Garotos

When you love so long
That the thrill is gone
And your kisses at night
Are replaced with my tears

Lyrics by Bat For Lashes,

Picture by João Viegas

Future

How reckless is stupidity diverted to oneself?
How many of the same mistakes is one entitled to make?
How careless does one need to be before becoming one’s own bait?
How far into the past does one need to see before being freed from its shelf?

Unless You Speak From Your Heart

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Film-like; no reason

Most lovable: Pegase

Marginal, central

Kuduro is a type of music and dance from Angola.

Titica is a transexual kuduro performer who’s won support through her career.

M.I.A. has defined the modest origins and therein the strength of kuduro:

“It initially came from kids not having anything to make music on other than cellphones, using samples they’d get from their PCs and mobiles’ sound buttons. It’s a rave-y, beat oriented sound. Now that it’s growing, they’ve got proper PCs to make music on.”

Music always makes one stronger.

Daily

Lotus Plaza

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Grimes

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First person singular

There was something in the bass you gave me
I was losing all my self control
I can see that I was acting crazy

Didn’t I tell you, didn’t I tell, you didn’t I tell you?
Not to be so kind to me

I want to live in this melody.

Reptile

I’m creeping out of crumbling ideals and trying to create something hopeful.
Like music, like beauty.

My newest melodic solace: Citizens!

Don’t let your blood run cold

Hail to M.I.A.

M.I.A. is the only popular artist out there who is political and fun simultaneously.

I know of no other persona who has so shrewdly inserted Arab aesthetics and culture into mainstream pop without becoming tiresome.

Fighting prejudice can be really interesting.

Fertile

Now you do, now you do

Baby, now you do

Sewing

Leisure Time

Meeting & greeting & being nice

I somehow feel very enthusiastic about it.

I usually tend to keep to myself, you see

One, two, three

I’m still having a hard time getting back on track with the posts: for that I am sorry.

I shall attempt to use music as my fuel.

Slow Magic is my band du jour:

Time to sharpen our senses.

Joy

A beat can sometimes speak right to one’s soul: a true bliss.

When I first heard this, I knew I would love it:

And here’s an extra taste:

The retro guitars, the echoey vocals, the fake naivety – love, love, love.

Seapony is my new official feel-good act.

Youth knows some pain

My love for small venues and alternative new acts is too immense to be measured.

The new music club scene in New York is heaven for me; the energy I get from these places runs through my veins and makes up to my brain making me want more and more and more.

Totally by chance, I had the wonderful opportunity of being to a Pains of Being Pure at Heart gig in a small club in New York. They remind me of olden times I did not live, the times of The Smiths and underground moods I didn’t experience. So how could I know how they felt like. Like this:

Indie rock in its best.

Streams of references

I am very grateful to my music-loving friends, for they always provide me with the best tips on interesting and exciting new acts.

Last weekend it was Rainbow Arabia:

It reminds me of so many fun moments back in the 90′s, mixed with a deeper nostalgia feeling caused by the similarity between the singer’s voice and my beloved Siouxie:

Naive are those who believe anything is created from scratch.

Everything is based, albeit remotely, on something that had been done before.

And it can be good too.