Arquivo da categoria 'Música'
Com muita pena minha.
E Marte aqui tão perto.
“Rails to the river” - Ghost Brigade
Grandes vídeoclips.
Por uma razão ou outra, estes foram os melhores videoclips que eu alguma vez vi. E embora hajam algumas bandas que são mais propensas a fazer de um vídeoclip um pedaço de arte (Sigur Rós, Nine inch nails, Chemical Brothers) decidi fazer uma lista dos mais bizarros, originais e chocantes videoclips. Alguns por critérios de combinação com a música.
Fiquem então como as minhas escolhas.
- Hustler, Simion Mobile Disco;
- Closer, Nine Inch nails;
- Hoppípolla, Sigur Rós;
- Star Guitar, Chemical Brothers;
- Stress, Justice;
- Here it goes again, Ok Go;
- Smack my bitch up, The Prodigy.
“23″ - Blonde Redhead.
Artista: Benga
Album: Diary of an Afro Warrior
Ano: 2008
Esta descoordenação musical revela-se o verdadeiro trunfo deste “diário” totalmente submerso em ambientes soturnos e pouco transparentes sob a síncope sub-grave que atravessa o seu epicentro. Pressente-se aqui algo de bastante inovador quase alienável. Atesta-se a fertilidade do dubstep pelas mãos deste teenager e regista-se o seu estado de saúde: referencial.
“No cars go” - Arcade Fire.
“Mediterranean Sundance” by Al Di Meola e Paco de Lúcia.
in San Francisco.
“Kingdom” - Dave Gahan
Can you feel me coming?
Open the door, it’s only me
I have that desperate feeling
And trouble is were I’m going to be
I know you hear me knocking
So open the door and set me free
If there’s a kingdom beyond it all
Is there a God that loves us all
Do we believe in love at all?
I’m still pretending I’m not a fool
So in your infinite wisdom
You show me how this life should be
All your love and glory
Doesn’t mean that much to me
If there’s a kingdom beyond it all
Is there a God that loves us all
Do we believe in love at all?
I’m still pretending I’m not a fool
Virtuosismo Africano.

Toumani Diabaté
The Mandé Variations
Ed. World Circuit;Distr. Megamúsica
Há algo de inexplicavelmente belo nesta música que nos transporta, por paisagens etéreas e ao colo de um purismo artístico tipicamente rústico, ao mais essencial testemunho de vitalidade artística Africana
“Shadowplay” - Joy Division

To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you,
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you
In a room with a window in the corner, I found truth
In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,
And with cold steel, odour on their bodies, made a move to connect
But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left
I did everything, everything I wanted to,
I let them use you, for their own ends,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
by Ian Curtis
Atmosferas insulares.
“Five Thousand more” - Clann Zú
Porque existe uma alternativa à pandomina trauliteira das MTV’s, rádio comerciais e tops discográficos. Quando o verdadeiro sentido do gosto e do deleite se vale da sensibilidade perdurante ao arrepio da imediatez. Pela perfeita sintonia entre som, cor, geometria e sinergias. Porque quem realmente gosta, corre atrás. Porque a beleza suprema reside no detalhe e na impressão. Já que ouvir música ou se preferirem degustar uma canção, não é suposto ser uma coisa fácil.
Boa Noite.
Ibrahim Ferrer (1927-2005), el señor de los boleros.
Hurt - Johnny Cash
HURT - 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 shit, upon my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair
Beneath the stain of time, the feeling disappears
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 kick myself
I would find a way
by Trent Reznor

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