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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272544191868670888.post-6977607537416414237</id><published>2008-06-19T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T02:45:55.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A voz do Magrebe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://souadmassi.artistes.universalmusic.fr/images/galerie/large/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://souadmassi.artistes.universalmusic.fr/images/galerie/large/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Souad Massi nasce na Argélia sob condições tipicamente argelinas: más. Apaixona-se pela música tradicional Americana e pelo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock and roll&lt;/span&gt;. Aprende a tocar guitarra adolescente (O pai pensa que dali nada vai sair). Aos 17 junta-se a um grupo flamenco para se fartar pouco depois. Não satisfeita junta-se ao grupo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock&lt;/span&gt; de intervenção política Atakor. Têm sucesso, lançam discos e vídeos para as ameaças de morte baterem ao telefone de Souad. Veste-se de rapaz. Não resulta. Parte para Paris. A páginas tantas lança o disco &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drf800/f877/f87793ra4ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drf800/f877/f87793ra4ma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Junte-se: uma voz fantástica, o fricativo arábico, flamenco, francês, inglês, pop, folk muito ritmo e muito sentir e tem-se, basicamente, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por discos destes que vale a pena clamar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alah Akbar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W60nQZrcCVs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W60nQZrcCVs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said 'Oh, I don't care, do what you want'&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't think you mean this&lt;br /&gt;Cos what I wants to be away from you&lt;br /&gt;Be with another who i miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its true,&lt;br /&gt;Got a new boy who loves me&lt;br /&gt;I love him too&lt;br /&gt;And our love is heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;Love him, anyone can see&lt;br /&gt;So we're through&lt;br /&gt;And now I am gonna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have got to leave you&lt;br /&gt;Sorry too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to go, so say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never even had to tell you why&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't cry honey, you'll ger over this&lt;br /&gt;Though it may take at least a day&lt;br /&gt;After that time, you will be feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be glad I've gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its true,&lt;br /&gt;Got a new boy who loves me&lt;br /&gt;I love him too&lt;br /&gt;And our love is heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;Love him, anyone can see&lt;br /&gt;So we're through&lt;br /&gt;And now I am gonna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have got to leave you&lt;br /&gt;Sorry too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to go, so say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never even had to tell you why&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its true,&lt;br /&gt;Got a new boy who loves me&lt;br /&gt;I love him too&lt;br /&gt;And our love is heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;Love him, anyone can see&lt;br /&gt;So we're through&lt;br /&gt;And now I am gonna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have got to leave you&lt;br /&gt;Sorry too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to go, so say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Never even had to tell you why&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to make you cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272544191868670888-1848931118105729754?l=discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/1848931118105729754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272544191868670888&amp;postID=1848931118105729754' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/1848931118105729754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/1848931118105729754'/><link rel='alternate' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272544191868670888-1868180679505287802?l=discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/1868180679505287802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272544191868670888&amp;postID=1868180679505287802' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/1868180679505287802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/1868180679505287802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/2008/05/histria-de-job.html' title='A história de Job'/><author><name>Miguel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272544191868670888.post-960834196648197970</id><published>2008-04-08T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:42:35.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma paisagem distorcida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drg400/g408/g40807a339a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 206px;" src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drg400/g408/g40807a339a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagina uma paisagem de montes, vales, rios, céu e tudo o mais que faz uma paisagem. Sobrevoas este quadro e reparas que, pontualmente, como o abrir e fechar de um diafragma, o teu campo de visão é chuva e distorção. Como se fosses o olho de uma câmera partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O disco dos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gridlock&lt;/span&gt;, entitulado &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Formless&lt;/span&gt; transmite esta imagem a quem o ouve. Um disco de música ambiental com rasgos industriais e mecânicos. Se não os tivesse, seria muito aborrecido. Sem sal. No entanto, é uma produção muito bem conseguida. Pena não ter nenhuma amostra para vos dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faixas de destaque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Return 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chrometaphor&lt;br /&gt;Scratch&lt;br /&gt;Automontage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272544191868670888-960834196648197970?l=discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/960834196648197970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272544191868670888&amp;postID=960834196648197970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/960834196648197970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/960834196648197970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/2008/04/uma-paisagem-distorcida.html' title='Uma paisagem distorcida'/><author><name>Miguel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272544191868670888.post-2568088956586904555</id><published>2008-03-24T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T04:08:47.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJ9096U897k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJ9096U897k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v69plUD8Vio&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v69plUD8Vio&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272544191868670888-2568088956586904555?l=discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/2568088956586904555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272544191868670888&amp;postID=2568088956586904555' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/2568088956586904555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/2568088956586904555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/2008/03/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in Peace'/><author><name>Miguel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272544191868670888.post-3923989590805469724</id><published>2008-03-12T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:41:42.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If it kills me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/52667145_b83d94f216_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/52667145_b83d94f216_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felizmente para a cultura musical e para nós, melómanos ou simples apreciadores de música, existem  certas indididualidades que se destacam pela sua capacidade de compôr  e  interpretar  canções. Estas personalidades são usualmente designadas de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;songwriters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A exploração deste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;género&lt;/span&gt; (não sei se é bem um género) é, quase sempre, profícua: um homem ou mulher que se dedicam à composição e interpretação da sua música de uma forma intimista e muito pessoal costumam apresentar resultados igualmente intimistas e pessoais. E sabe tão bem a sensação de partilha destas emoções com o autor. Como se se tratasse de uma conversa única e intrasmissível entre nós ouvintes e o autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São inúmeros os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;songwriters&lt;/span&gt; que, por si só mereceriam um artigo de opinião e exultação: Tom Waits, Bob Dylan, Brendan Perry, Leonard Cohen, Jammie Lee Curtis, Suzanne Vega, Patti Smith,  Fausto (não esquecer este :) ), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma característica comum aos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;songwriters&lt;/span&gt; é o poder da sua voz. É natural que, quando um autor deseja transmitir uma mensagem, recorra, principalmente, à sua voz. Logo, é comum sermos invadidos pela reverberação cristalina de uma voz que transmite uma mensagem. Quem sabe se maomé não transmitiu a mensagem a cantar? Soa bem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoalmente, estou habituado a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;songwriters&lt;/span&gt; cujas vozes são graves e de longa amplitude. Pelo que, fiquei particularmente admirado e "perturbado" quando descobri a obra de John Darnielle. Um compositor e intérprete da Carolina do Norte. A característica deste autor que salta logo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;à vista&lt;/span&gt; é a sua voz.  Aguda e por vezes esganiçada,  a voz deste autor, acredito, não deverá causar grande admiração. A primeira vez que ouvi a voz deste autor não fui capaz de o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aguentar&lt;/span&gt; muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu gosto de julgar que sou homem razoável e tolerante e, vai daí, voltei a dar uma oportunidade à banda deste autor, os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mountain Goats&lt;/span&gt;. Desta vez, com a mente despida de preconceitos e atenta ao que o homem estava para ali a arengar (mas ninguém me tira a opinião de que o tipo é &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estranho&lt;/span&gt;). Confesso que o considero o melhor compositor que descobri nos últimos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além da sua voz característica, este autor prima, especialmente, pela qualidade da sua composição lírica. As suas canções são constantemente boas. Evocativas de paisagens urbanas, experiências humanas, emotivas (Se és &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; faz-me um favor: não me chateies) e também de muita fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drg700/g758/g75841hpqhn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 175px;" src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drg700/g758/g75841hpqhn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O disco que apresento aqui foi o disco que me introduziu aos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mountain Goats&lt;/span&gt; e é, para mim, o melhor que já ouvi (Ainda não os ouvi todos) e intitula-se &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunset Tree&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O disco trata da relação difícil do autor com o seu pai adoptivo. Desde o princípio, as músicas tocam este tema por vezes de forma directa e crua, outras de forma metafórica e indirecta. Lendo cada letra e cada canção, percebemos que este assunto está enquistado na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alma&lt;/span&gt; do autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destaques:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You or Your Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up the Wolves&lt;br /&gt;Lion's Teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vídeos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYCzDhaRV60"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddxbQbqjHhw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bSdRizGYb0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woke up New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYcmbtGgi6Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi muito recentemente o último álbum desta banda: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heretic Pride&lt;/span&gt;. Também está muito bom! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272544191868670888-3923989590805469724?l=discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/3923989590805469724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272544191868670888&amp;postID=3923989590805469724' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/3923989590805469724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/3923989590805469724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-it-kills-me.html' title='If it kills me...'/><author><name>Miguel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272544191868670888.post-3084277914529298336</id><published>2008-03-10T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T05:08:09.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revivalismo dos anos 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/pic200/drp000/p080/p08010xc9a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 208px;" src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/pic200/drp000/p080/p08010xc9a0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ciclicamente, no mundo da música, deparamo-nos com bandas cuja música é um tributo a sonoridades e movimentos pretéritos. Uma espécie de Eterno Retorno musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por exemplo, actualmente vivemos uma fase de pseudo-revivalismo da música &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indie&lt;/span&gt;. Bandas como Interpol, Arcade Fire,  Editors,  tentam  recriar o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post punk&lt;/span&gt;, rock e C86 que tanto contribuiu para o panorama musical nas décadas de 80 e 90. Infelizmente, este revivalismo tem ficado aquém do que eu, pessoalmente, esperava. São mais os maus resultados do que os bons. Posso desde já adiantar que, destas bandas, considero que poucas têm feito trabalhos decentes a ritmo constante. O primeiro disco dos Interpol é particularmente agradável, mas o resto é &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;treta&lt;/span&gt;; O mesmo para os Arcade Fire, Clap Your  Hands and say Yeah (Segundo disco mesmo muito fraquinho), Franz Ferdinand,  entre outros.  Por outro lado, destaco o trabalho positivo dos Death Cab for Cutie, dos The Shins e dos The National: bandas que têm pintado a nossa cultura musical com bom som e a um ritmo constante. Dois Álbuns a ouvir: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plans&lt;/span&gt; dos Death Cab For Cutie e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alligator&lt;/span&gt; dos The National.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na década de 90 experimentámos, também, um certo revivalismo musical. Desta feita, um revivalismo do swing e hot jazz dos anos 20 e 30, especialmente no Sul dos Estados Unidos. Não sei a que se deveu o fenómeno e do mesmo pouco se aproveitou. No entanto, como parece ser hábito, deste revivalismo surgiu uma banda muito particular chamada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squirrel Nut Zippers&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SQN&lt;/span&gt;). Muito enérgicos e sempre com um sorriso inocente na sua música, os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SNZ &lt;/span&gt;contagiam-nos com uma harmonia terapêutica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drc700/c753/c75317ix33n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 179px;" src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drc700/c753/c75317ix33n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banjo, violino, trompete, ukalele, bateria, trompete, trombone, enfim, uma sarabanda, unem-se em harmonia no álbum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;, de 1997, numa cadência quase sempre alegre ou melancólica e pontualmente lúgubre e triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voz de Katherine Whalen é simplesmente divinal. Não estou a ver outra voz que estivesse tão dentro de um contexto musical. Vale a pena ouvir &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SNZ&lt;/span&gt; só para apreciar esta voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faixas de destaque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a lid on it&lt;br /&gt;Prince Nez&lt;br /&gt;Hell&lt;br /&gt;Blue Angel&lt;br /&gt;Bad Businessman&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Filmes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VdAt4qWvz_8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put a Lid on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5dSHFerBV4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJzWGkgFcTU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ghost of Steven Foster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Infelizmente, a heroína acabou com esta banda...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:hnfuxqthld0e"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272544191868670888-3084277914529298336?l=discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/3084277914529298336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272544191868670888&amp;postID=3084277914529298336' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/3084277914529298336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/3084277914529298336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/2008/03/revivalismo-dos-anos-20.html' title='Revivalismo dos anos 20'/><author><name>Miguel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272544191868670888.post-5527126253742026136</id><published>2008-03-07T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T04:59:00.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Lover's Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beggars.com/artists/catalogue/go_betweens/images/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 151px;" src="http://www.beggars.com/artists/catalogue/go_betweens/images/88.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sem qualquer sustentáculo lógico, estatístico, matemático - enfim, científico e analítico -, ouso afirmar que o tema mais &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;batido&lt;/span&gt; da música contemporânea é o tema do Amor. Basicamente, creio que tal se deve a dois factores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Como seres humanos, acreditamos que este sentimento nos confere um estatuto especial por entre os demais seres que habitam esta bola azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Dá dinheiro falar sobre 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro ponto é muito discutível e certamente que daria pano para mangas. No entanto, não estou a escrever estes artigos para  encetar arengas  aborrecidas e  sujeitas ao exame do  Relativismo . Tal é para ser feito numa esplanada lisboeta, acompanhado de uma  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeca&lt;/span&gt; e, se possível, de pistachios :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O segundo ponto creio ser uma daquelas verdades elementares no que respeita à sociedade contemporânea. Se tal não fosse verdade não teriamos ao nosso dispor tantos discos que explorassem, umas vezes bem, outras vezes mal, este tema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todos os tipos de Amor são explorados, de certa forma, pela música: Amor fraternal, Amor paternal e maternal, Amor sexual, Amor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Platónico&lt;/span&gt;, Amor Romântico, Amor Inocente, Amor Indecente, Amor Impossível, Amor Heterossexual, Amor Homossexual, Amor amigo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De entre estes tipos de Amor, aquele que mais ouvimos na música, é o Amor Romântico entre duas pessoas do sexo oposto. O típico &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy meets Girl&lt;/span&gt;. Existem inúmeros bons discos dedicados exclusivamente a este tipo de Amor. Mas - e depois deste palavreado todo - não é sobre isto que apresento o seguinte disco. Hehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drf900/f993/f99381swzqs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 177px;" src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drf900/f993/f99381swzqs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O disco deste artigo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16 Lovers Lane&lt;/span&gt; (1988), da mítica e muito &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;underrated&lt;/span&gt; banda australiana &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Go Betweens&lt;/span&gt;, explora exactamente o que pode custar um Amor Romântico que não corre lá muito bem. Desespero, Rejeição, Saudade, Desejo, Esperança, estão contidos e mesclados neste disco em poderosas metáforas e declarações pujantes sem qualquer subterfúgio que nos possa distrair da verdade pura e nua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na minha opinião, a melhor lição que podemos aprender graças a este disco é: Sim, o Amor não corre sempre bem, mas olha, o tempo passa, a vida continua, outras oportunidades virão ao teu encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faixas de destaque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love goes on&lt;br /&gt;You can't say no forever &lt;/span&gt;(Uma das faixas mais bem escritas que eu conheço)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clouds&lt;br /&gt;Was there anything I could do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm allright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vídeos deste disco no youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XDmasbARtE"&gt;Streets of your town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGUxZvuRe9k"&gt;Was there anything I could do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smfT5NvmmWU"&gt;Clouds (versão acústica)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV6W3ocJRoQ"&gt;Quiet Heart (apenas audio)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande disco de uma grande banda. Ainda vou falar mais deles e de um dos seus elementos chamado Grant McLennan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se gostares deste disco, vais ouvi-lo muitas vezes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcade Fire - Eat this! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272544191868670888-5527126253742026136?l=discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/5527126253742026136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272544191868670888&amp;postID=5527126253742026136' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/5527126253742026136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/5527126253742026136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/2008/03/16-lovers-lane.html' title='16 Lover&apos;s Lane'/><author><name>Miguel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272544191868670888.post-4241476409711009781</id><published>2008-03-06T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:46:17.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Immaterial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/104235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 120px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/160/104235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Néscios os que julgam que a música &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt; se resume a artistas como Michael Jackson, Phil Collins, Madonna, e os demais artistas do género que encontramos na esfera da música &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tal como em qualquer género musical, existe uma míriade de sub-espaços musicais e sub-géneros contidos naquilo que designamos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop. &lt;/span&gt;Creio ser razoável classificarmos de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alternativo&lt;/span&gt; (não confundir com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indie&lt;/span&gt;. Para mim&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, indie&lt;/span&gt; é um sub-espaço da música alternativa) tudo o que de certa forma não encontra acessível facilmente ao público em geral. Existem inúmeros factores que contribuem para esta clivagem entre música &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alternativa&lt;/span&gt; e música &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mainstream&lt;/span&gt;. Talvez, num futuro artigo discuta esta problemática. No entanto, sou da opinião de que esta distinção é bastante ténue no que toca à música &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop. &lt;/span&gt;Durante muito tempo recusei ouvir ou apreciar este tipo de música por não ser capaz de fazer a distinção entre aquilo que considero bom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt; e mau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, para o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt; ser bom este tem de assentar sobre um ingrediente essencial: a escrita. Por mais que uma música &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop &lt;/span&gt;seja apelativa ao ouvido, não consigo achá-la minimamente interessante ou enriquecedora se não for bem escrita do ponto de vista lírico. Ou seja, sem uma boa letra, uma faixa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt; não vale um chavelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta declaração pode parecer uma daquelas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya sherlock&lt;/span&gt;, mas não é assim tão linear. Por exemplo, existem alguns álbuns de  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Metal&lt;/span&gt; que aprecio muito e que liricamente deixam muito a desejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente, existem diferentes formas de apreciar a música o que, invariavelmente, se aprofundarmos estas questões, nos remete ao ermo do Relativismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, posso apelar ao bom senso musical do leitor (lá vamos nós relativizar a noção de bom senso. Odeio-te Protágoras) e propor a exploração do trabalho de uma banda há muito extinta, mas que soube fazer boa música &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00000714K.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 129px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00000714K.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nascidos no ano de 1980, entre o céu cinzento e a alvenaria urbana de Liverpool, surge a banda intitulada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Immaterial. &lt;/span&gt;Um duo de rapazes que decide contar histórias simples sobre o ramerrão quotidiano por que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt; nós passamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O primeiro disco, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is hard and then you die, &lt;/span&gt;apresenta um conjunto de músicas de tons e texturas variadas, desde o electónico ao &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;folk,&lt;/span&gt; passando pelo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;country&lt;/span&gt; e pelo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new wave &lt;/span&gt;sempre com uma toada festiva mas também melancólica. A cadência musical do disco não é particularmente famosa e a sua produção deixa a desejar (O que, em produções indie, só adicionoa um certo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheirinho&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Deste disco destaco as faixas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Driving away from home, the rope &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ed's funky dinner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/130x130/4651700.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/130x130/4651700.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O segundo disco, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song&lt;/span&gt;, é, na minha opinião, uma obra prima &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop. &lt;/span&gt;A estrutura do disco é perfeita e o seu âmbito lírico bastante rico e texturado. Ao contrário do disco que o antecedeu, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song&lt;/span&gt; é um registo mais calmo e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;downbeat&lt;/span&gt;. Sem entrar em grandes aventuras instrumentais, este disco prima pela sua simplicidade, sobriedade e, sobretudo, pela sua voz poética. Um disco, eu diria, para gente já com alguma maturidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste disco destaco as faixas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An ordinary life, Heaven knows &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summerwinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/It%27s+Immaterial"&gt;Perfil dos &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/It%27s+Immaterial"&gt;It's Immaterial no lastfm.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=it%27s+immaterial&amp;amp;search_type="&gt;Vídeos dos &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=it%27s+immaterial&amp;amp;search_type="&gt;It's Immaterial no youtube.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/130x130/4651700.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272544191868670888-4241476409711009781?l=discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/4241476409711009781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272544191868670888&amp;postID=4241476409711009781' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/4241476409711009781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/4241476409711009781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-immaterial.html' title='It&apos;s Immaterial'/><author><name>Miguel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272544191868670888.post-2522967368846839417</id><published>2008-03-05T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:08:11.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indie Pita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drg400/g407/g40787kwhes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 192px;" src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/cov200/drg400/g407/g40787kwhes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pá, eu não curto muito aquelas musiquinhas da pitinha que se apaixonou por aquele &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gajo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muita bom&lt;/span&gt; e como o sol é lindo e as flores verdejantes. Não é bem a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minha cena. &lt;/span&gt;Mas há uma excepção.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Em 1993, na Califórnia, quatro miudas , entre as quais  &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Rose+Melberg"&gt;Rose Melberg&lt;/a&gt; (de quem ainda vou falar), formam a banda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiger Trap&lt;/span&gt; e lançam o primeiro disco, também ele intitulado de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiger Trap. &lt;/span&gt;E que disco este! Enérgico, Positivo, Inocente e muito muito &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute!&lt;/span&gt; É uma das gemas do movimento &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twee"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - movimento caracterizado pela energia e inocência da sua música.&lt;br /&gt;Sem pretenciosismos, a maioria das faixas deste disco lidam com os problemas de uma miúda e do seu  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gajo&lt;/span&gt; ou paixoneta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mim toca-me pela sua energia e pela sua capacidade de deixar qualquer pessoa bem disposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faixas a destacar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puzzle Pieces&lt;br /&gt;You're Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Words and Smiles&lt;br /&gt;Supreme Nothing&lt;br /&gt;My Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tiger+Trap"&gt;Previews e Biografia no lastfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, a banda apenas lançou este disco, o que lhe confere ainda mais o estatuto de gema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.allmusic.com/00/amg/pic200/drp300/p374/p37425hhwkm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3272544191868670888-2522967368846839417?l=discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/feeds/2522967368846839417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272544191868670888&amp;postID=2522967368846839417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/2522967368846839417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272544191868670888/posts/default/2522967368846839417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discosdeoutrostempos.blogspot.com/2008/03/indie-pita.html' title='Indie Pita'/><author><name>Miguel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
