Leonard Bernstein: Young People's Concerts | What is Melody? (Part 1 of 4)

"You see, people usually think of a melody as a tune, something you go out whistling, that's easy to remember, that "sticks in your mind." What's more, a tune almost never goes out of the range of the normal human singing voice - that is, too high or too low. Nor should a tune have phrases that last longer than a single normal breath in singing it. After all, melody is the singing side of music, just as rhythm is the dancing side. But the most important thing about a tune is that usually it is complete in itself — that is, it seems to have a beginning, middle and end, and leaves you feeling satisfied — in other words, it's a song, like Gershwin's Summertime, or Schubert's Serenade. "
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Wedding Crashers: The Perfect Girl in Typography

Amazing!
http://thebrainsalad.blogspot.pt/
This motion graphic was made by 3D and motion graphics artist Brain Cain.
The scene in the beginning of the movie Wedding Crasher, where Jeremy (Vince Vaughn) says what he really thinks about the idea of dating.

The movie clip

El Pele Y Vicente Amigo - Iré Con El Viento

"Sé que existe la tormenta y sé que llega la calma."

Anat Cohen & Paquito D'Rivera - "And The World Weeps" Live at Sixth and I Synagogue 06.07.12

E de repente o tempo parou...
Fascinante.

Gary Clark Jr and John Mayer - Born Under A Bad Sign

Once more , the blues.
Just love  this cover.

 “I've been down since I began to crawl. If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all”

Case of the Blues-Abraham Laboriel

  Someone said:

"If you dont understand the blues, here's what you do:

1. get drunk

2. burn all your money and possesions except your instrument

3. fall in love with the wrong woman

4. stay drunk

5.Stop  thinking with your head and think with your soul instead"

Aquele bêbado- Carlos Drummond de Andrade

— Juro nunca mais beber — e fez o sinal da cruz com os indicadores. Acrescentou: — Álcool.
O mais ele achou que podia beber. Bebia paisagens, músicas de Tom Jobim, versos de Mário Quintana. Tomou um pileque de Segall. Nos fins de semana, embebedava-se de Índia Reclinada, de Celso Antônio.

— Curou-se 100% do vício — comentavam os amigos.

Só ele sabia que andava mais bêbado que um gambá. Morreu de etilismo abstrato, no meio de uma carraspana de pôr do sol no Leblon, e seu féretro ostentava inúmeras coroas de ex-alcoólatras anônimos.

ANDRADE, C. D. Contos plausíveis. Rio de Janeiro: Record, 1991.