<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26513912</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:20.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ar De Rock</title><subtitle type='html'>Dias com ipod, noites com insónias e sonhos com banda sonora. Psicanálise a albuns, dissecação de bandas e desconstrução de canções. Música exaustiva</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26513912.post-2685474659300233067</id><published>2007-01-13T08:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:02:49.147Z</updated><title type='text'>Revolution 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/9f/Whitealbum.jpg/225px-Whitealbum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/9f/Whitealbum.jpg/225px-Whitealbum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#9 #9 #9 (Paul is dead) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-2685474659300233067?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/2685474659300233067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=2685474659300233067' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/2685474659300233067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/2685474659300233067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2007/01/revolution-9.html' title='Revolution 9'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26513912.post-8849823539530294998</id><published>2007-01-11T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:18:35.054Z</updated><title type='text'>Post informal II - Música para exames</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Últimos exames da licenciatura. Banda sonora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tokyomusicjapan.com/auction/RadioheadNoSurprise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.tokyomusicjapan.com/auction/RadioheadNoSurprise.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Smiths&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoplifters of the world unite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depeche Mode&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Policy of Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;/span&gt; - Spanish guitar solo (quand souber o nome ponho aqui, é lindíssimo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revolution 9 &lt;/span&gt;(Beatles como nunca ouviram)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primal Scream &amp; Kate Moss&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some velvet morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All along the watchtower &lt;/span&gt;(mística, primordial talvez. Uma verdadeira dor de cabeça é escolher entre esta e a do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Shine on you crazy diamond &lt;/span&gt;(a versão a sério d 18 minutos)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balla -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O fim da luta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Raconteurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Steady as she goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Good ol' fashion rock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ronettes - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be my babe &lt;/span&gt;(uma das obras-primas de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phil Spector&lt;/span&gt; e da sua "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wall of Sound")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Para finalizar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radiohead &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything in its right place&lt;/span&gt; (a textura da canção sente-se e é incrível, a melhor banda dos anos '90 e uma das mais inovadores dos últimos 50 anos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-8849823539530294998?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/8849823539530294998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=8849823539530294998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/8849823539530294998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/8849823539530294998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2007/01/post-informal-ii-msica-para-exames.html' title='Post informal II - Música para exames'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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-26513912.post-5113714995064655730</id><published>2007-01-06T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:10:21.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Dylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?&lt;br /&gt;I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it&lt;br /&gt;I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',&lt;br /&gt;I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',&lt;br /&gt;I saw a white ladder all covered with water,&lt;br /&gt;I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,&lt;br /&gt;I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,&lt;br /&gt;And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,&lt;br /&gt;And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RaAVH610ZOI/AAAAAAAAACE/0c6wJvY4RRI/s1600-h/dylani4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RaAVH610ZOI/AAAAAAAAACE/0c6wJvY4RRI/s320/dylani4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017033210688988386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier,Courier New;" &gt; "Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier,Courier New;" &gt;My senses have been stripped,&lt;br /&gt;my hands can't feel to grip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier,Courier New;" &gt; My toes too numb to step,&lt;br /&gt; wait only for my boot heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier,Courier New;" &gt; To be wanderin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier,Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier,Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RaAbYK10ZQI/AAAAAAAAACo/8yAGyodIwDM/s1600-h/dylani1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RaAbYK10ZQI/AAAAAAAAACo/8yAGyodIwDM/s320/dylani1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017040086931629314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt; &lt;!--  lyrics  --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"How many roads must a man walk down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Before you call him a man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Before she sleeps in the sand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RaAVHq10ZMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PJ3Iwoc8ZHE/s1600-h/dylani2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RaAVHq10ZMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PJ3Iwoc8ZHE/s320/dylani2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017033206394021058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How does it feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; To be on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; With&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no direction home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Like a complete unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Like a rolling stone?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frameonline.it/FotoArticoli/ArtN29_TFF2005_Americana_NoDirectionHome9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.frameonline.it/FotoArticoli/ArtN29_TFF2005_Americana_NoDirectionHome9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A beleza dos versos de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob Dylan &lt;/span&gt;é indescritível. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dylan&lt;/span&gt; é um turbilhão de estados de espírito e imagens fortíssimas. O seu génio não acalma, não tem fim. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"À parte disso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                               Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-5113714995064655730?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/5113714995064655730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=5113714995064655730' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/5113714995064655730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/5113714995064655730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2007/01/dylan.html' title='Dylan'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RaAVH610ZOI/AAAAAAAAACE/0c6wJvY4RRI/s72-c/dylani4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26513912.post-6729369024498338804</id><published>2007-01-06T09:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:10:22.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Moz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ_79q10ZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/FLbsonQMLYw/s1600-h/mozi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know, 'cause tonight is just like every other night, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's  why you're on your own  tonight,&lt;br /&gt;With your triumphs and your charms&lt;br /&gt;while their in each others arms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ_79q10ZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/FLbsonQMLYw/s1600-h/mozi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ_79q10ZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/FLbsonQMLYw/s320/mozi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017005546804634770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if a double decker bus&lt;br /&gt; crashes into us,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ_6KK10ZGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kGAGiGWlq6M/s1600-h/mozi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ_6KK10ZGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kGAGiGWlq6M/s320/mozi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017003562529743970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No hope no harm just another false alarm&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tell me how long before the last one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And tell me how long before the right one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RaAK9q10ZKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9kENoQDMdEI/s1600-h/mozi4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RaAK9q10ZKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/9kENoQDMdEI/s320/mozi4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017022039479051426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Stephen Patrick &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morrissey&lt;/span&gt;, o anti-ícone mais idolaterado da música britânica. Vocalista e compositor dos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Smiths &lt;/span&gt;(ver post) marcou profundamente pela sua voz harmoniosa, estilo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indie&lt;/span&gt; despretensioso e letras docemente melancólicas que deram voz a uma geração românticos excluídos e desprezados. Ícone por ser o que muitos não querem assumir ou parecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 51);font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-6729369024498338804?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/6729369024498338804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=6729369024498338804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/6729369024498338804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/6729369024498338804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2007/01/moz.html' title='Moz'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ_79q10ZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/FLbsonQMLYw/s72-c/mozi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26513912.post-3701335046346324063</id><published>2007-01-05T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:10:22.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Syd Barret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Remember when you were young? you shone like the sun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ5aBK10ZDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jYi0nYOKawk/s1600-h/barreti1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ5aBK10ZDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jYi0nYOKawk/s320/barreti1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016546011073766450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ5aBK10ZEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D8eMs4a205w/s1600-h/barreti2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ5aBK10ZEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D8eMs4a205w/s320/barreti2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016546011073766466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And I don't care if the sun don't shine, and I don't care if nothing is mine, and I don't care if I'm nervous with you, I'll do my loving in the winter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ5aBa10ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pftuqQN39ko/s1600-h/barreti3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ5aBa10ZFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pftuqQN39ko/s320/barreti3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016546015368733778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "But now there's a look in your eyes,  like black holes in the skies"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syd Barret, &lt;/span&gt;icónico vocalista dos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink Floyd,&lt;/span&gt; morreu em Julho do ano passado. Lenda, louco, mártir, carismático e insondável.&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        "Shine on you crazy diamond"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/26513912-3701335046346324063?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/3701335046346324063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=3701335046346324063' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/3701335046346324063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/3701335046346324063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2007/01/syd-barret.html' title='Syd Barret'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUDJtmpdE68/RZ5aBK10ZDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jYi0nYOKawk/s72-c/barreti1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26513912.post-2428956025889744385</id><published>2007-01-05T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T21:26:28.517Z</updated><title type='text'>Ícones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ídolos de gerações, criadores de contra-culturas juvenis à escala global e reformadores da estrutura idiossincrática do século XX. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revelia, subversão e carisma&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-2428956025889744385?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/2428956025889744385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=2428956025889744385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/2428956025889744385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/2428956025889744385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2007/01/cones.html' title='Ícones'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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-26513912.post-8497452304785169662</id><published>2006-12-08T06:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:10:33.900Z</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vanderzande.com/1971/morrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.vanderzande.com/1971/morrison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Awake. Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The days divinity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41050000/jpg/_41050018_daylennondied2_bbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41050000/jpg/_41050018_daylennondied2_bbc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV/ And you think you're so clever and classless and free/ But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ª feira, 8 de Dezembro, dia de Nossa Senhora da Conceição. Em 1943 nascia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o icónico vocalista dos &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jim Morrisson &lt;/span&gt;. Em 1980 morria em Nova Iorque o maior nome da música do século XX, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;. Faço 20 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/26513912-8497452304785169662?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/8497452304785169662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=8497452304785169662' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/8497452304785169662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/8497452304785169662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2006/12/imagine.html' title='A day in the life'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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-26513912.post-116456731670927234</id><published>2006-11-26T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:55:17.606Z</updated><title type='text'>The Byrds I -  Mr. Tambourine Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.listen.com/img/356x237/4/2/7/8/648724_356x237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://image.listen.com/img/356x237/4/2/7/8/648724_356x237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Mr. Tambourine Man&lt;/span&gt;, lançada em Agosto de 1965 como um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cover&lt;/span&gt; para rádio da música originalmente escrita por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/span&gt; é um dos raríssimos casos em que a cópia é melhor que o original. A sua interpretação quer a nível de vocal, quer a nível melódico (crédito neste caso para &lt;b&gt;McGuinn&lt;/b&gt;, que tratou dos arranjos) é extraordinária. A música é maravilhosamente agradável, possuindo uma composição (literalmente) harmónica, quer na voz, quer nos dedilhados de guitarra. É como um sonho de Verão, quente e agradável  leve e frágil. O seu ritmo lento (considerávelmente mais lenta que a versão da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dylan&lt;/span&gt;) só contribuí para enfatizar a modelação de voz que &lt;b&gt;Jim Dickson &lt;/b&gt;dá a cada palavra e a cada verso.&lt;br /&gt; Posso dizer que é uma música psicadélica, não no sentido comummente atribuído à música psicadélica (tipo os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barret&lt;/span&gt;), mas  antes porque é tão onírica, tão surreal, tão difusa que só esta palavra a descrebe com exactidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-116456731670927234?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/116456731670927234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=116456731670927234' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/116456731670927234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/116456731670927234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2006/11/byrds-i-mr-tambourine-man.html' title='The Byrds I -  Mr. Tambourine Man'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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-26513912.post-116437279069607275</id><published>2006-11-24T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:06:09.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Falta de Tempo (post informal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://991.com/newgallery/New-Order-Brotherhood-146489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://991.com/newgallery/New-Order-Brotherhood-146489.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sem tempo para &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posts &lt;/span&gt;longos, aqui deixo as minhas fontes de motivação nos dias que correm. São estas músicas (juntamente com o  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;) que me fazem sair da cama, que me fazem entrar no metro para a faculdade e que me fazem rastejar de volta para os subúrbios já a noite vai alta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arctic Monkeys: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A certain Romance, Fake Tails of San Francisco;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beatles: o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Album &lt;/span&gt;todo&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;destaque para as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Revolutions, &lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yer Blues e a já referida While my guitar gently weeps);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Byrds: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Tambourine man (recomendo muito vivamente) Eight Miles High&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bob Dylan: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A hard rain's gonna fall, Hurricane;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bobby Mcferrin: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aleluia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David Bowie&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Rebel Rebel, Ziggy Stardust, Lady Stardust;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depeche Mode&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: The World in my eyes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Doors: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Awake Ghost  Song;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Strokes: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You only live once;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New order: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bizarre love triangle (5 estrelas, uma música de culto extremamente influente);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Who: Baba O'Riley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-116437279069607275?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/116437279069607275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=116437279069607275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/116437279069607275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/116437279069607275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2006/11/falta-de-tempo-post-informal.html' title='Falta de Tempo (post informal)'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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-26513912.post-116345530352866527</id><published>2006-11-13T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:04:11.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Rock &amp; Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8191/2775/1600/Keith%20Richards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8191/2775/320/Keith%20Richards.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O termo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Rock &amp; Roll&lt;/span&gt; foi utilizado pela primeira vez em 1951 por um DJ de Cleaveland (cidade curiosamente muito mais associada à música country) na referência à canção&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "My Baby Rocks Me with a Steady Roll"&lt;/span&gt;. Calão para "relações sexuais" o rock descende, em termos evolutivos, do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;. É tradicionalmente descrito como um género de música com origem negra (como são aliás todos os grandes géneros músicais surgidos no século XX com excepção da música electrónica) caracterizado por guitarras eléctricas, fortes ritmos de bateria como fundo e estruturas líricas centradas no refrão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Contudo esta definição não passa de mera curiosidade histórica, uma vez que seria extremamente linear e limitativo definir assim &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;. A sua influência na sociedade é de tal forma profunda que criou a sua própria cultura, ou melhor, a sua contra-cultura baseada no incorformismo, no forte individualismo ou na rebelia face ao que está instituído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Musicalmente o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock &lt;/span&gt;é definido por uma batida de 2 &amp;amp; 4 num tempo de 4/4. O curioso desta definição aparentemente tecnicista é que embora poucos a saibam interpretar, todos reconhecem rock quando o ouvem. É como um instinto, uma fórmula mágica que transforma os símbolos banais de uma partitura num som univeralmente reconhecível. Pura alquimia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-116345530352866527?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/116345530352866527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=116345530352866527' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/116345530352866527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/116345530352866527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2006/11/rock-roll.html' title='Rock &amp; Roll'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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-26513912.post-116284864447940785</id><published>2006-11-06T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:32:10.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Ziggy Stardust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8191/2775/1600/ziggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8191/2775/320/ziggy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Esta música do album homónimo (chamava-se de facto &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;lançado em 1972 catapultou instantâneamente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/span&gt; e o seu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;altar-ego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ziggy Stardust&lt;/span&gt; para o sucesso e para o reconhecimento no mundo do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock and roll. &lt;/span&gt;Com uma letra extremamente criativa e bem humorada que funde o espacial com o terrestre,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bowie&lt;/span&gt; consegue uma fabulosa mistura exótica, ousada e sobretudo alucinante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a leper messiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; Curiosamente, e entre inúmeras possíveis referências que esta canção pode ter, gostaria  de frisar o seu lado de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;storytelling&lt;/span&gt;. Ouvimos, ao longo de toda a música a história do trio de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ziggy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird &lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gilly&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The spiders from Mars), &lt;/span&gt;desde o início ao sucesso e até à separação da banda (devido ao excessivo egocentrismo de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ziggy&lt;/span&gt;) latente nestes versos (note-se a descarada metáfora ao mundo do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;  Formalmente a música pode de facto ser considerada uma obra-prima. Com acordes e dedilhados básicos (ainda que cheios de garra) a voz de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bowie&lt;/span&gt; destacasse mostrando toda a sua extraordinária diversidade, textura e amplitude. A força da sua pronúncia proeminentemente britânica (note-se a já reconhecida influência de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syd Barret&lt;/span&gt;) encaixa maravilhosamente na sua dicção ora ácida e quase corrosiva, ora extremamente grave e harmoniosa. Um marco da história do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock &amp; Roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Talvez seja interessante ouvir a demo original gravada em guitarra acústica (e com erros nos acordes!) de forma a notar-se a evolução a nível vocal desta versão para a do album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-116284864447940785?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/116284864447940785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=116284864447940785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/116284864447940785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/116284864447940785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2006/11/ziggy-stardust.html' title='Ziggy Stardust'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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-26513912.post-116276294805496584</id><published>2006-11-05T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:47:28.843Z</updated><title type='text'>While my guitar gently weeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8191/2775/1600/while%20my%20guitar%20scratch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8191/2775/320/while%20my%20guitar%20scratch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While my guitar gently weeps&lt;/span&gt; é talvez a maior contribuição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Harrison&lt;/span&gt; para a música dos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles&lt;/span&gt; (enquanto compositor). Não creio que exista outra música que me transmita tanto aquele &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sentimento de um ocidental", &lt;/span&gt;aquele desinteresse do quotidiano, de banalidade da vida e ainda de corrupção do espírito ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you were perverted to..") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;como esta o faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;. While my guitar gently weeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; é uma música que consegue ser perfeitamente sóbria e crua nas suas palavras mas que devaneia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;simultaneamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na melodia com a guitarra ácida (e por vezes distorcida) de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Harrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e com a genial secção progressiva de piano. Enquanto as palavras de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; são contidas e profundamente calculadas, tanto a guitarra como a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;back-voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;prolongam-se numa liberdade imensa contrastando assim com a contenção da letra. Esta canção é um estado de espírito algures entre o hiper-acordado e a alucinação do sonho. Esta é a melhor forma que encontro para descrevê-la. Absolutamente obrigatória (assim como a versão acústica de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; com letra alterada.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.S. A título de curiosidade ouça-se a versão dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;White Stripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, óptima percepção da canção presente nos arrajos de guitarra (embora não deva ser levada demasiado a sério).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-116276294805496584?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/116276294805496584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=116276294805496584' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/116276294805496584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/116276294805496584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2006/11/while-my-guitar-gently-weeps.html' title='While my guitar gently weeps'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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-26513912.post-115999585394978284</id><published>2006-10-04T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:09:50.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depeche Mode I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8191/2775/1600/music4themasses.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8191/2775/320/music4themasses.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" align="justify"&gt;    &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Talvez a mais influente banda dos últimos 20 anos, redefiniu formalmente o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;rock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; respeitando as suas convicções e &lt;span id="misp_compose_1" class="hm"&gt;alterando &lt;/span&gt;as suas concepções. Quando se formaram no início da década de 80 eram uma banda de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="misp_compose_2" class="hm"&gt;electro&lt;/span&gt; com aspecto inocente, letras &lt;span id="misp_compose_3" class="hm"&gt;inóculas&lt;/span&gt; e qualidade musical mediana, o que não impediu que se tornassem um sucesso no seu país natal talvez devido ao entusiasmo generalizado pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="misp_compose_4" class="hm"&gt;electro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;que se vivia no Reino Unido. Foi a primeira digressão norte-americana que elevou o grau de exigência da banda e a fez compreender que se podia fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;rock &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;com sintetizadores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;     1986 foi o ano de viragem para a banda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;span id="misp_compose_5" class="hm"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_6" class="hm"&gt;Celebration&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;pode não ter sido um sucesso mundial (cerca de 350.000 discos vendidos) mas estabeleceu a atitude que definiria os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="misp_compose_7" class="hm"&gt;Depeche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_8" class="hm"&gt;Mode&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;no futuro. A música homónima mostra esta sedução pelo obscuro, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;span id="misp_compose_9" class="hm"&gt;gravitation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_10" class="hm"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_11" class="hm"&gt;negativity&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;como viria mais tarde o vocalista e líder da banda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;David &lt;span id="misp_compose_12" class="hm"&gt;Graham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a descrever. As letras tornam-se então mais ousadas, mais explicitas, a sonoridade torna-se mais negra, o visual muda.. a inocência perde-se os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="misp_compose_13" class="hm"&gt;Depeche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_14" class="hm"&gt;Mode&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;renascem. A partir de “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="misp_compose_15" class="hm"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="misp_compose_16" class="hm"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_17" class="hm"&gt;Masses&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; o sucesso mundial transforma-os simultaneamente na maior banda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="misp_compose_18" class="hm"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;, rock &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="misp_compose_19" class="hm"&gt;electro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;do mundo. Tornavam-se também controversos à medida que o &lt;span id="misp_compose_20" class="hm"&gt;protagonismo&lt;/span&gt; aumentava. Seria contudo com “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;101” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;que atingiriam o auge da sua carreira iniciada 6 anos antes (estávamos em '88). As letras e melodias de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Martin Gore &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;são não só obscuras como apelam ao niilismo de princípios, à ambição/ganância (uma das suas obras-primas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;span id="misp_compose_21" class="hm"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_22" class="hm"&gt;Counts&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; trata justamente estes temas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;), &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;à luxúria (entre outras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;span id="misp_compose_23" class="hm"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_24" class="hm"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; time”)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; e mesmo ao &lt;span id="misp_compose_25" class="hm"&gt;sado&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="misp_compose_26" class="hm"&gt;masoquismo&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b face="verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;span id="misp_compose_27" class="hm"&gt;Master&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_28" class="hm"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_29" class="hm"&gt;Servant&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;). Por vezes é a própria melodia que veicula estes sentimentos (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;span id="misp_compose_31" class="hm"&gt;Stripped&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span id="misp_compose_32" class="hm"&gt;Behind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_33" class="hm"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="misp_compose_34" class="hm"&gt;wheel&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) servindo de apoio a letras que noutros enquadramentos poderiam por exemplo ser catalogadas de românticas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-115999585394978284?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/115999585394978284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=115999585394978284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/115999585394978284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/115999585394978284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2006/10/depeche-mode-i.html' title='Depeche Mode I'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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-26513912.post-115999550126987533</id><published>2006-10-04T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:09:17.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smiths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8191/2775/1600/thequeenisdead.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8191/2775/320/thequeenisdead.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" align="justify"&gt; Sendo este o primeiro &lt;i&gt;post &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;poderia escrever qualquer coisa acerca da finalidade do blog, daquilo que pretende representar etc.. Contudo penso que seria uma perda de tempo, uma vez que ninguém iria ler (e se fosse ler não iria sair enriquecido) tal texto. Por isso falemos de &lt;b&gt;Smiths&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; É um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;cliché&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; dizer-se que os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smiths &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;foram um cometa na música dos anos 80. Em menos de 5 anos lançaram 7 albuns e quase duas dezenas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;singles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, entre os quais obras unanimamente aclamadas pela crítica e recebidas pelo público como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meat is murder”, “Hatful of hollow” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;ou na minha opinião, a sua obra-prima: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“The queen is dead” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;com a célebre capa de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allain Dellon. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smiths &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;é para mim um exercício de psicanálise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morrisey &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;conseguiu transmitir todas as inquietações que se sentem mas que não se dizem, que ficam guardadas no nosso fundo e que tentamos camuflar com falsa autoconfiança (oiça-se “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;know it's over” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;por exemplo). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morrisey &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;deu voz (e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Johnny Marr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; deu som!) às minhas incertezas e mostrou que não são minhas, mas de toda a gente que alguma vez se sentiu tímido, não amado ou deslocado (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“How soon is now?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;). Para isto demonstrou uma personalidade quase dupla: se por um lado mostrava-se pretensioso, arrogante e sarcástico em público, por outro auto-desdenhava-se nas suas letras demonstrando no mínimo um óptimo sentido de ironia e no máximo um autoconhecimento profundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; Foram a bandeira da música &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;indie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, estabeleceram-se como alternativos mas atacaram o mundo de surpresa a um ritmo extraordinário (a sua produção musical, nem sempre genial era como um fluxo contínuo) e definiram uma nova atitude perante a música numa década onde a superficialidade do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;glam-rock, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;electro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; ou da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;pop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; se centravam muito no visual. Ascenderam em pouco tempo a lendas do rock e rapidamente dele desapareceram (como banda) devido aos conflitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Moz-Marr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="verdana" style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Quando perguntaram a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thom Yorke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; (vocalista dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;) quais os versos que sempre cobiçara escrever, este referiu-se ao famoso refrão de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“There's a light that never goes out”:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt; “&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;If a double-decker bus crashes into us,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;And if a ten ton truck kill the both of us, &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt; &lt;i&gt;To die by your side, well the peasure, the previlege is mine”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Por um lado incrivelmente poeticos, por outro extremamente irónicos (o reforço exacerbado do dramatismo roça mesmo o humor negro). O génio dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smiths &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;numa quadra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt; Músicas obrigatórias:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt; “&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This charming man”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt; “&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How soon is now?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt; “&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt; “&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a light that never goes out”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt; “&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The queen is dead”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0cm; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt; Se estiverem realmente interessados oiçam a discografia completa, pois 5 músicas são uma ofensa à qualidade da banda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26513912-115999550126987533?l=arderock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/feeds/115999550126987533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26513912&amp;postID=115999550126987533' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/115999550126987533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26513912/posts/default/115999550126987533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arderock.blogspot.com/2006/10/smiths_115999550126987533.html' title='The Smiths'/><author><name>bmp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08338997296496837273</uri><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>
