QUEM NÃO AMA A IRLANDA NÃO PODE SER BOA PESSOA! E slaínte! para todos. Vemo-nos logo, com Guiness na mão a cantar Behan e a lembrar Yeats.

DEVIA SER PROIBIDO ESCREVER TÃO BEM (E DEPOIS APAGAR TUDO): O Novo Cassandranismo, a moderna cruzada contra Big José e Cavaco Brother, aqui. Muito bom, arrasando mesmo aqueles que sabem que «cartuxo» se escreve «cartucho».

ESTADO EM QUE SE ENCONTRA ESTE BLOGGER*

«Existence, well what does it matter ?
I exist in the best terms I can.
The past is now part of my future
The present is well out of hand»

Heart and Soul, Joy Division

*d'aprés Bomba.

UM DOS MELHORES POEMAS DE UMA DAS MELHORES PRÉ-RAFAELITAS:CHRISTINA ROSSETTI*

Somewhere or Other

Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet - never yet ? ah me!
Made answer to my word.

Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night.

Somewhere or other, may be far or near;
With just a wall, a hedge, between;
With just the last leaves of the dying year
Fallen on a turf grown green.

*mais e melhor aqui.

É BOM NÃO ESTAR SÓZINHO ...e descobrir paixões comuns, como o jazz. Ao contrário do que muitos pensam, não é uma música «dificil»; dificil é escrever sobre ela. Mas há quem o faça bem. E outras músicas também são contempladas. Bem-vindos.

EM MODO REPEAT1, NA GRAFONOLA CASEIRA: WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN, ARTIC MONKEYS Eu confesso que desde há muito perdi a inocência em relação às next big things do circo pop. Mas continuo a achar que quando as canções são boas, é preciso esgotá-las. When The Sun Goes Down é um bom exemplo, uma crónica de costumes proletária, cantada com uma pint na mão e embrulhada em guitarras sujas. Os Artic Monkeys são aquilo que os Libertines tentaram ser, mas mais cultos e humorados. Muito bom, muito bom mesmo. Deixo a letra, que vale por si.

So who's that girl there?
I wonder what went wrong
So that she had to roam the streets
She don't do major credit cards
I doubt she does receipts
It's all not quite legitimate

And what a scummy manJ
ust give him half a chanceI bet he'll rob you if he can
Can see it in his eyes, yeah
That he's got a driving ban
Amongst some other offences

And I've seen him with girls of the night
And he told Roxanne to put on her red light
They're all infected but he'll be alright
Cause he's a scumbag, don't you know
I said he's a scumbag, don't you know!

Although you're trying not to listen
I bet your eyes are staring at the ground
She makes a subtle proposition
Sorry love I'll have to turn you down
And oh he must be up to something
Want half a chance to show he's more than likely
I've got a feeling in my stomach
I start to wonder what his story might be
What his story might be

They said it changes when the sun goes down
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
Around here
Around

And look here comes a Ford Mondeo
Isn't he Mister Inconspicuous
And he don't have to say 'owt
She understands she's here to get picked up
And she's delighted when she sees him
Pulling in and giving her the eye
Because she must be fucking freezing
Scantily clad beneath the clear night sky
She don't stop in the winter, no and...

They said it changes when the sun goes down
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
Around here
They said it changes when the sun goes down
Over the river, going out to town
And they said it changes when the sun goes down
Around here

What a scummy man
Just give him half a chanceI bet he'll rob you if he can
Can see it in his eyes that he's got a nasty plan
I hope you're not involved at all