Electric Ladyland

Warsaw Village Band - Lisboa 23 Março

2005-04-10T19:49:00.000+01:00

O Fórum Lisboa recebeu ontem uma das bandas mais aclamadas da World Music dos últimos anos: pela segunda vez em Portugal, os Warsaw Village Band voltaram a deslumbrar uma plateia que se queria mais composta, com os seus sons selvagens, nórdicos e hipnotizantes do coração da Europa.

Os seis músicos que pisaram o palco provaram ser exímios na execução de instrumentos que remontam a um passado longínquo e que se pensava já esquecido. Fazendo uso do estilo “white singing”, aprendido com os pastores da Mazóvia, e de instrumentos como tambores, violinos, dulcimer e o remoto “szuka”, a banda percorreu as músicas dos seus mais recentes albuns “People Spring” e “Uprooting”, entoado baladas, cânticos rurais e polkas electrizantes num registo hard-core, místico e apaixonante. Cantou-se sobre o amor, paixão e morte, mas a disparidade entre o português e o polaco não se fez sentir, cantou-se e tocou-se directamente para a alma.

O sucesso alcançado por esta ilustre banda foi comprovado o ano passado com a atribuição do prémio “Novos Valores da World Music” da BBC. Contudo, seria falacioso limitar esta banda ao epíteto da música étnica, certamente é essa a sua base, mas existe um grande esforço em juntar ao ancestral sons mais urbanos. O casamento é feliz porque cria-se um estilo biológico do techno e impressiona o facto de instrumentos como o dulcimer possam ter ao mesmo tempo uma sonoridade do passado e do futuro.

Num mundo em que prevalece a homogeneização das culturas, tendencialmente ditas ocidentais, é sempre saudável ver que ainda há quem se preocupe em ir ao âmago das coisas, neste caso dos sons. Os Warsaw Village Band demonstraram ontem numa hora e meia de espectáculo (que se poderia ter prolongado até ao amanhecer com todo o público a dançar no encore) que no final a música pertencerá sempre à condição humana, mesmo nos campos isolados da Mazóvia, a pobreza e a solidão inspiram a sentimentos maiores que tentam alcançar o transcendental. A música já cá estava, nós é que lhe demos nome.

Rute Ventura in Clix Musica

Sunday Morning V.U.

2005-04-10T19:45:00.000+01:00

Sunday morningBrings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will callIt's nothing at al
lSunday morning
And I'm fallingI've got a feeling
I don't want to know
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all

Johnny Ramone

2004-09-16T11:29:00.000+01:00

1948 - 2004

The Doors - Morrison Hotel

2004-07-10T15:40:00.000+01:00

Interpol - Antics

2004-07-09T18:34:00.000+01:00

ANTICS

‘Next Exit’
‘Evil’
‘Narc’
‘Take You On A Cruise’
‘Slow Hands’
‘Not Even Jail’
‘Public Pervert’
‘C'mere’
‘Length Of Love’
‘A Time To Be So Small’

The Ramones

2004-07-03T00:34:00.000+01:00

1. Blitzkrieg Bop
2. Beat On The Brat
3. Judy Is A Punk
4. I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend
5. Chain Saw
6. Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue
7. I Don't Wanna Go Down To The Basement
8. Loudmouth
9. Havana Affair
10. Listen To My Heart
11. 53rd & 3rd
12. Let's Dance
13. I Don't Wanna Walk Around With You
14. Today Your Love, Tomorrow The World
15. I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend
16. Judy Is A Punk
17. I Don't Care
18. I Can't Be
19. Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue
20. I Don't Wanna Be Learned / I Don't Wanna Be Tamed
21. You Should Never Have Opened That Door
22. Blitzkrieg Bop

...think for yourself and do what you want to do...

2004-06-25T00:13:00.000+01:00

In my Life

2004-06-17T23:52:00.000+01:00

There are places I remember, all my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better, some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments, with lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living, in my life, I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers, there is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning, when I think of love as something new

Though I know I'll never lose affection, for people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them, in my life I love you more

j.lennon

Love You To

2004-06-17T23:40:00.000+01:00

"A life-time is so short,
A new one can’t be bought"

G.Harrison

Waiting for the Sun

2004-06-17T23:25:00.000+01:00

At first flash of Eden, we race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom's Shore.
Waiting for the Sun

Can you feel it now that spring has come.
And it's time to live in the scattered sun.
Waiting for the Sun

Waiting.... Waiting.... Waiting.... Waiting....

Waiting for you to - come along
Waiting for you to - hear my song
Waiting for you to - come along
Waiting for you to - tell me what went wrong
This is the strangest life I've ever known.

the doors

Reptilia

2004-06-15T17:51:00.000+01:00

He seemed impressed by the way you came in
Tell us a story, I know you're not boring
I was afraid that you would not insist
You sound so sleepy, just take this, now leave me
I said, Please don't slow me down, if I'm going too fast
Oh you're in a strange part of our town
Yah, the night's not over
You're not trying hard enough
Our lives are changing lanes
That run me off the road
The wait is over
I'm now taking over
You're no longer laughing
I'm not drowning fast enough
Now every time that I look at myself
I thought I told you this world is not for you
Room is on fire, and she's fixing her hair
You sound so angry
Just calm down, you found me
I said, please don't slow me down if I'm going too fast
You're in a strange part of our town
Yah, the night's not over
You're not trying hard enough
Our lives are changing lanes
That run me off the road
The wait is the over
I'm now taking over
You're no longer laughing
I'm not drowning fast enough

the strokes

Quase

2004-06-09T23:15:00.000+01:00

Um pouco mais de sol - eu era brasa,
Um pouco mais de azul - eu era além.
Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa...
Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...

Assombro ou paz? Em vão... Tudo esvaído
Num grande mar enganador de espuma;
E o grande sonho despertado em bruma,
O grande sonho - ó dor! - quase vivido...

Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama,
Quase o princípio e o fim - quase a expansão...
Mas na minh'alma tudo se derrama...
Entanto nada foi só ilusão!

De tudo houve um começo ... e tudo errou...
— Ai a dor de ser — quase, dor sem fim...
Eu falhei-me entre os mais, falhei em mim,
Asa que se elançou mas não voou...

Momentos de alma que,desbaratei...
Templos aonde nunca pus um altar...
Rios que perdi sem os levar ao mar...
Ânsias que foram mas que não fixei...

Se me vagueio, encontro só indícios...
Ogivas para o sol — vejo-as cerradas;
E mãos de herói, sem fé, acobardadas,
Puseram grades sobre os precipícios...

Num ímpeto difuso de quebranto,
Tudo encetei e nada possuí...
Hoje, de mim, só resta o desencanto
Das coisas que beijei mas não vivi...

Um pouco mais de sol — e fora brasa,
Um pouco mais de azul — e fora além.
Para atingir faltou-me um golpe de asa...
Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...

mário de sá carneiro

Auguries of Innocence

2004-06-09T23:02:00.000+01:00

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

william blake

Castles Made of Sand

2004-06-07T15:56:00.000+01:00

Down the street you can hear her scream 'you're a disgrace'
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries 'Oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?'
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually

A little indian brave who before he was ten,
Played wargames in the woods with his indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior indian cheif
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first warsong and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually

There was a young girl, whos heart was a frown
'Cause she was crippled for life,
and she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
So she decided to die
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled 'you won't hurt me no more'
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say
'look a golden winged ship is passing my way'

And it really didn't have to stop, it just kept on going...

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually

jimi hendrix

Tomorrow Never Knows

2004-06-07T15:47:00.000+01:00

Turn off your mind relax and float down-stream,
It is not dying, it is not dying,

Lay down all thought surrender to the void,
It is shining, it is shining.

That you may see the meaning of within,
It is speaking, it is speaking,

That love is all and love is ev’ryone,
It is knowing, it is knowing.

When ignorance and haste may mourn the dead,
It is believing, it is believing,

But listen to the color of your dreams,
It is not living, it is not living.

Or play the existence to the end.
Of the beginning, of the beginning.
Of the beginning. Of the beginning.

the beatles