If you go through my music collection today, you'll find heaps of alternative everything, Canadian indie, progressive metal and jazz oldies. But, as a teen, I was all about pop and radio-friendly songs, and no one struck a chord with 14-year-old me like Take That. I fiercely began writing my own songs (spoiler alert: they … Continue reading Brain on Cocaine
What do you do when Margaret Atwood comes to your country for a talk, but she's doing it more than 300kms away from your city and on a school night? You ask for the Friday off work and travel 300kms, of course. Every year since 2014, the city of Porto hosts the wonderful Fórum do … Continue reading Margaret Atwood’s MyThologies
Started reading The Plot Against America because of the current political scenario all over the Western world. Had to put it down after the result of the Brazilian elections, because of the current political scenario all over the Western world. Picked up David Mitchell's Slade House instead. Because reality is scarier than horror fiction and, … Continue reading Horror stories
"Don't think of this as a Spiritual Front concert. Think of it as a party", frontman Simone Salvatore told us. And how right he was. Last night's Spiritual Front show in Lisbon's Sabotage Rock Club almost felt like those times when you hang out with that friend of yours who plays the guitar and serenades … Continue reading Spiritual Front plays The Smiths – and themselves
Visitar cidades não significa que as vejamos realmente. À excepção dos nove dias que passei em Paris e da greve geral dos transportes que me obrigou a fazer a cidade toda a pé (há várias vidas atrás), vou-me embora sempre com a sensação de só ter visto o salão dos convidados. Por muito que espreite … Continue reading Ἑλλάς – Atenas
Parece lenta por ser imensa a torrente que passa pela ampulheta. Devia entupir ou emitir sinal de alarme ao ver passar versos repetidos ou rimas pirosas. Ouve a areia, diz ela, não queres a tua âmbola cheia de poemas menores.
Some are Born to Endless Night. - William Blake, 'Auguries of Innocence' I bought this album over 10 years ago, on my birthday. It was terribly overpriced - probably with the excuse of being an indie import from a faraway country - but I felt so happy to see a Hawksley Workman record in a … Continue reading Some are Born to sweet delight
No amount of filters or effects can ever beat black and white film.
Is it the fever first And then the fire?
As an orphan one learns to be self-sufficient and one learns the tricks of the trades which go with that. One becomes a freelance. (...) I propose a conspiracy of orphans. We exchange winks. We reject hierarchies. All hierarchies. We take the shit of the world for granted and we exchange stories about how we … Continue reading Orphans
Tintas, pintores, artistas, telas. Há um cromo repetido, com tonalidades diferentes, mas o Vincent merece.
I blame Tom for fingers that want to dance along the skin for the fire emerging from sailing within.
And a little bit of Fed3.