::13.10.03::
YOU SAID THE UNION FOREVER
Dentro da minha bolsinha Johnson’s Baby de cds, só coisa nova. Fiz uma listinha, e minha irmã passou na locadora de cds sexta passada.
Que coisa maravilhosa é uma locadora de cds!!!!
Tenho aqui comigo:
- O último do Massive Attack – 100th Window
- Um dos primeirinhos do Black Crowes – Shake your money maker (adoro essa expressão!).
- O primeiro do White Stripes – White Blood Cells
- A trilha Sonora do filme “O Chacal”, que tem, entre outros, mais Massive Attack, Fatboy Slim, Moby, e todas essas coisa modernosas (e minha irmã fez váaarios comentários sarcásticos).
- Pink Floyd – Wish you Were Here (porque eu ainda não comprei esse???).
Nada melhor do que um final de semana de chuva intensa pra eu curtir todos esses sons, principalmente os novos. Dormi e acordei de discman algumas horas, e no carro ouvi a todo volume o disco do White Stripes, que eu aluguei com a finalidade de conhecer mais do show que verei...A-MEI! As guitarras pesadinhas e as letras me fizeram pensar num misto de Cramps com Violent Femmes, e eu adoro quando gosto do que ouço assim, de cara. Eu gosto MAIS de tudo que eu gosto de cara.
O cd do Massive Attack não tem jeito, tenho que ouvir com mais calma, sozinha, pra poder liberar a imaginação...É envolvente, e tem umas letrinhas que vou te contar...Dá até nervoso.
:: Marcia Furriel 11:59 a.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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