concertos a não perder...

mudhoney - 11 julho - paradise garage (20€)

a não perder mesmo...


in 'n' out of grace

detroit rock city...

kick out the jams (jam) - mc5


underdog - the dirtbombs


seven nation army/death letter - white stripes


tv eye - the stooges

a melhor música de todos os tempos... hoje...

come pick me up - ryan adams

sem palavras...

a melhor música de todos os tempos... hoje...

sister morphine - marianne faithfull (mick jagger & keith richards)

here i lie in my hospital bed
tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again?
oh, i dont think i can wait that long
oh, you see that i'm not that strong

the scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
tell me, sister morphine, how long have i been lying here?
what am i doing in this place?
why does the doctor have no face?

oh, i can't crawl across the floor
ah, cant you see, sister morphine, i'm trying to score

well it just goes to show
things are not what they seem
please, sister morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams
oh, cant you see i'm fading fast?
and that this shot will be my last

sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool cool hand on my head
ah, come on, sister morphine, you better make up my bed
cause you know and i know in the morning i'll be dead
and you can sit around, and you can watch all the
clean white sheets stained red...

a melhor música de todos os tempos... hoje...

love in vain - rolling stones

rory gallagher

a million miles away


messin' with the kid

"...gallagher, quando tocava, fazia-o como se o mundo fosse acabar. parecia lutar com a sua guitarra, espremer-lhe uma última gota de agonia ou rejúbilo... os sons que brotavam da sua guitarra eram absolutamente devastadores, capazes de fazer chorar o coração empedernido de um homem para logo a seguir o fazerem saltar e gritar de alegria.

podia não ser um guitarrista tecnicamente "limpo", mas cada uma das suas notas erradas ou abafadas dizia muito mais do que as 156578 notas que podemos encontrar numa qualquer frase de muitos guitaristas que para aí andam..." (excerto de um texto publicado no daily wage a 2 de fevereiro de 2006)

anteontem ofereci ao meu pai um dvd deste senhor... hoje tinha que voltar a dizer alguma coisa sobre ele...

o estranho caso dos álbuns por ouvir...

às vezes questiono-me se não compro demasiados cd's... quando olho para as minhas prateleiras e vejo que, para além das centenas de cd's que tenho, ouço e que me dizem algo, outros há que continuam por ali sem nunca terem sido ouvidos... pior, muitos destes ainda conservam o plásticozinho com que habitualmente são protegidos nos locais de venda...

assim de cor, sem olhar muito ali para trás, recordo-me de uma listinha de álbuns que tenho e nunca ouvi:

flaming lips - at war with mystics
auf der maur - s/t
blind melon - soup
the who - quadrophenia
mando diao - bring em in
dr. frankenstein - the psychotic sounds of
jens lekman - when i said i wanted to be your dog
barry adamson - the king of nothing hill
the rockfords - s/t
the clash - cut the crap
the pogues - very best of
...

quer-me parecer que são demais... valha-me, por razões de consciência, o facto de todos eles terem sido comprados em promoções; não erro muito se disser que o álbum mais caro desta lista terá sido o de flaming lips, que custou 9 euritos...

enfim...

saudade...

helpless - neil young

funhouse - the stooges (1970)

segundo capítulo de uma trilogia de clássicos, funhouse é o documento da força de uma banda que durante muito tempo não foi reconhecida sequer como competente, quanto mais genial...

o rosnar de iggy pop, o minimalismo técnico do guitarrista ron asheton e a brutalidade da secção ritmica, com scott asheton na bateria e dave alexander no baixo, atingem aqui um patamar de excelência que tornaria os stooges numa das mais influentes bandas para milhares de jovens de gerações vindouras...

em pouco mais de meia-hora, somos assaltados por uma crueza tão agressiva quanto irresistivel e não nos resta nada a fazer para além de abanar a cabeça, a anca, o pé ou o corpo todo...

a anarquia apocaliptica de músicas como la blues, a energia primitiva de loose ou tv eye não nos dão espaço para respirar... lutar contra elas, não as deixar apoderarem-se de nós, é como enfrentar uma tempestade... a única diferença é a quantidade de electricidade, muito maior aqui...

é um daqueles álbuns que nos dão uma vontade enorme de termos a nossa própria banda, de exorcizar-mos em palco os nossos demónios...

"rock'n'roll doesn't get any better than this..."

out of my mind on saturday night
1970 rollin' in sight
radio burnin' up above
beautiful baby, feed my love

all night till i blow away
all night till i blow away
i feel alright, i feel alright

baby oh baby, burn my heart
baby oh baby, burn my heart
fall apart baby, fall apart
baby oh baby, burn my heart

all night till i blow away
all night till i blow away

i feel alright
i feel alright
(1970)

últimas compras...

the stooges - funhouse - ed. especial (8.99€)
the stooges - s/t - ed. especial (8.99€)
the strokes - is this it (8.95€)
the strokes - room on fire (8.95€)
bruce springsteen - devils and dust (2.5€)
robert plant - mighty rearranger (5€)
the twilight singers - she loves you (5€)
my morning jacket - z (5€)
johnny cash - caixa com o at folsom prison, o at san quentin e o america (14€)
lambchop - aw c'mon, no you c'mon (4.98€)
flaming lips - at war with the mystics (8.90€)
crosby, stills, nash & young - déjà vu (8.90€)
ramones - s/t - ed. especial (5.90€)
ramones - road to ruin - ed. especial (5.90€)
steve earle - transcendental blues (5€)
miles davis - kind of blue (?)
the jayhawks - rainy day music (5€)
pearl jam - live at easy street (15€)
eric clapton - sessions for robert j - ed. especial(8.90€)

agora percebo por onde me foge o dinheirinho...

a melhor música de todos os tempos... hoje...

idiot wind - bob dylan

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

do melhor álbum de todos os tempos: blood on the tracks...retrato único da desintegração de uma relação...

porque hoje é o dia mundial da poesia...

...she lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"i thought you'd never say hello," she said
"you look like the silent type."
then she opened up a book of poems
and handed it to me
written by an italian poet
from the thirteenth century.
and every one of them words rang true
and glowed like burnin' coal
pourin' off of every page
like it was written in my soul from me to you,
tangled up in blue...

a melhor música de todos os tempos... hoje...

everybody here wants you - jeff buckley

turn it up... so you know it's got soul...

aretha franklin - bridge over troubled water


ottis redding - sitting on the dock of the bay


percy sledge - when a man loves a woman


marvin gaye - let's get it on


solomon burke - don't give up on me


ben e. king - stand by me

cuidado com os arrepios...

jason molina... songs: ohia... magnolia electric co...

todos temos fantasmas nas nossas vidas. entidades que nos assombram... que nos inquietam à noite e nos afastam da luz do sol durante o dia. há quem saiba lidar com isso... há quem não saiba... e há quem faça disso uma forma de vida: a arte da melancolia, da depressividade e da tristeza. e poucos o farão melhor que o jason molina... não sei se teve ou tem uma vida particularmente difícil. não sei se já partiu o coração centenas de vezes... se procurou na estrada a resposta às amarguras da vida... se bebeu garrafas de whisky até esquecer. só sei que quando ela fala, eu ouço... quando ele diz que há fantasmas e medos que o limitam, eu acredito. mais do que acreditar, eu sou obrigado a dizer: "foda-se! não é que este gajo é como eu?". humano! frágil, como todos nós... receoso do que está para vir e com saudades daquilo que, por ter estado tão perto da perfeição, desvaneceu nas noites de solidão...

se procuram conforto no silêncio das noites que passam sozinhos, façam-no embalados por este senhor... ele sabe do que fala... ele sabe o que sentimos... ele conhece a vida e eu acredito nele...


hold on magnolia - songs: ohia (esqueçam o vídeo... fechem os olhos e ouçam...)


leave the city - magnolia electric co.


farewell transmission - magnolia electric co.


hard to love a man - jason molina


back on top - songs: ohia

you never hear me talk about one day getting out
why put a new address on the same old loneliness
everybody knows where that is
we built that house of his
and when he’s not home
someone else you know always is
if heaven’s really coming back
i hope it has a heart attack
when they see how dangerous it is for guys like that
the night has always known when it’s time to get going
when it’s really been so long that it starts showing
it’s always had that ghost who always almost
tells me the secret
how there’s really no difference in who he was once
and who he’s become
everything you hated me for… honey there was so much more
i just didn’t get busted.
but i’m not looking for an easy way out
this whole life it’s been about
try and try and try
and try and try and try
to be simple again

(just be simple - magnolia electric co.)

quem vem?

bonnie "prince" billy - 4 de abril, theatro circo, braga / 5 de abril, maxime, lisboa

porque hoje esteve um belo dia...

rainy day women #12 & 35 - black crowes (dylan cover)

a melhor música de todos os tempos... hoje...

hurt - johnny cash (original dos nine inch nails)

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

porque nunca uma música fez tanto sentido na voz, na vida de um músico como esta... retrato fabuloso de um estado de alma, de um estado de espirito... de um estado fisico... tudo... quem não se arrepia a ouvir isto não pode mesmo ser humano... gostava de poder tocar e cantar esta música na antecâmara da minha morte... um dia...

a melhor música de todos os tempos... hoje...

have you ever seen the rain? - creedence clearwater revival

Someone told me long ago,
There's a calm before the storm,
I know, and it's been comin' for some time.

When it's over so they say,
It'll rain a sunny day,
I know, shinin' down like water.

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

Yesterday and days before,
Sun is cold and rain is hot,
I know, been that way for all my time.

'Til forever on it goes,
Through the circle fast and slow,
I know, and it can't stop I wonder.

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

don't let it bring you down...

don't let it bring you down - neil young (do álbum after the goldrush, de 1970)

Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping down the allay at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.

Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Find someone whos turning
And you will come around.

Blind man running through the light of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down to the river of sight
And you can really understand,
Red lights flashing through the window in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying in a gutter in the lane,
If youre walking home alone.

Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Just find someone whos turning
And you will come around.

Dont let it bring you down
Its only castles burning,
Just find someone whos turning
And you will come around.

a melhor música de todos os tempos... hoje...

i don't blame you - cat power

Last time I saw you, you were on stage
Your hair was wild, your eyes were red
You were in a rage
You were swinging your guitar around.
Cause they wanted to hear that sound
That you didn’t want to play.
I don’t blame you.

I don’t blame you.

Been around the world, in many situations
Been inside many heads in different positions
But you never wanted them that way.
What a cruel price you thought that you had to pay.
And that for all that shit on stage.

But it never made sense to them anyway,
Could you imagine when they turned their backs
They were only scratching their heads.
Cause you simply deserve the best.
And I don’t blame you

They said you were the best,
But then they were only kids
Then you would recall the deadly houses you grew up in
Just because they knew your name,
Doesn’t mean they know from where you came
What a sad trick you thought that you had to play.
But I don’t blame you

They never owned it
And you never owed it to them anyway.

I don’t blame you.

porque há músicas que me fazem chorar...

i hope i don't fall in love with you - tom waits

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display
your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear
you calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, there's people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
and it being late, you'd like some some company,
Well I've had two, I look at you,
and you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split,
the chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Turn around to look at you,
you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

a melhor música de todos os tempos... hoje...

perfect day - lou reed (videoclip com excertos do excelente trainspotting)

invisible jukebox IV

devil's on my trail, by mda.