Me too!

I want a bail out too!

Baby, do you understand me now
Sometimes I seem a little mad
But don't you know that no one alive
Can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And sometimes it seems that all I have do is worry
Then you're bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy I want you to know
That I never mean to take it out on you
Life has it's problems and I get my share
And that's one thing I never meant to do
Because I love you
Oh, Oh baby don't you know I'm human
Have thoughts like any other one
Sometimes I find myself long regretting
Some foolish thing some little simple thing I've done
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Annoying Alarm Clock

Do you know when you are dreaming and the alarm clock rings interrupting your flight or your diving or your ultimate psychodelic trip? Well, the alarm clock of times keeps ringing and waking up the dreamers and the last time it happened I could witness it. The alarm ring went off to the Sweet Silence studios where among other artists Metallica recorded Ride the Lightning, Master of Puppets and And Justice for All... albums. I went for a visit just one day before the studio was dismantled, taken by my -I hope still a dreamer- father in law Knut Henriksen who had himself recorded at the Flemming Rasmussen studio.The alarm bell was rung by the owner of the building who sold it so a PARKING LOT could be built and by the technological advances that made it possible to cut a record in one's own bedroom, dismissing this way the necessity of a proper studio for less elaborated productions. I enjoy the "do it yourself" idea of not needing to sell your mother to pay for studio time in order to record and produce, but I still think that places like Sweet Silence should be preserved because in the end it's not only a studio, a building shell with soundproff rooms and recording equipment, but a place where ballads that made couples get together were recorded, music that inspired people to create, to be happy, to celebrate, or even to be angry, to be sad and ultimately, to think, to feel and to dream before the clock rings again.


In the picture from the right to the left:
Me, Knut Henriksen and Flemming Rasmussen
while mixing the last band to record at Sweet Silence, Nerdville.

Nothing in Particular

I've been listening a lot to the album Oracular Spectacular from MGMT and the "Time to Pretend" song is stuck to my head, the other songs are very good too, but I beleive the lyrics from this one are great. I think most of the 5 people who read this already know the band, but if by any strike of luck i happens that someone read this and still haven't heard MGMT I recommend.

Time to Pretend

I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children,we'll get a divorce,
we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.

Yeah yeah yeah.

Plunct Plact Zum, não vai a lugar nenhum.

A idéia é boa, aliás, copiada de outros lugares http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Community_bicycle_program
O negócio foda é o abrasileiramento, ou diria, APAULISTAMENTO (paulista adora entrar em fila e complicar coisas simples) imediato do negócio, com a burocratizacão... Cadastro, cheio de regras minúsculas que só servem para ser descumpridas, termo de responsabilidade, cartão de crédito, documento com foto, duas vias, assinado por 3 testemunhas, abencoado por um padre, carimbado, registrado, rotulado, avaliado se quiser pedalar...Plunct Plact Zum! Num negócio que era pra ser prático. Mais uma vez tentar encobrir o cheiro de podre com perfume... Ou alguém quer apostar que a parada vai ser tratada como projeto modelo e no guiché de empréstimo de bicicleta vai ter no mínimo uns 10 funcionários, usando como uniforme ternos mal cortados e tratando os usuários como Sr.?
(o artigo abaixo é do G1)

Metrô de SP vai emprestar bicicletas para passageiros
Empresa promete funcionamento do serviço ainda neste mês.Sete novos bicicletários estão prometidos na primeira fase do projeto.
O Metrô de São Paulo deve disponibilizar até o fim de setembro o serviço de empréstimo de bicicleta para seus usuários. Segundo a empresa, a medida pode estimular o transporte em duas rodas nos pequenos trajetos, para melhorar o trânsito e as condições ambientais. Inicialmente, 80 bicicletas serão distribuídas em 8 bicicletários ainda em implantação em estações da capital paulista. O ciclista receberá a bicicleta, um capacete e um cadeado gratuitamente, e tem meia hora para devolver o equipamento em outro bicicletário. Se quiser prolongar o tempo de permanência, o usuário paga R$ 2,00 a cada hora. As bicicletas podem ser devolvidas até às 20h do dia do empréstimo. No caso do passageiro precisar ficar com a bicicleta durante todo o dia, será cobrada a diária de R$50,00. Para utilizar o serviço, o interessado deverá preencher um cadastro, assinar um termo de responsabilidade e apresentar o cartão de crédito.


Programa de incentivo

Além do empréstimo, o Metrô divulga que pretende aumentar o número de bicicletários. Desde abril de 2007, existe um destes espaços para estacionamento de bicicletas na unidade Vila Guilhermina-Esperança do Metrô. A promessa é de que até setembro, em uma primeira fase, outros sete espaços sejam instalados nas estações Corinthians-Itaquera, Carrão, Vila Mariana, Paraíso, Sé, Anhangabaú e Marechal Deodoro, totalizando 350 vagas para bicicletas em toda a rede. Para estacionar a bicicleta é preciso fazer um cadastro apresentando um documento com foto. Uma etiqueta numerada de identificação será afixada na bicicleta e um cartão com o mesmo número será entregue ao ciclista. Para retirar, devem ser apresentados o número e um documento com foto. Segundo o Metrô, a segunda fase do projeto deverá instalar bicicletários em mais sete estações: Liberdade, São Bento e Tiradentes, Sumaré, Santa Cecília, Brás e Palmeira-Barra Funda. Estruturas de pára-ciclos, nas quais o ciclista pode usar seu próprio cadeado e sua corrente, serão instaladas em oito estações, com vinte vagas em cada uma: Jabaquara, Belém, Penha, Vila Matilde, Artur Alvim, Capão Redondo, Campo Limpo e Vila das Belezas.

Porra, essa foi tão sintomática que me fez escrever em português!

Little Happy Moments in The Life of an Unemployed Man

It was Sunday, the weather was surprisingly nice with the promise made by the weather man of getting worse by the week. Actually the last sunny sunday of the year with temperatures over "going out in a t-shirt" was the promise. The unemployed man didn't want to lose this chance of letting his feet see the sun for a proper good-bye until next year, so he went to the park.
The unemployed man sat there in the sun with his feet and belly exposed, closed his eyes and kept watching all the multi-colored shapes created by the sun and boosted by his imagination passing in front of him like a movie being showed in his own private little theater.
All the deepest existencialist questions emerged in the unemployed man's mind, some of them being answered, some of them leading to other questions, some of them being interrupted by the noise of the kids playing in the park.
The unemployed man thought about where this life he had been living would take him, he was not sure about the answer to that question, in fact he was not even sure if he was unhappy or sad or angry or simply in a bad mood. The unemployed man decided to go home and on the way he found an abandoned bycicle hidden in a bush, after a second look he realised it looked exactly like the bycicle he had and had been stolen in the previous year. He thought a little bit and decided to take it home, there he could check the papers he had and compare the numbers writen on the bycicle's frame. In the end the numbers didn't match and the bike was not actually the one that had been stolen from him. The unemployed man didn't care, he kept the bycicle and the secret of the unmatching numbers to himself because that fact had made his day, and that he could not give up so easily.

Patience my child...

For those of you who are studying music and having a hard time with scales, this is a good motivation to keep practicing them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUij8FCg0z8

Good luck!

Leisure Activities

If you are interested in finding out a new name to your favorite free time hobby, take a look at this http://www.worldwidewank.com/synonyms.html.
If you didn't like, go slap boxing with the balony pony...

Hey, in the end I'm quite normal!

I'm quite sure this is Canadian Dan.

http://www.holytaco.com/2008/06/27/the-douchiest-phone-message-in-history/

If you know him, take your own conclusions...

Cheers Vitor!

Good Popcorn

Popcorn, fries, bacon and all the fat food you've been eating are exactly like your ex-girlfriend. You know it's not good for you, but now and again you end up eating some of it anyway.

I know, I am a sinner, but Lord, last night it was for a good reason (as usual).

I don't even know where to start, but musicaly speaking I had some good popcorn in a very specific bar where virgin bands play for peanuts (one day I'll write more about the place). Anyway, quite a few people were there to enjoy St. John's Fest, which in Brazil is a big thing. Traditionally people would dress up as peasants which was not the case in this night, mainly headbangers atracted to the place for God knows which reason enjoyed all together St. Johns popcorn, peanuts and all the fest clichés except for the bonfire, at least until I left.

A band playing popcorn music for peanuts was just the perfect combination for a St. John's Fest celebration in Brazil. I could say that experienced bands might not so easily have had the blast those guys had tonight. They probably had the highest point in their carreers so far by playing the instruments and leting the crowd sing along the lyrics in a great atmosphere.

Hard rock music sung along by the head banging crowd, including some extreme popcorn versions of Guns n' Roses, White Snake and even Bon Jovi. I tell you, it's priceless to watch from outside the "roots" kind of people criticising the timbre of the snare drum while 10 couples make out to the sound of "November Rain".

As a final word, because I don't have the brains to write anything else and give it a sense, please find out the meaning of "belindia" (that's just a hint, more elaborated texts are around). When the concept of "belindia" is in your head, understanding this holidays in Southern Brazil posts will make more sense.

To be drunk is great to have ideas, but shitty to write. Maybe I need a recorder.

Indie Bands Will Have to Buy Their Names From Now On

No, that's not a joke.

After a beer drinking night with good people I changed my mind about the power of brainstorming.
My friend Batata needed a name for a nameless band which is scheduled to play next month, so after some beers, a brainstorming session about the name of the band just happened spontaneously and boy, that was a trip.
As in the previous post, if you are not South American or have a master's degree level in Brazilian pop culture, this post might be a bit difficult to understand.
Anyway, we brainstormed for some time about the band name, the session was so good that I believe we have finished any possibilities of another name for a Brazilian indie band to come, that's why people gonna have to buy it from us.

So here is the list:

The Buttercups (obviously the first suggestion)
Karo e seus Amidos
Brown Cow
Bateaux Mouch
Atari e seus Cartuchos
PacMan e os River Rides
Edifício London
Didi e sua Mina Encantada
Escort e os Veronas
Apollo e os 13
Apollo e os Veronas
Herbert e seus Ultra-leves
White Denzel
Stevie and the Brailes
Osmar Santos e os Rayovacs
Bino e os Ciladas
Chalenger and the Apollos
Chernobyl e os Reatores
Goiania e os Césios
Césio e os 137
Goiano e os Brilhosos
Candelária e os Moleques

That's all I can remember for now unfortunately. And yes, I am way less cocky now than when I started the post, so I am sure the list is not a definite thing, indie bands can relax and find their own names, but, if you feel like, you are more than welcome suggest names in the comments.

Middle Class Guilt

I write this post with the next one in my mind, they are both related in a wierd way, but in the end, what I wanna say is that both of them come from the same head after the same beer drinking night. This one might be a bit more social conscious which the other one is not at all, but...
Anyway, the intro to this post might be longer than the post itself, I don't know, because at least in this one I'm writing as it goes.
Fuck it, straight to the point, what I wanna say is that after my beer drinking night on a Thursday, which means a week day, that people have to go to their jobs next day, was as usual quite a lot of fun.
I'm a middle class Southern Brazilian that by random reasons live in Denmark. I happen to be on holidays in Brazil at the moment, and (if you are not South American) unless you have masters degree level of knowledge in South American geopolitics you won't understand.
It's funny how I can't go straight to the point, and it might not make sense to anyone, but after some not so cheap beers on a week day I came back to my house and the doorman (the one who avoids thieves) of my building welcomed me and called the elevator and opened the door to me while wearing a HARD ROCK CAFE sweater.
That reminds me of the time when quite a few of the guys colecting recyclable trash in my town used to wear some of my thorned private catholic nun school jackets which students used to donate. Only to remember that now those guys wear a t-shirt written "Environmental Agent" given to them by the town hall as an atempt to cover a rotten smell with cheap perfume.
Anyway, that's quite funny, that's quite sad and that's part of the middle class guilt I feel everyday.

When a Problem Comes Along...

YOU MUST WHIP IT!

Devo has better "plans for Nigel". At least for McDonald's/American Idol Happy Meal toy named "New Wave Nigel", apparently based on Devo's look, you judge by yourself, if you'd need to judge.

I say: "Whip it good!"

Never be too sure

When you think you know everything...


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Nunes

Hope you have read the part saying: "The video of her song "Into the Sunshine" from the CD has over a 1.2 million views on YouTube."

I wonder why don't I have a YouTube channel! 1,2 million views, that's a fucking lot, much more than the most important event of this century so far which influences everybody's lives http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpONEX8tme8 (350.000 views)

But still, 1 10th of the viewers from this guy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gx-NLPH8JeM (10,522,336).

Actually I should have my own YouTube channel... Problem is, I don't play the ukulele, I am not a break dancing midget and I am not into strip teasing to the masses in front of a webcam. Fuck, I must be part of the lost generation.

Wow, I just had an insight and my lack of tallent and skill for all sorts of things should be a theme for my first video!

Great idea! But I have no camera.

I must be part of the lost generation...