It´s Music To Your Ears - LIVE and kicking

I am going to use one of this tickets today!

Hint: It´s not the fancy one that says "Maio 2010"...but that was good too.

Wish I could go to concerts more often.

See you tonight Katie!!

Late at night...it´s when I write.

I have a thing for beautiful girls. It´s a curse. I could have been one of those teenagers which the most important thing to do is focus on how to get to the next level of my strategy video game or how to win the next game on Football Manager (which...I actually won. Take that Leeds United!!). But no, I rather spend some of my time on a computer searching pictures of girls. Not in a perv way. I guess. And hope.

I mostly take a look at sets of pictures of singers and actresses (call me selective) which I liked to see/listen to. Or perfect strangers on fashion blogs (the most recent strange addiction for a 20 years old boy) like this one . I think it´s not the fashion per se but the mix of it (great looks/styles/clothes/accessories) with beautiful girls (of course...but I also like to see men´s fashion on it) and finally photography.

I´ve developed a musical taste which I´ve learned to sum up, among obviously, things outside that, in "British bands and female voices". The thing is there is a strange relation between beauty and my preference for female voices because all of them look gorgeous. That´s what "scientists" should study...this strange correlations! I won´t write names because I don´t want this post to end on the bottom of the page or forget any name.

With this and through time I´ve started to require that the girls I would be interested in would have a certain personality (well...I´m afraid I´m not alone here...). Call me weird (and taking this to the point that lead to this post) but I´d like (prefer?) to meet a girl who reads a magazine which tell her the trends for next Summer rather than gossip or what will happen next week on her favorite soap opera... She can watch soap operas though. See? I´m not that demanding.

So for the last few days I´ve become a fancy (I just use this word because I like how it sounds) boy and start to visit pages such as Vanity Fair or Esquire .

Also, and all this post could really start just on this paragraph instead of revealing the strange myself, I also started to visit The New York Times (NYT) page because let´s be honest...I don´t watch Portuguese newspapers/tv´s talking crap all the time (uuhh look to the fancy boy!)

So, and (finally) for the real purpose of this entry, yesterday I was wondering through the music section of NYT and I found this:

0:42 to 0:55...I fell for her there. It´s a curse.

And you should take a look at NYT article because she is in one of those strange and mysterious stories involving labels and artists.

In fact my next post may involve another interesting music story. Now I´ll only have to wait for the next late night where at 4am I´ll get myself a pen and a piece of paper and write it down. And on the following day I´ll wonder, like I wondered for this entry, if I should post it or keep it to myself...

The Bookstore

"When I sit here alone and so full of weary sadness and I think about myself with plaintive yearnings my heart is heavy and all I can do is sit on the hard chair and look out of the window up at the sky. And I can sit here forever and feel so miserably at ease, thinking, making up things and making everything go on so wonderfully for myself, and all along I know it’s only make-believe. But I don’t care. I like to do it so much.

And when I’m not making things up I think about real things and then I almost kill myself with the saddest joy when I think how nice this was and how nice that was and how homely and familiar and peaceful that was and how the day was cloudy and later it began to rain while we were inside in the darkened room where the girl I made up said you’re such a dope but I don’t care. I just want to sit here by the window with my cold hand against my face and just let me alone a little while so I can think awhile. And if no one will bother me I’ll have such a lovely time. There’s so much I want to think about and lay out nicely so I can refer to it again and again and again. Because that’s the way it is with me. I can have such a good time and it would be so unfair and stupid to deprive me of it all for really no reason at all."

from "Love Is Like Park Avenue" by Alvin Levin

Picture for words

And someone recommend me this...so I´ll do the same for you in this It´s Music To Your Hears inside a post. Just like the dream within a dream...yeah.

And yes, I also feel like the highest rated comment on the video...

All I want for Christmas

For a lame title a lame post. I like to be coherent.

Unfortunately due to the fact that I won´t, despite being a good boy all year long, get the only present, and note that I just asked for ONE present, I had to go for the second choices whom are kinda related to the Norwegian cuteness. Yes, I´m improving my album/dvd collection. Amazon says thanks.

The only thing certain in the basket is The Corrs - Unplugged dvd because would be shameless this long time Corrs fan not to have this. Then I perhaps also order Fiona Apple - When The Pawn, Bon Iver´s debut album and Tired Pony first and perhaps last album. I have to check prices because financial crisis is a *bleep* (and can lead me to change the "Ocupation" category on my social networks next year) and I can´t spend much...although Fiona´s album can be bought for...0,01£. Got to love the Internet.

So for all of you: Merry Christmas! Have a blast and enjoy it with your family if possible. As for me I will sure do it. And eat like there´s no tomorrow.

It´s Music To Your Ears

I decided to help our friends from Ireland, who like us are going through an economic crisis with an impressive 32%(!!) deficit...still they have a minimum wage that pays 8,65€ per hour to an adult worker...what the hell dudes?!, so I´m gonna order this for me in a few weeks to Christmas...as a matter of fact it´s kinda shameful not having this DVD yet...



Most talented family in the music world. Hands down.

Stand Out Qualities

As a music lover, and I think I can speak for all of us on the following subject, one of the things we like to do is know more from the person, or group of persons, that can move you with a melody and some lyrics in a three and a half minutes timespace. Whether if it´s by tv, radio or reading a magazine you will build an image based in what was said in the interviews and/or actions you take from them. Often that image can be far off, often can be very different from another person who got the exact same "data" and also came up with a certain image.

With this I wanna transcript a DVD finale from a singer that you might have noticed that I quite like her.

"When you write songs you really only feel that you´re worth anything when you just finished a song. All the other days of the year I don´t feel like a songwritter. I´m convinced that I just wrote my last song and it´s never gonna happen again. It´s hard, you only have a very...this sounds so bland, but it´s so very true, you only have a limited amount of notes. You´re trying to make something really unique and you only have these very limited tools that you can use. So sometimes I´m convinced that I´m never gonna be able to do it again, and it keeps me on the ground...keeps me humble. Because I only worth as much as my last song. That´s the way it goes." Marit Larsen

It´s Music To Your Ears

On a random tweet saying that I had to be a political science expert for tomorrow´s test someone replied me with a random tweet too...with a link to this:

Maybe I was living under a rock but this guy is around for ages and I only knew a cover of Wonderwall from him.

I will definitely search more, and I already took a listen to one of his albums in a store, but I´m already stuck to this one:

So damn good!

And guess who sings "When The Stars Go Blue"? Yup...Ryan Adams.

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This week is "texts week" so lots to study (I don´t even remember what´s that already) but in the end of the week (and oh...am I looking forward to that!) I´ll post a weird text that I wrote and finally come back to the reading of Paul Auster´s The New York Trilogy!