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Domingo, 12 de Fevereiro de 2012

MÚSICOS DE RUA

Aves à solta nas ruas das cidades. Trazem consigo sons de ventos longínquos em harmonias (re)inventadas. Chegam de África, América Latina ou do Norte, de qualquer parte do mundo atrás de sonhos e novas brisas.

Nos empedrados onde os passantes trotam vidas, são oásis. E, com eles, o dia serena, o betão é trocado por rios e bosques, por chilreada de aves saltitando de galho em galho.

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tags: jack vettriano, memories, músicos de rua, waldeck

publicado por Maria Brojo às 10:20

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De c a 12 de Fevereiro de 2012

caramba... que viajada! ;-)

contando também as que não têm músicos... são muitas: vai um concurso zinho?

con vites para quem acertar: quem é o Julio? e o Venceslao?

Street Music
By Elizabeth Akers Allen 1832–1911
Methought a sweet sound from the street uprose,—
And as I pause, and strive again to hear,
‘St Patrick’s Day’ draws softly to its close,
And ‘Jordan’s’ waves flow sweetly to my ear,
What though from humble source the chorus floats?
Music is music, and I listen still;
I have ‘an ear’, — ay, two! — Even jews-harp notes
Pass current with me, hear them where I will,
A slight Italian boy, with jetty hair
Shading dark eyes, grinds out the melody,
Pulverized music! — In his garb and air
I read of sunnier lands beyond the sea,
And, dreaming, wander to a fairer clime,
Recalled, too suddenly, by — ‘If you please, a dime!’

Street Musicians
By John Ashbery b. 1927 John Ashbery
One died, and the soul was wrenched out
Of the other in life, who, walking the streets
Wrapped in an identity like a coat, sees on and on
The same corners, volumetrics, shadows
Under trees. Farther than anyone was ever
Called, through increasingly suburban airs
And ways, with autumn falling over everything:
The plush leaves the chattels in barrels
Of an obscure family being evicted
Into the way it was, and is. The other beached
Glimpses of what the other was up to:
Revelations at last. So they grew to hate and forget each other.

So I cradle this average violin that knows
Only forgotten showtunes, but argues
The possibility of free declamation anchored
To a dull refrain, the year turning over on itself
In November, with the spaces among the days
More literal, the meat more visible on the bone.
Our question of a place of origin hangs
Like smoke: how we picnicked in pine forests,
In coves with the water always seeping up, and left
Our trash, sperm and excrement everywhere, smeared
On the landscape, to make of us what we could.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oEskFSLxSU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXMuWi0dUBc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhQrJiH1tCA

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De c a 12 de Fevereiro de 2012

congratulando por nos ter levado...

... até aqui

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess

'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God
Amazing that we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars

And everyday I see the news, all the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises, just write it into an album
Seen it straight to go
I don't really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/o/onerepublic-lyrics/secrets-lyrics.html ]
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Oh, got no reason, got not shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'mma tell you everything

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
I'm ick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

All my secrets away
All my secrets away

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2gUYEhtBKg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bouUipdvXQU

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De Acuçar C. a 13 de Fevereiro de 2012

Depois de toda aquela música (e não só) este silêncio que não se adapata nada à 'Menina da Rádio', logo no 1º dia da Rádio.
Estará a preparar a crónica-reportagem em grande, estará enlutada por A(n)tenas, estará a fazer a ementa para o dia-noite dos seus amores?
Que seja algo ainda melhor... e ficaremos compensados desta ponte surda no habitual tráfego 'tão certinho como um motor Rabor'.

http://froog.com.br/dia-do-radio-25-de-setembro/

http://www.rtp.pt/noticias/index.php?article=526834&tm=8&layout=123&visual=61

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De jotaeme a 13 de Fevereiro de 2012

Teresa, sempre me fascinaram os artistas de rua. De passagem sempre apressada, pelo canto do olho vamos olhando para os "performers", ajuizando o seu valor e a coragem de estarem assim disponíveis para todos nós...
A rua de Santa Catarina era a minha preferida porque lá se concentravam uma renovada pleíede de artistas. A arte de rua, sim, é de louvar muito acima das míseras moedas que vão caindo com alguma resistência e desdém de que quem não "lê" a mensagem!
Pelo menos um largo sorriso e por vezes perguntas de onde eram, um breve diálogo, para que assim se fechasse o círculo de quem veramente aprecia estas figuras!
Que nunca morra esta actividade! Num País cada vez menos sensível á Arte, á Cultura!
Jorge madureira

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