucha.
III
La oración del ateo
Oye mi ruego Tú, Dios que no existes, y en tu nada recoge estas mis quejas, Tú que a los pobres hombres nunca dejas sin consuelo de engaño. No resistes a nuestro ruego y nuestro anhelo vistes. Cuando Tú de mi mente más te alejas, más recuerdo las plácidas consejas con que mi ama endulzóme noches tristes. ¡Qué grande eres, mi Dios! Eres tan grande que no eres sino Idea; es muy angosta la realidad por mucho que se expande para abarcarte. Sufro yo a tu costa, Dios no existente, pues si Tú existieras existiría yo también de veras.
food-i-do
As eleições em Espanha marcam a agenda noticiosa em geral e afectam, inevitavelmente, a natureza dos “posts” publicados na blogosfera. Devo dizer que do pouco que li nada me surpreendeu. Uns batem palmas e outros justificam uma derrota que parece ser deles também. Por mim nada mais simples: quem leu uma das últimas edições da “Time” bem viu o paleio americanizoide a tentar comprar um voto já de si garantido para a direita. A revista americana deu-se ao luxo de fazer uma edição para Espanha com a destacada reportagem sobre “nuestros hermanos” em castelhano. Estava tudo bem, a vitória era certa. Acontece que o povo é quem mais ordena e, neste caso, o parolo do povo, os anónimos e sem protagonismo, atiraram com o sistema abaixo. Que se lixe o sistema, venham mais uns tantos e façam qualquer coisa pelo povo. Amanhã, que se lixe o povo e façam qualquer coisa pelo sistema. É sempre a mesma merda, é sempre a mesma tropa a viver do povo. Eu, food-i-do como sempre, fico a aguardar a merda politiqueira que se vai seguir. Até onde será preciso ir para acabar com a charlatanice das gentes que supostamente nos governam?
sábado, 13 de março de 2004
eatava eu aqui
cara rebelde, li o teu post sobre espanha e achei-te um vento escrito em desalinho. uma brisa contra a maré, essa merda de corrente hipócrita.
suspenso
duas da manha, hey. ja sao duas da manha e eu aqui pedrado, cheio de cerveja e completamente euforico ( estou a editar atraves do telele). pois entao, vamos beber mais uma cerveja e vamos embora? sei la. nao da. pois nao. ando a ler o caso tutankhamon de christian jacq. pois, fixe. empresta-me aquele cd dos felt. pah so tenho em vinil. ya...nao tenho prato, que cena. no problemo. a minha mae tinha razao. mas eu digo-te uma coisa.nao digas, foi de improviso- pois foi. olha aí, faz uma lamparina. impossivel. vou dormir. ja? tem de ser, amanha vou a moncorvo. boa viagem. fazemos um intervalo. olha o pasto do abrunhosa. passa tom waits. eu vou pegar nesta maldição. foda.se, este post está uma merda.
sexta-feira, 12 de março de 2004
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