sexta-feira, 30 de junho de 2017

Max(Maxiamiano de Sousa) imita Instrumentos

 Max, que nunca foi devidamente valorizado, era um artista brilhante e muito completo: compunha , cantava e tinha um  enorme sentido de humor .
 
Anos 70....  Tudo isto é  Jazz . Genial.



(...)
«Quando tinha uma ideia, ele ia a correr para o gravador e punha-se a debitar para lá umas notas e uns acompanhamentos, umas harmonias, porque não sabendo uma nota de música ele era homem de dizer, inclusivé ao grande maestro Jorge Machado, “eu imaginei isto assim: na,na,na tran!”. Ele construía isto tudo na sua cabeça, era uma coisa que estava na genética dele, porque já fazia desde miúdo».
Max tinha as ideias, mas José António Sousa (filho) lamenta que, por vezes, era mal acompanhado. «Ele não tinha dinheiro para pagar um escritor de música para escrever as composições e por isso chamava um maestro qualquer que escrevia o que meu pai dizia, depois aparecia o nome desse maestro junto ao nome do meu pai, quando aquilo era só do Max», revelou o filho do artista.
Por isso, quando Max começou a trabalhar com o maestro Jorge Machado a carreira do artista madeirense deu uma volta de 180 graus. José António Sousa salienta que o seu pai «teve a sorte de trabalhar com um homem digno e tenho que fazer justiça àquele grande maestro que já nos deixou. Ele disse ao Max que nunca na vida iria pagar mais um tostão por debitar uma obra». E o maestro passou para a pauta todas as ideias que Max tinha, a partir de uma determinada altura da sua vida.
(...)Max «não desenhava uma letra, era a mulher com uma quarta classe que lhe passava para o papel os poemas e depois ele assobiava para o guitarrista e alguém que percebia de música passava para a pauta (...)»
(ler mais em https://maximianodesousa.wordpress.com/)

Lou Donaldson - 'Whiskey Drinkin' Woman'


MUSICIANS :
Lou Donaldson, Dr. Lonnie Smith, Lionel Loueke, Kendrick Scott

Brian Eno on why he can't slow down


sábado, 17 de junho de 2017

Salvador Sobral & Júlio Resende - Regret (Alexander Search- FERNANDO PESSOA)

 Tão bonito....


"Numerosos são os exemplos de afinidade entre as obras que os pré-heterónimos possuíram e os textos que foram criando, um dos mais flagrantes sendo o poema «Regret», assinado por Search, proprietário de The Poetical Works of Lord Byron "
(  vale a pena ler mais em:
http://casafernandopessoa.cm-lisboa.pt/bdigital/index/assinaturas3.htm)


REGRET

I would that I were again a child

  And a child you sweet and pure,
That we might be free and wild
In our consciousness obscure;
That we might play fantastic games
 Under trees silent and shady,
That we might have fairy-book names,
I be a lord, you a lady.

And all were a strong ignorance
And a healthy want of thought,
And many a [prank?], many a dance
Our unresting feet had wrought;
And I would act well a clown's part
To your childish laughter winning,
And I would call you my sweetheart
  And the name would have no meaning.

Or sitting close we each other would move
With tales that now gone are sad;
We would have no sex, would feel no love,
Good without fighting the bad.
And a flower would be our life's delight
And a nutshell boat our treasure:
We would lock it in a cupboard at night
As in memory a pleasure.

We would spend hours and days like a wealth
Of goodness too great to cloy,
We would deep enjoy innocence and health
Knowing not we did enjoy...
Ah, what bitterest is is that-alone
Now one feeling in me I trace -
That knowledge of what from us hath gone
 And of what it left in its place.

Alexander Search ( Fernando Pessoa)


sábado, 10 de junho de 2017

Cameron Shayne - Budokon Yoga® - Japanese Symphony Rehearsal 2013

 This is beautiful every day in every way.

Traumerei by Horowitz Moscow ' 86



*History Stories: deep feelings

"This piece of music was played on the radio at the end of WWII. The studio didn't know what to play...it was over. Millions were dead. The guns were silent. So they played this piece. I'd guess from the date of this performance, and the white hair of that gentleman, that he might have been one of the young soldiers or just kids, who heard that silence, then this piece on the radio. I'm old enough to remember the silence in the US, and we were LUCKY, just 250,000...so I know why he was in tears. (Comment posted 7 years ago by ffurgy. Im just reposting it because no one seems to know where the tears come from...)" - lecheparavaka
 about  ffurgy's words on Youtube                



"A Change is Gonna Come" Brian Owens and Thomas Owens

Soul to soul

sexta-feira, 9 de junho de 2017

Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek ft. London Contemporary Voices | Mahogany Live

Blood and tears
They were here first
Mm, what'd you say?
Mm, that you only meant well
Well of course you did
Mm, what'd you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best
Of course it is
Mm, what'd you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need
You decided this
Mm, what'd you say?
Mm, what did she say?


Contemporâneos - VIDEOCLIP no Chiado

(- What  are they saiyng? -For word wise is enough.) 
Brilhariantes! 

quarta-feira, 7 de junho de 2017

Paulo de Carvalho- Abracadabra

   Finalmente encontro esta canção no Youtube. A letra é brilhante ( tal como a de "Executivo" que está disponível há mais tempo).
   A voz será sempre, para mim, o instrumento musical número um (seguida do piano) .
   Paulo de Carvalho é uma das melhores vozes masculinas que conheço e é, talvez, o mais multifacetado , completo e avançado intérprete português de sempre. Ao vivo é espantoso.  Há anos vi-o num concerto com o Ivan
Lins que me ficará toda a vida na memória. Arrepiou-me.
   Poderia ficar horas a falar deste  cantor, a publicar músicas de todos os géneros interpretadas por ele,  ditas, (que bem ditas) e improvisações várias.
  Já esteve aqui pelo menos uma vez ( este blogue espelha muita trapalhice, o que é perfeitamente natural), há muito tempo que penso assim.
  Depois dos acontecimentos que se seguiram ao Festival da Canção ( sim, o Salvador Sobral é um grande novo caso na música, ao vivo é extraordinário e tem muita graça, tenho o CD há meses, sei-o  quase de cor, tenho trabalhado muitas vezes a ouvi-lo), alguns delirantes, estas afirmações podem parecer uma parvoíce impulsiva tardia , uma daquelas coisas "
quixagero".
  Mas não há quem me tire do encanto.
  Por isso acho que e
ste vídeo é uma preciosidade por todas as razões e mais algumas.


Aqui está tudo bem!
Aqui está tudo tão bem!
O sol é mesmo de ouro,
a lua é toda de prata.
E quando chove
só caem diamantes!


Aqui não há semáforos,
aqui só há chupa-chupas.
E até as bengalas dos velhos
são feitas de chocolate.
Ai, como é bom, tão bom,
vivermos aqui!


Abracadabra!
Abrem-se as portas.
Abrem-se os olhos de espanto.
Não vejo o lado de fora!
Quem me tira do encanto?


Isabel Bahia



Isle of Man by Jonathan Grubb


(Brett Miller -Pilates Intel)

"I am very fortunate to live on a wonderful, scenic and peaceful island called the Isle of Man. However, when Joseph Pilates spent 3½ years on the island from late 1915 to early 1919, he was strictly confined within the largest internment camp built for First World War “enemy aliens” and would not have enjoyed quite the same benefits of island life as I do today.

Knockaloe Internment Camp, where Joseph was held (along with my own great-grandfather) has been “well described by a visitor as being like a glorified chicken run. Not only were the huts suggestive of enlarged hen-houses, but the aimless wandering of the men round and round the compounds, in dust or in mud, according to the weather, brought to mind the scratchings of cooped chickens in their already well-scratched-over soil.” (“St Stephen’s House, Friends’ Emergency Work in England 1914 to 1920” by Anna Braithwaite Thomas and others)

Approximately 23,000 men were held at the camp within an area covering only 22 acres (this is less than 17 football/soccer fields). At the outbreak of the war, Britain was a very different place than it is today and attitudes to German, Austrian, Italian and Turkish (described at that time as “enemy aliens”) were very strong. Joseph arrived by boat on the island in the dark of night when locals were less likely to see the new internees. He was then transported by steam train to the camp, to awake the next morning enclosed within his new barbed wire-surrounded home.

How did Joseph deal with the challenges he faced during that time? Lolita San Miguel (first generation Pilates teacher certified by Joseph Pilates) recounted to me that Joseph did not speak much of his time on the island. However, she remembered that when she did ask him about it, he always said that he was actually very glad for the time he spent on the Isle of Man as it gave him the time and opportunity to work on his method, which he may not have otherwise had.

Joseph displayed an admirably positive attitude in the midst of a very tough situation. His confinement was overshadowed with no knowledge of the future outcome or duration of the war, coupled with severely restricted food and resources. The living conditions were not pleasant and men were dying around him, not only from illness, but as Joseph observed, from lack of hope and stimulation in life. However, Joseph used the time as an opportunity to develop his method towards radically improving the lives of the sick, injured and increasingly hopeless men around him.
 
Knockaloe Camp was divided into four camp areas (camps 1-4) and movement between camps was prohibited unless special permission was granted by the Camp Commandant. Each camp had its own hospital unit. Joseph Pilates was held in camp 4 therefore he may well have worked in the hospital unit of camp 4, but it is also possible (although not proven) that he could have been granted permission to work in other camp hospitals.
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After looking through the many digital images of unnamed internees at the Isle of Man Museum, I stumbled across a photograph which shows an internee hospital orderly with army and civilian medics either side of him. The internee in the picture bears a remarkably strong resemblance to Joseph Pilates and was taken outside camp 2 hospital. In that day, the norm was to wear a moustache, although Joseph never did. The wave of the man’s hair and his stance is notably similar to pictures of Joseph outside his internment. If the internee in the picture is Joseph, then he clearly worked in the different camps, and was well respected to have been the only internee in the picture.

There is little evidence to substantiate the stories that surround Joseph’s time at Knockaloe. However, there are some significant and key statements reported as being made by Joseph himself. To my knowledge, none of those statements were ever disputed by any of the many men who were interned and lived through those challenging times alongside him.

Within an article by Doris Hering which appeared in Dance Magazine, February 1956 (p.76) entitled “They All Go to Joe’s”, referring to Joseph’s time in the camp: “There he encountered people who were disabled as a result of wartime diseases and incarceration. He began devising machines to help in their rehabilitation.”

In 1962, Robert Wernick interviewed Joseph Pilates for Sports Illustrated magazine where Joseph stated that “the full principles of Contrology were revealed to him during World War I”. The article went on to state “[Joseph] began demonstrating these exercises to the dejected figures around him, and since they had nothing else to do, they began to do the exercises too. Awkwardly and timorously at first, but under his firm supervision they became more and more confident, more and more bouncy, like cats. They ended the war in better shape than when it started.”

The letter to Joseph Pilates which appeared in Return to Life through Contrology included the following excerpts: “To our friend, Mr Pilates, professor and instructor of physical education, always willing”; “the most unselfish during four and a half truly horrible years”; and “relying on his training we ought to feel fit, physically and spiritually, to the end”.

Could he have used springs from beds to develop rehabilitation equipment? Yes, of course he could. I have tested the theory and it works. Whilst no evidence exists that the hospital bed frames had springs which Joseph could have utilised, there is no evidence either to the contrary. Every Victorian/Edwardian era bed I have seen, especially those referred to as a ‘hospital bed’ have had springs attached at one or both ends of the bed frame.

Life at Knockaloe Camp is being fully researched and documented by a charitable trust (
www.knockaloe.im) and their important research is helping to bring the story to life. The charity intends to have a museum and visitor centre opened by April 2018 where there will be a lasting record of what life was like in the camp, detailing the hardships and the life internees endured. Within the visitor centre, it is fitting that there will be a special section about Joseph Pilates in the place where he not only developed the foundations of the Pilates Method, but he was stirred deeply by the needs of men suffering around him. He led men who were waning physically, mentally and emotionally to move and be active; enabling them to survive, recover and make the most of the bodies and minds they had while freedom, food, hope and contact with the outside world remained restricted.

The life-enhancing benefits we experience and share each day, when we practice or teach Pilates, are thanks to an incredible German-born man, who faced some of the most serious hardships during his life - not only in childhood, but also as an adult. It is a story of triumph over adversity and of will, determination and strength of spirit as well as of mind and body which should be remembered as part of our Pilates Heritage.



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Jonathan Grubb was born in England in 1962 and has lived on the Isle of Man since he was two years old. His great grandfather Jakob Grub was interned on the Isle of Man until 28 August 1919 in the same camp as Joseph Pilates.
In his younger days Jonathan was a keen amateur sportsman and particularly excelled at football (soccer), representing the Isle of Man in international games on numerous occasions. An anterior cruciate ligament injury sustained towards the end of his playing days led him to discover Pilates and he has been a passionate practitioner ever since. He has traveled to various countries to attend conferences and courses and been fortunate to be mentored by very experienced local teachers.

Having previously been an advanced instructor for several years in the Wu family style of tai chi chuan, Jonathan is currently studying to become a Pilates teacher with MKPilates and his teaching has been enthusiastically welcomed in classes throughout the island already. More on the story of Knockaloe Internment Camp can be found at knockaloe.im

sexta-feira, 2 de junho de 2017

Manuel Queiró


                                                   2017







 2017


Subsídios para a biografia de Dinis Machado -António Lobo Antunes

O Dinis Machado, que foi toda a vida um miúdo do Bairro Alto, nos modos, nas partilhas, na roupa, que escreveu um livro maravilhoso, 
“O que diz Molero”, e praticamente, depois disso, não escreveu mais nada

– Porque é que não escreves, Dinis?
– Não me apetece
foi abordado uma vez, e eu a assistir, por um homem que lhe pediu cigarros na rua. 
O Dinis tirou o maço da algibeira, abriu a prata, examinou o interior a contar baixinho, somando o que lá estava dentro, e acabou por responder, de cara triste
– Eh pá não posso, só tenho dezoito
afastando-se a puxar-me o braço enquanto o homem se amargurava com pena dele só ter dezoito. A avó do Dinis dirigia uma casa de prostituição onde ele comia em miúdo com as raparigas que lá trabalhavam e das quais falava, é evidente, com o maior respeito. Levei-o para minha casa
(eu nessa época estava sempre a levar gente para casa)
onde ele ainda viveu longos meses, obriguei-o a escrever na mesa em que eu escrevia, alimentado a tabaco e a água das pedras, de vez em quando pedia-me
– Ó Tónecas
(nunca ninguém me tinha chamado Tónecas)
– Vai ao Santini buscar um gelado para a gente que é peitoral
eu lá lhe trazia o medicamento, de morango ou baunilha, que ele tomava numa repugnância de óleo de fígado de bacalhau
– Não é que me apeteça mas a saúde está primeiro
tirava o lenço do bolso, puxava da garganta uma escarreta que provava os efeitos benéficos do tratamento
– Já está a dar resultado, Tónecas
e lá voltava, enfastiado, ao papel, continuando um texto chamado “Discurso de Alfredo Marceneiro a Gabriel García Márquez”, Alfredo Marceneiro que nós encontráramos uma noite no seu Bairro Alto, sentado na berma do passeio, perdido de bêbado, e para qual o Dinis avançou a abraçá-lo
– Você é um génio.
O outro olhou-o sem o ver, oculto atrás de uma névoa de tinto, com o Dinis inclinado para ele
– Você é um génio
o Dinis
– Sabia que é um génio, você?
enquanto eu tentava puxá-lo
– Larga o homem que ele nem sequer te ouve
o Dinis insistia, inabalável
– Sabia que é um génio não sabia?
e foi um castigo para o arrancar dali
– Temos de tomar conta do Marceneiro que isto está cheio de cámones
lá o arrastei com ele protector
– E se algum cámone grosso lhe dá uma azevia na pantufa, já viste?
a procurar cámones fardados de marujos pelas redondezas
– Temos de encontrar o meu irmão Zéca que é presidente do Lisboa Clube Rio de Janeiro
uma associação desportiva que se dedicava sobretudo ao boxe, na esperança de achar um peso-pluma que ficasse junto a Alfredo Marceneiro em funções de guarda-costas, o irmão Zéca pequenino, gordo, de bigode, tipo Dupont e Dupond, pertencente a essa categoria de carecas que puxam o cabelo da orelha esquerda até à orelha direita
(agora toda a gente rapa a cabeça)
não estava, tinha ido acompanhar um peso-mosca com futuro a um combate qualquer em Alhos Vedros
(ainda haverá combates em Alhos Vedros, pelo menos foi esse o nome que um porteiro, a escarrar sobre o ombro, nos disse, Alhos Vedros, nunca vi escarrar tão bem neste mundo)
o Dinis insistia que, sem guarda-costas, se achava na obrigação de cumprir, ele mesmo, essas funções, e lá acabei por o trazer para casa, argumentando que não podia deixar o “Discurso a Gabriel García Márquez” a meio, ele
– O Marceneiro é mais importante do que qualquer livro
até o conseguir enfiar em casa diante do papel, prometendo-lhe um suplemento de gelado se ele se portasse bem. Sentou-se a contra-gosto
– Com a preocupação com o Marceneiro como é que queres que me concentre?
a olhar a parede em frente
(quem não gosta de olhar paredes vazias às duas da manhã?)
até a primeira frase lhe aparecer no bestunto, ajudando-o a esquecer o fadista, os cámones, o mano Zéca e o Lisboa Clube Rio de Janeiro. Felizmente havia um resto de Santini no frigorífico, o Dinis de caneta suspensa
– Se calhar estou um bocado grosso não achas?
e eu não achava nada, ocupado com a ideia do peso-mosca, em Alhos Vedros, a preparar um um-dois e um gancho da esquerda fatais que levariam o Bairro Alto aos cumes da fama em todo mundo, isto é à outra margem do rio onde uma aurora penosa, de outono, ia começar daqui a nada.

( revista Visão-25.05.2017) 

Glenn Gould - J.S. BACH, English Suite No1 in A major, Sarabande

"Sarabanda (do francês Sarabande, por sua vez derivada do espanhol zarabanda) é uma dança em compasso ternário (geralmente 3/4 ou 3/2) e andamento lento."

Tim Page - Living the Classical Life: Episode 28

Tim Page is a Pulitzer-winning music critic, the leading authority on the American author Dawn Powell, an omnivorous consumer of music in all forms, a film buff and a professor at the University of Southern California.

He is also an articulate, acutely self-aware struggler with Asperger’s Syndrome, a symbiotic biographer of the late Glenn Gould, and a lovely man who collects friends with the greatest of ease.