tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64475577469998926772024-03-05T16:45:31.328+00:00Caos de banalidadesCold hands warm heart fluorescent adolescent sharing ordinary stories and some musicAndréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-63900938361422116692015-12-18T02:01:00.000+00:002015-12-18T02:01:12.810+00:00HomeHome is not home anymore. People say home is where the heart is and I finally get it. Home is not a place anymore. Home has become someone, not somewhere. But it´s strange. The place where, just some time ago, was your safe place, your hidden corner of the world it´s not yours anymore. Not just because one of the sisters literally seized up your old bedroom but because it feels empty...the place you´d happily go to be alone and step aside of the world (and how damn good it felt sometimes) now seems lonely...such irony.<br />
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Although there will always be <i>saudade </i>and nostalgia. The jokes with the sisters, the football chat with dad, the political and tech chats with the uncle, hearing your grandma tell that story of the scare you gave her when you were little for the thousand time (and you will never ever get tired of hearing her told such stories)...<br />
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My conclusion of this, and in case it happens to you too dear reader, is: you must have chosen right. If you felt good alone and now don´t...if it feels something is missing, even for a day, maybe that´s the universe saying that, at least one decision in your life you took right. And yes, it´s not easy leave behind the ones who you grew up with and the ones who raised you but sure they will feel they did it right...one has to grow up and fly on your own, I guess.<br />
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P.S. Yup, I do know the latest blog post was 1 year ago...and I wish I was disciplined and had documented most of the thing here but...there´s some stuff you don´t even know what to write about it. For the good, but mostly for the bad.<br />
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Long-one-year-story-short, I´m in the right place with the right person.Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-87333010825478695312014-11-14T01:31:00.001+00:002014-11-14T20:08:19.428+00:00HerI needed her<br />
To come from afar<br />
Needed to change<br />
Become what now we are<br />
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Alone in the dark<br />
Interrupted by white bright light<br />
Waiting for something<br />
For someone that would fight<br />
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Confidence that she has<br />
Beautiful which she is<br />
Someone you have to hold on to<br />
Not lose who has these<br />
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Big steps to take<br />
Big decisions to make<br />
Being part of a dream<br />
A lifetime decision at stake<br />
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Sounds that brought us together<br />
Perfect lyrics, perfect melody<br />
Maybe fate<br />
Two souls in harmony<br />
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The future we can't know<br />
Can be uncertain, can be vain<br />
But at every present I'll be sure<br />
If I let her go I'm insaneAndréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-54824354603230915742014-10-12T21:03:00.003+01:002014-10-12T21:03:35.587+01:00OneWould be silly of me not to mention such an important date in one of the places that won me her over...<br />
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One year (and one week) with best person in the world.<br />
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It's amazing how I wished for this for so long and now, after one year, I still have a surreal feeling about it. Don't know if it's because the way we met, the distance that we made sure it wouldn't be a problem or...how I'm about to move in with her when my (professional) future still leaves my head every single day wondering if everything will go well. <br />
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But one thing I'm sure...through good or bad times I wanna be with her forever. I love her like crazy.Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-37290571299407973022014-09-05T00:09:00.000+01:002014-09-05T00:09:03.264+01:00Little Snippet of Love11 months ago I met someone.<br />
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Someone special.<br />
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I keep recreating the story in my mind. Not knowing why. Perfecting the details, polishing it. Not like I'm going around telling it to everyone...as much as I wouldn't mind do that...as much as I wish I would do that...as much as I hope someone asks me to tell them. The long version, not the long-story-short one.<br />
Sure everyone has their story and it feels special for them but how many can say it all started with...a Youtube comment? Yes, you've read it well. A XXI century love story. Such a random thing to do this days... Who would have guessed you would find love that way? <br />
I also wonder about the amount of details that, not having gone my - our - way, our paths would never cross. Perhaps not a good mind exercise to do but it helps me realize how lucky I was. 21 and 22. We never found love. So many people crossed our lives. She living near the largest city of the country and studying there...what were the odds? So many chances to be presented to a friend of a friend and ensue love as most stories go and yet we find each other...350km away. You could tell...you could easily tell she was special. <br />
Our minds worked on how it could work... And not spoiling the next episodes, we made it work. She made it work. Not moving mountains as people say but moving cities, to make it happen. And I will forever thank her for that. And tell everyone who has some time to spare how click on "send comment" can change your life.Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-59578934819449205822014-07-20T22:07:00.002+01:002014-07-20T22:08:23.728+01:00So...It´s the same old start...I said I would keep this more updated and it´s even worse than the year before... Oh well, let´s throw the blame to the <i>microblogging</i> shenanigans aka Twitter and Instagram. Ok, I´m to blame...I use those things quite often... But who reads blogs nowadays anyway? Silly people like those ones who still write them probably.<br />
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Long story short: Graduated. I´m at the same "Summer job" I got last year. And, about the girlfriend, only one thing changed...I love her even more as I spend more and more time with her.<br />
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Not-so-short-story/future plans: The plan is go to Porto, find a job there and stay with the one I love every single day. Nothing would make me more happy than to walk around Porto holding hands with her and going to lots of cool events in the city. I´ll never grow tired of that. Never thought I would come back to that Summer job I mentioned but the guy called again and I´m seeing it as an excellent opportunity to save some money to keep me going for a good while if something goes wrong or the search for a job at Porto goes on for a while. I´d honestly work at whatever place to go home to her every day. I fear so much something can go wrong as money plays a big part in this plans and I don´t have what you can call a skill or a talent (or money saved...), but I guess that´s quite natural...the uni-to-grown-up-get-a-job part of life must be frightening for many. And if it would be like that if I was the old forever-alone-Andre one year ago, imagine how it is now that I found the one I´ve been looking for all my life. It´s silly but she´s my first ever girlfriend and it´s...I don´t know...it just feels so good. It´s that kind of stuff you read like "oh you know, it´s love" but you dismiss it or think it´s lame but then it happens to you and all the <i>it´s the most powerful feeling in the world</i> kind of lame shenanigans make total sense. I try to show her, and tell her, and write her how I feel but it´s just so immense. So overwhelming. You always fear to lose your loved ones but this kind of fear is different. It makes you be a better person, improve, grow up, love better. And that´s what I need to do. Throw all the fears and doubts away and fight for everything go as I (or should I start writing "we"??) planned.<br />
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Muuuuuch more could have be said about this last [awesome] months that I would have liked to share in detail. There have been so many days with her that should have been replicated here in detail... They are all in my heart, and in some way I like that some are just between me and her, but you feel like telling the whole world how awesome this feeling is. I know it can sound lame and boring...I was the one thinking that not long ago...but you will see if you haven´t already.<br />
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Keep stopping by for this kind of messy-update posts...I think I´m good at them!<br />
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Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-87106204603925138432014-04-25T04:59:00.000+01:002014-04-25T05:02:00.500+01:00Pause it Play itThrough a web of cables and wires<br />
Where everything can be found<br />
We came across<br />
At a point of convergence<br />
So far away<br />
So close<br />
Fast forward <br />
To tiny streets wanderings<br />
To balconies of wonderful landscapes<br />
Sunsets, there, with you<br />
So simple<br />
So meaningful<br />
Fast forward<br />
To clicks of memorable places<br />
That were just ours for a period of time<br />
To be shared<br />
Lights showing us the way<br />
Alleys guiding us<br />
To unique art<br />
Fast forward<br />
To the riverside<br />
To the top of a bridge<br />
To a lost place<br />
To a discovery <br />
Waiting for us<br />
Fast forward<br />
To intertwined hands <br />
And arms around the waist <br />
To lips connecting<br />
To your house<br />
You and me Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-39694209926761213382014-02-05T02:40:00.000+00:002014-02-05T02:40:19.750+00:00The Little ThingsMany say love is in the little things. Little [seemingly unimportant] gestures that mean more than the gesture itself. Gestures done not to impress but show that you care. I enjoy watching movies. Far from being a movie addict. Unfortunately I rarely go to the cinema and I have an awful memory cinema-wise...names of actors and directors escape me often and even to remind myself if I have or not watched certain movie can sometimes be a struggle... But for these last years, late at night, when everyone is sleeping, I enjoy get a movie a movie ready, get the blankets ready, get the late night snacks ready and lose myself for, at least, 90 minutes in someone´s story. For the past weeks I´ve had, yet again, all the time in the world between reasonable-spaced-in-time uni exams to continue this hobby...and yet I didn´t. Something changed. Can said experience be better if you share it with someone? How could it be? How dare someone invade my late night aloneness that I cherished so much? Does holding hands with someone make the experience better?...maintaining you immersed in the story? Maybe it is better. And that´s why I´m saving the movies I so eager to watch to watch them with her. Because...for some reason...she makes them better. It´s the little things. Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-21491926046006913362014-01-06T18:03:00.001+00:002014-01-06T20:13:51.847+00:002014New year. Resolutions? Let me tell you what and where the 2004 me saw the 2014 me: I would have a job, not at any time knowing what I would do exactly, but something economic and/or financial related looked interesting, so I followed that path since someone decided that at the age of 14 we should make a big life decision affecting our future. I would probably work at a bank but, as stated before, had no idea what people in banks do but it seemed interesting every time I pictured it. On that path there was a thing called Mathematics that would be a good help in getting to an open office on a high-rise building floor where I would have a desk doing a job I would like to do. I failed and I only have myself to blame. Coincidentally it happened at a time where economy and finance took one of the biggest hits in its history. And I was in a country particularly hit by it and living in a small town. I hate myself for blaming something or someone other than myself for the 2004 vision not being a reality. Thing is, I´m lucky. I´ve always had food in my plate, a roof over my head and, as grandma always says, as long as you´re healthy it´s all good....and yet the only thing I got as a real job lasted 5 months. In the end it was a fun experience that somehow (although with big help of co-workers) I managed to do it successfully despite its big responsibility. But I feel like at my age I should give more to my family and not feel like a burden to them. They never told me I was a burden and I don´t even know if they think that but I feel like I let them down being someone who had had good grades growing up and I´m now taking a degree - International Relations - at university that [let´s still hope not] will take me nowhere with just a bachelors degree, when the 2004 kid thought that at the end of it he would have someone calling him for a job. Welcome to the real world you [still] naive kid...<br />
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Leaving all the doubt and fear behind and onto good things, that same naive boy, met someone who made all that fear and doubt disappear on these first days of the new year and for the best part of the last 3 months. Being shy, not having a huge group of friends and preferring to stay at home instead of partying were never good when it came to meet a special girl but I always told myself I wouldn´t mind the wait. I knew I would find a beautiful, both inside and out girl, with whom I would share all the silly stories and a new year´s eve kiss. And I did. And love feels so good! All I want is to see a smile on her face when I´m with her. It´s sort of funny and ironic though that being in love grows another fears...of letting her down...of disappointing her...of losing her... But, those are the good kind of fears. They make you work for what you got. And that´s my resolution...as generic as it could be: become a better person. Have the will and motivation that is lacking for the past years. And be with her as many times as possible.<br />
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This post is slightly confusing and I´m sure I could find better words and make it longer and <i>prettier</i> but I´m already hugely procrastinating (there go my resolutions...) for this exam I have tomorrow. Also i´m not particularly talented when it comes to put fear, doubt and love into words...<br />
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If procrastination doesn´t get in the way too many times I will try to write more here. Hope you have a wonderful 2014! Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-10234386155257841702013-12-16T01:45:00.000+00:002013-12-16T04:47:48.516+00:00Up. To. Date.No. This is not the depressing post of a twenty-something years old boy I´ve been promising to write. Sorry to disappoint you blog dweller that somehow ended up on this blog and post. I guess I´ve hoped for time to pass and for things to get better so I didn´t have to write it. There´s still many twenty-something years to go though...<br />
2013 did not start well. From the death of the dog I grew up with, on the very first days of the new year, to a forced gap year from university and a difficult job search in such country and small city I live in, life was not what a not-long-ago teenager, imagined it to be like. Time passed. And so did life. Things got better. Got a job. One that started exactly on the early morning after Muse´s stadium concert that I was so looking forward in order to take my mind from a semester of emptiness. Coffee would help. As it did all Summer. Promises of a better 2013 arose. It was a good Summer. Tiring, but productive. University seemed possible again. Romance too, of all the things, seemed possible. Summer ended, university started. Jump to another concert; Au Revoir Simone. Again. Hello stranger. First meetings (dates?) in concerts don´t seem as scary as in any other place. Show, autographs, taxi, home. Pleasure to meet you. We shall meet again. And again. And again. Love ensues. Distance is a detail. <i>Depth over distance every time my dear</i>. No idea what the future holds for me. But I´m happy again. And I have someone to make happy. Sunsets, parks, walks, bed. Whenever I´m with her is good. Good times are back. And I hope not to disappoint.<br />
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When I was young, around 7/8 years old, the circle of life was easy to understand to my very naïve mind. 1) You live 2) You die 3) when 2) happens you are immediately born again in some random part of the world with no memory of a past life but yet it was still, somehow, you.<br />
Naïve, I know. Still…I´m quite sure you can´t tell me exactly what happens when we die so who knows if it isn´t this that *actually* happens? AH! Who´s naïve now?? (Still me, I know)<br />
But…how awesome would it be? Sure you could end up in crappy places with a crappy life (although my greedy mind always thinks I would be born in middle-class households) but one of my earliest and favorites impossible fantasies I remember having is to be born and grow up in a different country of the world every time your life (lives) would come to an end. Trying to explain it: I was born in Portugal and grew up here. I was raised and act according to costumes/habits that are associated with the place I was born, the city, the region, the country, etc. Happens that, as all of us, I imagine, I´ve always felt attracted to other parts of the world. In my case the Nordic countries and Australia/New Zealand are on top. And I would like to be born in those places (having always the memories of a past life with me) and see if what attracts me in them lives up to the expectations. Also, having the memories of past lives I could compare which place would be better. <br />
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You might argue that “Well, you can, on the one and only life you have, move to those places and see all you mentioned above” but my idea is that you would be raised and grow up on those places acquiring the costumes that very own place has and thus have an identity you don´t get when you are born in another place.<br />
Another example: You, as well as me (if you are a 90s/millennium person that watched lots of tv), were and are flooded with American culture references. Movies, shows, news, etc etc. Tell me you never wondered how it would be like to go to *the high school*. Go to those home comings, balls, parties and all those shenanigans the word high school + America brings you to mind. Those huge university campus. The drive ins. The house in the suburbs. The NBA, NFL, NHL games. Get my idea? And, obviously being USA a big place, in my fantasy you would born more than once in the States, in different parts of the country!<br />
It´s sort of silly, I´m aware…and I also had too much free time going up to think in silly fantasies… But that´s what blogs are for, right? Silly thoughts and opinions.<br />
Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-11729135684459490252013-08-04T22:34:00.001+01:002013-08-04T22:37:35.786+01:00Festival SeasonYou don´t need to be a big music fan to realize that music festivals are happening. Every year, every Summer, music festivals are around and with many brands becoming part of the events they are getting more air time and publicity, so you don´t need to check music news or specialized websites to know where, when and who is playing on that festival near you (or not so much). I remember reading that around Europe (not knowing exactly the boundaries of the thing) there are around 400 music festivals. All genres included I´d guess.<br />
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I gotta say I´m a festivals virgin. I´ve been to a few different festivals but never did the camping bit festivals are associated with. Shameful, I know. The special thing about festivals is that, unlike that single concert you´re going to watch in the afternoon/evening which is already enough to make such day a special day, is basically a few days of music experience surround by thousands of others hoping for a good day of talented being displayed not only in one stage but in two, three, four.....or to the point I want to make with this post.....<a href="http://c.ststat.com/Content/SeeTickets/Narrative/latitude-poster-2013.jpg" target="_blank"> <b>this</b> </a>.<br />
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I´m not posting that one particularly for the line up or the festival in itself. But...look at it. Here, like I mentioned, we´re used to 3 stages at a festival. Maybe even four or five with those stages being a bit different (at the entrance of the festival or even in some place near the festival but not exactly on the grounds of it). But there you can´t even know exactly how many they are because after those two main arenas they just put a bunch of names and say "appearing across all music arenas". <br />
Then you go down the line up just to see <i>theatre</i>, <i>dance</i>, <i>film</i>, <i>comedy</i>, <i>spoken word</i>, <i>literary</i> arenas! When you go to a (normal?...) festival you know beforehand that you will have to compromise this or that band or even a good place in the crowd because you wanna see that other band playing on the stage on the other side of the place. Now imagine going to one like this. Imagine one of your friends wants you to watch a cool movie on the film tent...or a really good comedian on the comedy tent...or he wants you to go check that dj on the electronic tent because he plays that one cool song (gotta say that is a good tent to go spend some time late at night on a festival, at least I like it...maybe because I don´t listen or go out for that kind of music)... Conclusion: you have to be prepared for some busy 3/4 days and take a couple more afterwards to sleep because sleep must be vastly overrated at Latitude festival and the likes of it. <br />
Let´s not even talk Glastonbury...I don´t know much apart from videos on Youtube, photos and some news articles but it looks like a league of its own. On the line-up it says "acts & attraction across over 100 stages"...on a festival for more than 175.000 people... I´ve been to a day in one festival with almost 100.000 and it had a couple of stages and a few attractions...I thought it was awesome...<br />
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Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-58400527277272382182013-07-07T01:46:00.001+01:002013-07-07T01:49:15.803+01:00LiveApologies dear blog. I´ve been very inconsiderate towards you. I checked and this is the third I went a month without posting...even if it was only a music video (aka lazy post) Forgive me. Here´s...well...a lazy post. But an awesome one!<br />
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After listening to the studio version of this song a long time ago I searched for a live one to see how this song would sound on stage. Took a long time for one <i>pro-shot version</i> to appear. But it does not disappoint. Definitely helped this song to become one of my all time favourites (uh...big words!).<br />
I don´t know what it is but Susanne has <i>something</i>...something that makes me wish I could meet her for chat. Also to clarify something she said on an interview about Kate Bush...don´t question such lady, Susanne...I wanna like, both, your music and personality! So keep on being cool. <br />
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Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-75619961777660226332013-05-18T04:52:00.000+01:002013-05-18T04:52:00.611+01:00It´s Music To Your EarsThis is why I adore Youtube<br />
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This video is 17 years old... And this song is just... If there´s a song worth checking its meaning it´s this one.<br />
Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-80686057716371322952013-05-17T01:50:00.001+01:002013-05-18T04:43:56.896+01:00Review - Mumford & Sons - Coliseu de LisboaI come very late for this review. Mainly because there won´t be any review. I know my reviews are biased based on I only go to concerts which artists I enjoy listening. But when it comes to this one it´s hard to do one while I´ve been singing and jumping all concert. Massive show. Go watch them if you can is a valid <i>cliché</i> to apply in this case.<br />
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Kudos to Jesse Quin (member of Keane) and Deap Vally for the opening acts (and later participation on M&S songs). Well chosen. Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-22043260043732014022013-03-20T06:05:00.000+00:002013-03-20T06:05:15.628+00:00FilmAnother late night, another movie watched. I was thinking about writing a tweet that would go something like "I´m not an hipster [am I?] but I´m a sucker for this kind of movies *insert indie movie trailer here*" but I´ve decided for a whole way-more-than-140-characters-blog-post instead.<br />
The <i>webplace</i> where I watch movies, maybe like many other websites out there, has this annoying habit of presenting on their main page movies [in great quality!] that are yet to be released in cinemas here or even in many of the countries that would premiere the movie way earlier than where I live. Although sometimes this is good because some of this movies won´t even get near a wide release or let alone a cinema near me I don´t feel particularly excited tor watch it before <i>the masses</i> or anything like that.<br />
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I use to avoid those suggestions, I´ve started to note them down to watch later (in case they premiere on a cinema near me and I watch it for the first time on a proper screen) but the premise for "Something Real and Good" intrigued me.<br />
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The story is very simple. Think about a boy and a girl. Thing "Before Sunset/Sunrise", "Lost in Translation", think low-cost, think indie movie, think "Like Crazy". Do not think of <i>breakthrough</i> movie. It´s that I always had this preference for real [fake] stuff in movies. I don´t mind the sci-fi, superhero, special effects, outer space, magic world movie every now and then but I´ve always wanted to watch something real...even if not based in real facts...which most of the times have a lot of additional drama...<br />
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I´m sure this movie will get comments saying it was too simple, is full of clichés, has certain details that would not happen in real life (well, it´s a movie...don´t be an asshole like Iran and go around suing movies, ok?) and so on. But, in the end, I think even those <i>smart-asses</i> would like to such story to happen in their lives. I know I wanted. I´m probably thinking now that I would never do what the guy did, that I´m too shy or just not interested...but what if I tried like he did?<br />
I´m aware the writing on tv shows and movies contains tricks so you can relate to the characters and have some connection/see yourself in them but isn´t that what we want? Relate? Let being played by emotions? That´s why we keep watching movies...that wannabe factor, making us a badass for those immediate 30 minutes after leaving the cinema on a action movie, or the conquering guy who gets the girl. Curious that on "Something Real and Good" I related more to the girl. Not going to explore much of it because - spoilers!! - but when she talks about love and nostalgia...again it´s simple/cliché and must be a trick...but boy...it got me on this late night film session (André Film Festival as I call it...damn, how pretentious do I sound on a scale to hipster-pretentious to every-movie-critic?...because every movie critic has "being pretentious" on their skills to get that gig, right?....right?].<br />
And then she had to talk about her grandma too...like I wasn´t already hooked on her character!<br />
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Lately I´ve been paying attention to the duration of the movies and if they stretch a lot, are too short or end at the right time...(like a pretentious bastard...I´ve been watching too many reviews on Guardian´s YT channel, I´m sorry) and I feel like this one could go on just a bit more. I think you will understand why. I like the way it ended and if it went for a bit longer than the ~80 minutes it had (or maybe cut some scenes and advance in time more) it would probably end with the same note as it ended... Anyway...I really liked it. Sure many will think there´s nothing like "Before Sunrise" (which is very, very good) but this lame guy won´t grow tired of this stories and they definitely won´t be a waste of time for me. I´m 22, the male-character is 27 years old...maybe one day I´ll get my <i>movie</i>-like over-night-to-be-continued-or-not-flirt. Yeah, I´m lame. I told you so already. <br />
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Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-39143893340141474722013-03-03T00:21:00.001+00:002013-03-03T00:44:21.373+00:00Ricky Rubio<br />
<i>Ricky Rubio´s Advice to Shved</i> when the match was not going well for him and his team:<br />
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I´m so lame I have watched this video a gazillion times already.Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-29686812854263485702013-02-07T03:01:00.001+00:002013-02-07T03:07:53.739+00:00Power of DogA month ago I had very different thoughts on how the first post of 2013 here would be like. My Facebook feed was full of best wishes and wonderful poems that I thought posting here. But six days in and my 2013 was off to a not very pleasant start.<br />
I´ve always loved dogs. Since I was kid I enjoy play with them and spent tons of hours at my grandma´s house with her dog. That dog used to have puppies every now and then, and you can imagine how the love for dogs grew over time.<br />
Always wanted one but living in an apartment is not easy. I´ve moved to a bigger house. A stray dog appeared. I took her home. But my parents decided not to keep her. If there was a day I hated my parents...<i>God</i>, it was that day. Tears were shed. (Later I knew a neighbour kept such dog)<br />
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A month after my 8th birthday my parents came pick me up at my grandma´s with a tiny little thing in their hands. A six-month old Yorkshire Terrier. I don´t even cared what breed it was. I had a fucking puppy! Boy, was I happy! <br />
I saw her grow (not much though...which never stopped her to mess with bigger dogs...) and she saw me grow. If she talked she would know more about me than anyone else. We played, we walked, we run, I threw, she went get it. The silly dog almost died when she decided to go get food on the basement floor along with all the garbage from my mom´s little clothing factory...silly dog! She learnt her lesson...life was resumed...the hate for cats was still there: she never forgot that home invasion when we weren´t there! We arrived home...and a cat was at her little house...how dare he?? Never again! You too birds...if you fly too low you might find trouble! (we once found a victim of her reckless territory protection...we made him a nice funeral...no more victims were found). All of this crazy runs, up and down stairs and other debouchery (mostly food...) tired her out. I knew that when she would get older she could have some problems...mostly with her bones and I thought never wanting to witness that. I remember those first years I had her doing some maths to try to find which age I would have the day I might lose her. Silly, I know. Although the fact of losing her by accident or something silly (like the episode told above) wasn´t even in my mind...I couldn´t even imagine such scenario.<br />
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I just wanted her to get through this last Christmas plus first days of 2013. I realized she didn´t have much more to give and I gave her all I had. On that last day she did not left her corner. I gave her water. She refused the food. She knew me so well that when going to bed at 4am as often happens she was still awake. I told her <i>thank you</i> and <i>goodbye</i> in a mist of emotions hoping she would be there in the morning.....and hoping she wouldn´t be there in the morning. Took me 2 hours to fall asleep. I just couldn´t disconnect from that day with that mixed emotion. The next day...she was not there. I know she was happy. I know she had a good life. And she made me happy. All those 14 years. I´ll miss you. I´ll remember you. <br />
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Farewell Fofas. <br />
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<i>THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way<br />
From men and women to fill our day; <br />
And when we are certain of sorrow in store, <br />
Why do we always arrange for more? <br />
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware<br />
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.</i><br />
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Title and poem [shamefully] stolen from this story I found just days after what happened with me >> <a href="http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2013/01/the-power-of-dog-cabal-2003-2013.html"> Neil Gaman : Cabal </a><br />
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I´ve imagined a thousand ways to write this...<br />
It´s done now. <br />
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Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-71751224952554341372012-12-24T03:43:00.000+00:002012-12-24T03:43:30.933+00:00This is not a reviewUgh, look at this blog.... So abandoned. And the weird thing is...I´m doing absolutely nothing with my life (br€ak from uni + find a job here [country and town] is not easy) which means I have all the time in the world to write something here. True that an eventless life can result in a shortness of ideas and, well, <i>events</i> that would give me ideas for blog posts but still...what an awful blogger this guy is. I could at least throw music videos at you of all the new stuff I find or good old music loves but not even that... Or bore you with sports posts. Or crappy movie reviews. "Poems" (yes, there´s some somewhere buried in here...). Or love life confes...oh wait...those aren´t real...<br />
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Moving on.<br />
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This is not a review.<br />
Neither of 2012 or the concert I went see a month ago and of which I always write a review a couple of days after it happened. The thing is...the concert was a revival of the mythic(!) Queen concert at Wembley by a tribute band. I mean, it´s not Freddie, Brian, Roger or John, but still singing Queen out loud on a room with 5000+ more people doing the same is something I dream of since I was a kid wondering my uncle record collection and picking up Queen albums and having them as one of my biggest influences in the music taste I have nowadays. Which is flawless. Obviously. So, as you can imagine sing all those songs from that concert out loud with all those Queen fans around is something hard to put in words-of-a-review. <br />
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And, as I´m writing this at the first hours of the Christmas Eve, I wish you Merry Christmas! (or not if you don´t celebrate...)<br />
As for me it´s always a time I look forward to. Hoping to have another good one with the people I like the most. Then may the English football make that (usually boring) last week of the year less-boring. Although Arsenal match was postponed... Boo!<br />
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I leave you with a Christmas song included on a special [Christmas] show from BBC Radio 2 that unfortunately didn´t have a session this year (or as I find just now it had but with different people) but I don´t mind listen to last year one once again.<br />
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It´s Nerina Pallot, Lisa Hannigan e Fyfe Dangerfield singing "I Believe In Father Chritmas". Enjoy!<br />
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da da da da dadadada da da da da dadadadadaaaaa<br />
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Also, <b>female drummer alert!!!!</b><br />
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I have another one but apparently Youtube is telling me that due to what most likely is the awesomeness of the video it can not be embedded. Boo! Or maybe I broke it because of all the <i>Replay</i> button pressing...<br />
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Here´s the link though >> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKueFp4nz78&feature=channel&list=UL">awesomeness</a><br />
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Apparently those kids are 17 years old. While I struggled at maths in high school they are just being cool and awesome. Sigh. Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-90656349675183572842012-10-19T03:00:00.000+01:002012-10-19T03:00:20.368+01:00Take my money!!...music!<br />
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+ The Reminder also by Miss Leslie Feist to complete my collection of her albums. <br />
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And some things to look forward to:<br />
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Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-71732677661383520192012-09-24T05:35:00.001+01:002012-09-24T05:41:11.036+01:00In the Kingdom of Classics?Can´t really tell what pretentious/hipster feeling had me attracted to this movie for a long time. For some reason since it premiered in the cinemas on the shopping where I used to go for lunch between classes that sepia-toned poster caught my attention. <br />
Unfortunately my cinema-budget was over by that time and, like every other time, I had no one to convince me I really should go watch it or to go watch it with someone...much like Suzy I may be a <i>very troubled child</i>... <br />
Finally it was uploaded on the corner of the Internet where I watch movies.<br />
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Another thing was the cast...Bruce Willis, Ed Norton, Bill [F*cking] Murray. And they aren´t even the main characters. Speaking of which...man, this kids are talented nowadays!<br />
I believe one of the reasons this movie clicks with many people (that IMDB rating is looking good) is, besides all the good direction/filmography/photography, the story happening in a simple time - 1965. I think everyone who happened to live in an era pre-Internet can easily get the appeal - and nostalgia - of such times. And if to that you add a first love romance I believe you get a winning formula. More if you do it in a quirky, different, funny way. <br />
Of course you will have some moments during the movie where we will wonder that such thing will never happen in <i>real life</i>. But, unless you were 13 around the 1960s, bury those thoughts and enjoy. You will ever know what Scouts and troubled children did back then... There weren´t any forums or pages full of memes and lolcats to spend your free time like nowadays.<br />
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Concluding, since I´m rubbish at reviewing movies, consider this post as a recommendation. You won´t regret. Or you will call me a hipster...but then I ask...what kind of bird are you?<br />
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This video might also have helped in building expectations for this movie. At 2:30 Lisa Hannigan does a lovely cover of the song in the trailer. And I´ve listened to it countless times because the story Lisa Hannigan tells during those two and a half minutes is hilarious! Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-42684358334215761122012-09-18T01:18:00.001+01:002012-09-18T01:20:32.431+01:00Late night wonderingUgh, look at this blog...so abandoned *sad emoticon*<br />
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I blame Tumblr. Mostly because <a href="http://anothermuser.tumblr.com/"> I´ve got one </a>. Press <i>Reblog</i> on a image you like is way easier than get out of bed when you´re trying to fall asleep to write the awesome (or just weird) ideas that came up to your head.<br />
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Anyway blog, I haven´t forgotten you and here´s an update. One of the weird ones.<br />
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Was wondering through Wikipedia´s entry for Iceland...it´s just like a short fairy tale. Look:<br />
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- Volcanically and geologically active. Plenty of glaciers and lava fields. And fjords.<br />
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- 14th most developed country.<br />
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- Despite its extreme latitude it´s not as cold as some countries in a similar latitude.<br />
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- The only native land mammal when humans arrived there was the Arctic Fox. They look like <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=Arctic+Fox&sugexp=chrome,mod%3D12&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hl=pt-PT&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&ei=4q1WUJKaBuay0QWH9oHYDA&biw=1366&bih=667&sei=5K1WUMvjJOe50QWxxoHgCA"> this </a>.<br />
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- Their biggest city - and capital - Reykjavík has as many people as my hometown...and I´m a small town boy.<br />
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- Portugal is the 10th country with more foreign people living in Iceland. We are everywhere. And in good number. <br />
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- Highest number of bookstores per capita in the world.<br />
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- 10% of the population will publish a book. This is 10% of...319,575 people.<br />
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- Music from Iceland: Björk, Sigur Rós, Of Monsters and Men...and Emilíana Torrini (whoa, she isn´t Italian?! I was wrong all this time!)<br />
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- For its size, football (women) and handball (both) are quite good.<br />
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- Rather than using family names, Icelanders use patronymics and matronymics. e.g. Elísabet Jóndottir ("Elisabet, Jon´s daughter") / Ólafur Katrínarson (Ólafur, Katrín´s son")<br />
Andréhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421819806897140501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6447557746999892677.post-3027569591073506442012-07-27T04:04:00.000+01:002012-07-27T04:06:45.891+01:00Review - Bon Iver - Coliseu do Porto<div style="text-align: justify;">
In the music business, specifically in the touring part of it, there´s often an interesting [read <i>intriguing</i>] fact that is artists known and acclaimed in a country do not include that country in their tour dates. Not that Justin Vernon topped the charts here but even that is not enough (hint: she´s pregnant now).</div>
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Bon Iver is one of those cases. His tours always seemed to miss this little European corner but once he noticed us we thought it would be nice to sold out the venues with a few weeks in advance. </div>
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I didn´t resist and had to take a look to what kind of setlists he was doing. I liked what I saw. Also didn´t resist and took a look to the latest one in Lisbon the day before...a few changes. I thought I wouldn´t be surprised though. But with Bon Iver you never know...</div>
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And I was. Not in the beginning. Despite having started with "Woods" in Lisbon, Justin went back to the "Perth" and "Minnesota, WI" beginning, just like his second album opens. And if he spent a lot of time thinking what sequence of songs would be perfect for that album he can consider that time very well spent. We continued on that album with the wonderful single "Towers" followed by "Michicant". Here´s one thing if you have a band...if you double the element of an already cool thing you will end up having the double of fun. And that´s what happens with Bon Iver. Having a double percussion with two sets of drums sure has its impact! And what a brilliant impact that is. It owns the room. And the same goes for the double violins and double wind instruments even if at a first thought such instruments wouldn´t take over such a concert. Conclusion? Two guitars is just too mainstream...</div>
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Sings of surprises appeared. "Beach Baby", not often played was a treat. A few moments later the sequence that caught my eyes on the indiscretion through setlists that I did the day before: "Holocene", "Blood Bank", "Skinny Love", "Re: Stacks", "Creature Fear". Words should never fail to a reviewer but I can only think of the <i>Perfect</i> Justin (or someone for him) wrote on a photo of the concert posted on Facebook.</div>
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I´ve read that the day before in Lisbon there were some people in the audience showing their love in a very audible way during moments where they should - and also, more importantly, let the others - enjoy the show. I´m glad I read that after the Porto concert either way I would be fearing way too much on how and when someone would eventually ruin a nice moment. What can I say is that I´m still impressed for the respect showed. Sure there was a couple <i>whistles</i> and <i>love you(s)</i> but immediately followed by many intimidating <i>ssshhh</i>. Just like in tennis when a player is waiting for silence to serve.</div>
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"Lisbon, OH" (not played in Lisbon...don´t be mad mates...after all it´s the city in Ohio, not yours!) and "Beth/Rest" beautifully lead the way the Encore. It´s amazing to see the how a 9-members band delivers such brilliance. And here´s my kudos to them. Bon Iver is those 9 talented guys playing with a creator called Justin Vernon. And what a great band Bon Iver is!</div>
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Coming back to surprises...Björk and an illness might have been the reason why I didn´t went to a festival she was headlining and later on had to cancel her performance but karma was nice to me. "Who Is It?" not often played was right there being amazingly transformed (it even got the beatbox...and not by some machine!). I was sold. Now there was just "The Wolves (Act I and II)" to sing along until screaming the last words of the song. Literally. </div>
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P.S. If you don´t like perv people may you know leave this blog thinking you read a really good *cof* review.</div>
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To the two girls behind me: First, sorry for being tall. [eh, not really]. Second, where´s that English accent from? Third, pretty sure angels look like the one with the white [angelic] dress.</div>
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To the lonely girl beside me: Hey, this is lonely boy. I´ve noticed you had a lot of fun. As much as I did. Singing and dancing. Well, in my case, some weird movements that I call dance but it´s probably just awkward stuff. Or an hipster dance no one ever saw before and I´m doing it before it´s cool. Moving on...since I´m a fool I didn´t talk to you, even if it was just "hello, meet you in another awesome concert?" but I´m hopeless at this. You were beautiful. Oh, in case there was more cases (weirdos like me) like this...we were about 10 meters away from stage [~10th row]. See you next time, hopefully! </div>
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P.S.1 Sam Amidon did the opening for Bon Iver. Jumping from guitar, to violin and banjo I´m sure even himself can´t quite describe his style. But it´s a cool (original) one. One of his guitar solos almost stole the night from the headliner. Almost. And what´s interesting is that the same thing I said above applies here; If you have something cool and you had a little <i>something</i> to it you can end up with the double of fun. I think that´s what the crowd thought when a couple of Bon Iver band members - trumpet and violin - came to play with Sam. Justin Vernon mentioned later Sam has quite an unique style and personality and you can easily see that while he´s performing. </div>
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