Category: music

Categories
in portugal just life music

leaving old stories far behind

full days, packed with mixed feelings. catastrophic and explosive, yet too quiet sometimes, as tiredness settles in.
had a couple of great crazy ideas about some photographic issues (i can’t say how much i’m trigger happy these days, too happy for my wallet), but that was about it.
i have more items to clear in my to-do lists than the number i’m shamefully willing to admit.
i’ve lost 4.1 kg (yay! – balanced controled diet, no crazy stuff).

been to some concerts during the week (the students party party week), one of them while raining cats and dogs. magical. today there’s the gift. there’s a thunderstorm somewhat far, over the hills too. sounds cozy. hope so.

tomorrow night there’s titonton at maus hábitos (porto), plus an interview at 97.5 (rum), by 6 o’clock pm. if you’re a fan of Detroit, Metro Area, John Tejada, Recloose,…, stay tuned or/and show up.

Categories
music

in the big rock candy mountains

paula calls it “the hangover song”. i don’t even drink and i love it :) come on, be happy and whistle away!

One evening as the sun went down
and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking
and he said boys I’m not turning
I’m headed for a land that’s far away
beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we’ll go and see
the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
there’s a land that’s fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes
and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty
and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer’s trees are full of fruit
and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I’m bound to go
where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall
and the wind don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
and the railroad bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around ’em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again
as soon as you are in
There ain’t no short handled shovels,
no axes saws or picks
I’m a goin to stay
where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk
that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

I’ll see you all this coming fall
in the Big Rock Candy Mountains

by Harry McClintock

Categories
music photography

writing about music is like dancing about architecture

a window to a studio

budda power blues concert

i’ think i’ve always listened to it lower than most people. and most of the time that i’m wearing my headphones, i’m not listening anything. they’re just there, to help me concentrate. it works.
lately, subtly, it corners and surronds me, makes me tumble on new people… and changes everything. music.

(the title is from fontgarden)


Categories
geek links and ideas music

pure addiction

yesterday i went to our local student academic bar (called BA around here) where RUM was throwing a party to celebrate their new spring/sumer grid. the postcards i finished the day before were everywhere! what a relieve to see that the colours were actually correctly printed and that everything came out readable and smooth! no time for testing that kind of thing, so i was really nervous about it.
besides that, it was a weird funky feeling.
i don’t remember anything i did to be handed like this to people, in such quantities or place. and it’s funny to sit back and watch people’s reactions to it: some keep it inside their purses (nice!), some just don’t care, others use it as something to put their drinks on.

(click on the image for the larger version)
ps – sometimes i honestly wonder if i can get an happiness overdose or something like that.
ps2 – the bottle in the middle was drawn over a stock photo image, with a friends’ wacom graphire tablet. i’m going to ask my parents for one of those on my bday :P

Categories
music

that’s all it is, peaches

tem sido uma semana preenchida. fragmentada. activa. rápida. enérgica.
“voltar” à rádio, nas vésperas da nova grelha. design gráfico. ambientar-me a novos sons e sorrisos, que se entranham até altas horas, madrugada adentro.
olhar as estrelas, com a ajuda de um astrónomo entusiasta, que deixa a turma a sonhar. ver os anéis de saturno e as manchas de júpiter. aprender a diferença entre telescópios refractores, reflectores e catadióptricos.
uma consulta na nutricionista e a reformulação dos hábitos alimentares errados, há muito enraizados. de vez.
um concerto num recinto pequeno, cheio de energia e empatia. como eu gosto. (e uma página web a sair, que me valeu uma menção nos agradecimentos do cd da banda – ainda estou babada…).
um projecto de exposição de fotos que anda para a frente (patrocínios, anyone?).
uma loja online para breve.
fotografias e rolos novos.
amigos que me mimam. todos os dias. :)

estou com uma boa disposição inacreditável…