::22.5.03::
This is my message to you-you-you
Eu amo a TV a cabo, ainda mais sem namorado. Além de ter tempo para ver Sex&the City, Friends e Will&Grace, ainda assisto programas maravilhosos, como os shows do Frank+Ella+Jobim, da Nina Simone e ontem, show tributo ao Bob Marley. Não gosto de reggae de maneira geral, mas nunca pude negar que o Bob era um cara especial. E esses caras especiais são irrefutáveis, você pode até não curtir o som, mas a presença está lá, gravada no nosso (in)consciente musical. O show tinha de tudo, Tracy Chapman cantando “Three little Birds”, Busta Rhymes cantando alguma coisa como “babylon will fall down”, essas coisas de reggae. Mas todas as músicas eram muito boas, e mais uma vez estava eu lá, na frente da tv, cantando e batendo palminhas, como verdadeira tiete. Deu vontade de ouvir de novo aquele cd da minha irmã, um greatest hits do Bob muito legal, que tem as minhas preferidas:“Satisfy my Soul”, “Waiting in Vain” e “Jammin”. Taí, hoje meu dia é de Bob Marley. E agora colo a lyric da última, que está bem incluída nos meus pensamentos do dia...
Jamming
Bob Marley
We're jamming
I wanna jam it with you,
We're jamming, jamming
And I hope you like jamming too
Ain't no rules, ain't no vow, we can do it anyhow
I and I will see you through,
'Cos every day we pay the price with a little sacrifice
Jamming till the jam is through.
We're jamming
To think that jamming was a thing of the past,
We're jamming, jamming
And I hope this jam is gonna last
No bullet can stop us now, we neither beg nor will we bow
Neither can be bought nor sold.
We all defend the right, JAH JAH children must unite
Your life is worth much more than gold.
We're jamming, jamming
We're jamming in the name of the Lord
We're jamming, jamming
We're jamming right straight from JAH
Holy mount Zion
Holy mount Zion
JAH sitteth in Mount Zion
And rules all Creation
Yeah, we're jamming, jamming
I wanna jam it with you
We're jamming, jamming
I'm jammed, I hope you're jamming too
Jam's about my pride and truth I cannot hide
Too Keep you satisfied.
True love that now exist is the love I can't resist
So jam by my side.
:: Marcia Furriel 1:05 p.m.
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"...[R]eturning to the Red Drum for sets, to hear Bird, whom I saw distinctly digging Mardou several times also myself directly into my eye looking to search if I was really the great writer I thought myself to be as if he knew my thoughts and ambitions or remembered me from other night clubs and other coasts, other Chicagos--not a challenging look but the king and founder of the bop generation at least the sound of it in digging his audience digging his eyes, the secret eyes him-watching, as he just pursed his lips and let great lungs and immortal fingers work, his eyes separate and interested and humane, the kindest jazz musician there could be while being and therefore naturally the greatest--watching Mardou and me in the infancy of our love and probably wondering why, or knowing it wouldn't last, or seeing who it was would be hurt, as now, obviously, but not quite yet, it was Mardou whose eyes were shining in my direction, though I could not have known and now do not definitely know--except the one fact, on the way home, the session over the beer in the Mask drunk we went home on the Third Street bus sadly through night and throb knock neons and when I suddenly leaned over her to shout something further (in her secret self as later confessed) her heart leapt to smell the "sweetness of my breath" (quote) and suddenly she almost loved me--"
DO LIVRO
The Subterraneans
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