Ceiling gazing

Coura é partilha

Lykke Li

A primeira vez que ouvi esta rapariga foi num filme de vampiros para adolescentes (sim, o Twilight), apesar de já não ser adolescente para aí há cinquenta anos. Na altura, passei não sei quantos dias seguidos a ouvi-la pedir: tell me when you hear my heart stop. Era uma espécie de guilty pleasure, um acesso insano de adolescência retardada. God, save me!

Dois anos depois, em 2011, Lykke Li esteve no Meco (sim, vou continuar a chamar-lhe Meco até que o devolvam à proveniência) e deu um concerto absolutamente inacreditável. Uma espécie de prestação em modo Alice Glass em versão moderada, salvo ainda assim o exagero. Foi aí que ficámos a saber que a sueca, de 29 anos, passou parte da infância em Portugal, com os pais. E foi aí que percebemos que os concertos dela não são para chorar, são para dançar.

Passaram quatro anos, cada canção um single, quase. Lykke Li já não é a rapariga dos vampiros embora esteja ainda mais gótica, mas nunca mais ninguém a trouxe. Até agora. Coura, 22 de agosto, próximo sábado, concerto único. Coura é partilha!

Mercury Rev em Braga

Treze anos depois de um abreviado concerto à chuva, em Coimbra, isto vai mesmo voltar a acontecer! Em Braga, ainda por cima, essa cidade onde é impossível não ser feliz.

Festival Gente Sentada, 19 de setembro, Theatro Circo

Blue velvet

Quem não ficar arrepiado que levante o braço

Thom Yorke Sing With Portishead At Latitude Festival

Simple things

She said, I don't want a model

I don't want a movie star

You don't have to win the lotto

I want you to win my heart

Yeah, she said I just want someone true

She said I just want someone to, smoke with me babe

And lay with me babe

And laugh with me babe

I just want the simple things

Smoke with me babe

And laugh with me baby

And lay with me baby

Cause I just want the simple things

I just want you

Who is next in line to get hurt

Lately i've been searching, searching for answers
I walk around the boulevards, looking for magicians
With a cold feet, black coat full of arms outstretched and a leading voice
And i can't help but shout at the top of my lungs
Who is next in line to get hurt
Who is next in line to get speared

Drugs, sex, and polaroids...

... Pick a star in the sky

José James, Sábado, Casa da Música

Maybe I was ready all along

I will not vanish and you will not scare me
Try to get through it, try to bounce to it
All the while thinking I might as well do it
They be lovin' someone and I'm not that stupid
Take the next ticket to take the next train
Why would I do it? And you wanna think that

Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, i will be meeting you there.

Fair Haired Traveller

Sai Alice, entra Ethan.

if you defray
You end up prey
Glow through the veil
Is this what you call frail

Ignore the edification
Of those whom you admire
We withhold our blessing
We refuse to calm the fire

Frail
Is this what you call frail
Glow through the veil

Sunshine in my brain is the lonely kind of pain

Sunshine on my back is the only kind I 

My weakness is the source of all my pride

I knew shed go on without me

On a train ride from some place bad 

to some place little better

inbetween my youth and manhood

was a place I met her

she was just a skinny brown eyed girl

with a hunger for tomorrow

and I was then obese by pain

I had all that I could swallow

Oh fair haired traveling girl

keep on traveling on

oh fair haired traveling girl

its just the seat that you have is wrong

Her eyes were packing past regrets

in her lips there was redemption

and she mistook my coat for love

as she wore it for affection

and as she took the seat beside me

I inhaled all of her laughter

and she forgot there is a past 

while I forgot there is an after

Oh fair haired traveling girl

keep on traveling on

oh fair haired traveling girl

its just the seat that you have is wrong

On a train ride from some place gone

to some place almost ceratin

inbetween my flesh and bone

was a place I met her

and wrapped up in my coat of shame

she laid there sleeping tightly

and as the train pulled to another stop

well I knew shed go on without me

Vou acampar dentro destes cartazes!

Love is just an institution based on human frailty

Ancient holy wars
Dead religions, holocausts
New regimes, old ideals
That's now myth, that's now real
Original sin, genetic fate
Revolutions, spinning plates
It's important to stay informed
The commentary to comment on

Oh, and no one ever really knows you and life is brief
So I've heard, but what's that gotta do with this black hole and me?

Age-old gender roles
Infotainment, capital
Golden bowls and mercury
Bohemian nightmare, dust bowl chic
This documentary's lost on me
Satirical news, free energy
Mobile lifestyle, loveless sex
Independence, happiness

Oh, and no one ever knows the real you and life is brief
So I've heard, but what's that gotta do with this atom bomb and me?

Colosseum families
The golden era of TV
Eunuch sluts, consumer slaves
A rose by any other name
Carbon footprint, incest dreams
Fuck the mother in the green
Planet cancer, sweet revenge
Isolation, online friends

Oh, and love is just an institution based on human frailty
What's your paradise gotta do with Adam and Eve?
Maybe love is just an economy based on resource scarcity
What I fail to see is what that's gotta do with you and me

Pedro Burmester

Para quem esteve lá na Casa da Música naquele mágico 8 de Dezembro de 2013 e para quem não esteve. Uma edição lindíssima, disco duplo, acompanhado de uma entrevista conduzida por Anabela Mota Ribeiro, então publicada no "Público". Para ouvir e ouvir e ouvir. Não me ocorre nada melhor onde investir vinte euros.