Gravações do Trio Fragata no bandcamp

terça-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2013

segunda-feira, 30 de dezembro de 2013

Patti Smith

“To be an artist — actually, to be a human being in these times — it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.”


Patti Smith’s Advice to the Young, by Way of William S. Burroughs


(Da Daniela)

sexta-feira, 27 de dezembro de 2013

O começo da vida

"Três homens discutem o momento exacto em que a vida começou.
- Foi exactamente no momento - diz o católico - em que a semente do pai fecundou o ovo materno.
 - Não concordo - disse o protestante. - A vida começa no próprio nascimento, ninguém duvida.
- Não estais a acertar - disse então o judeu. - Depois de os filhos partirem e o cão morrer, então é que a vida começa."

  Jean-Claude Carrièrre,Tértúlia de Mentirosos - Contos Filosóficos do Mundo Inteiro, (Tr. T. C.) Teorema, 1998,p. 302          

segunda-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2013

sábado, 21 de dezembro de 2013

Hank Mobley - Soul Station




1 - Remember
2 - This I Dig of You
3 - Dig Dis
4 - Split Feelin's
5 - Soul Station
6 - If I Should Lose You

Hank Mobleytenor saxophone

Wynton Kellypiano

Paul Chambersbass

Art Blakeydrums

    quarta-feira, 18 de dezembro de 2013

    Robert Wyatt - Stay Tuned


    "And the people were sucked in"

    "From here the carriages would pick the people up and there was always the same fragrance in the air, the fragrance of the transition from the town to the country, and from the station to the enchanted Badenheim. There were no carriages now, but the fragrance still lingered in the air, mingled with an intoxicating dampness.
    And suddenly the sky opened and light broke out of the heavens. The valley in all its glory and the hills scattered about filled with the abundance, and even the trembling, leafless trees standing wrerchedly at the edge of the station seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
    (...)
    The light poured from the low hills directly onto the station platform. There was nowhere to hide. 'Come and see, everybody!' Mitzi suddenly cried, in an affected feminine voice. A little distance away, as if on an illuminated tray, a man was walking with two armed policemen behind him. They came closer as if they were being borne on the light.
    'Peter, Peter!' shouted the hotel owner in relief.
    Peter.
    But their amazement was cut short. An engine, an engine coupled to four filthy freight cars, emerged from the hills and stopped at the station. Its appearance was as sudden as if it had risen from a pit in the ground. 'Get in!' yelled invisible voices. And the people were sucked in. Even those who were standing with a bottle of lemonade in their hands, a bar of chocolate, the headwaiter with his dog - they were all sucked in as easily as grains of wheat poured into a funnel. Nevertheless Dr Pappenheim found time to make the following remark: 'If the coaches are so dirty it must mean that we have not far to go.'"

         Appelfeld, Badenheim 39, (tr.) Penguin Modern Classics, 2005, pp. 146-148.     

    quinta-feira, 12 de dezembro de 2013

    terça-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2013

    Bobo Stenson trio - Goodbye


    'What´s there to worry about?' (p.23)

    "A strange night descended on Badenheim. The cafés were deserted and the people walked the streets silently. There was something unthinking about their movements, as if they were being led. It was as if some alien spirit had descended on the town."

                Aharom Appelfeld, Badenheim 39, (tr.) Penguin Modern Classics, 2005, p. 25.