coisas que valem a pena no facebook:
- a lista das dez melhores canções da madonna, pelo nuno galopim
- o texto de francisco seixas da costa sobre o folhetim de ferreira fernandes no dn
se quiserem saber as últimas sobre o mercado de transferências (wtf !?) podem continuar no twitter.
num mundo razoavelmente amalucado, é muito bom ouvir, ouvir e voltar a ouvir os tindersticks e perceber que está tudo na mesma. a música linda, a voz funda do rapaz, o tom de drama que, afinal, é só isso mesmo, tom.
depois do fogo, as televisões regressam aos locais das tragédias, à procura de histórias que preencham o verão. muitas dessas reportagens pareceram-me francamente acima da média e só pecam por rodarem demasiadas vezes no ecrã - penso ter visto na quarta uma reportagem que já vira na segunda -, num exercício que conduz a uma certa banalização. mas isso já é outra história,
são quase sempre histórias de pessoas, rostos tisnados pelo sol e pela dureza do mundo rural, olhar vazio de esperança. pessoas que perderam tudo, porque, talvez para espanto de muitos, ainda há muito quem viva de quase nada, do que a terra vai dando quando dá.
'conheço' aqueles rostos porque nasci e cresci num mundo assim, entre rostos e vidas dessas.
FOREWORD
I come from a boardwalk town where almost everything is tinged with a bit of fraud. So am I. By twenty, no race-car-driving rebel, I was a guitar player on the streets of Asbury Park and already a member in good standing amongst those who “lie” in service of the truth . . . artists, with a small “a.” But I held four clean aces. I had youth, almost a decade of hard-core bar band experience, a good group of homegrown musicians who were attuned to my performance style and a story to tell.
This book is both a continuation of that story and a search into its origins. I’ve taken as my parameters the events in my life I believe shaped that story and my performance work. One of the questions I’m asked over and over again by fans on the street is “How do you do it?” In the following pages I will try to shed a little light on how and, more important, why.
Rock ’n’ Roll Survival Kit
DNA, natural ability, study of craft, development of and devotion to an aesthetic philosophy, naked desire for . . . fame? . . . love? . . . admiration? . . . attention? . . . women? . . . sex? . . . and oh, yeah . . . a buck. Then . . . if you want to take it all the way out to the end of the night, a furious fire in the hole that just . . . don’t . . . quit . . . burning.
These are some of the elements that will come in handy should you come face-to-face with eighty thousand (or eighty) screaming rock ’n’ roll fans who are waiting for you to do your magic trick. Waiting for you to pull something out of your hat, out of thin air, out of this world, something that before the faithful were gathered here today was just a song-fueled rumor.
I am here to provide proof of life to that ever elusive, never completely believable “us.” That is my magic trick. And like all good magic tricks, it begins with a setup. So…
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