Mostly Music
terça-feira, abril 30
Just discovered a useful list (started last year) for discussion of choro and older Brazilian music. It's called O Malho, after a Brazilian magazine of the early twentieth century.

Click to subscribe to OMalho

quinta-feira, abril 25
Tuesday was Choro day in Brazil. We celebrated in the best possible way. Going to a Choro event, of course. This was the party for the release of the first CD of Abraçando o Jacaré, in Restaurante Aprazível, in Santa Teresa. A beautiful place, with a fabulous view of Rio. The music was very nice, the group was happy, full of energy, sparkling. There was free beer and caldo verde for everyone. But I will let Tom, reporter at large, offer our readers a detailed description of the evening.
Yesterday we started the recording of the CD of Music for flutes by our friend Sergio Roberto de Oliveira. The piece was Mot pour Laura. The recording was tiring, but fun. It was done at Sergio's recording studio, which he shares with his friend and recording engineer Marcelo. Located in Rio Comprido, right next to Tunel Rebouças, it is easily accessible from both the North Zone and the South Zone. Besides a beautiful view of the Corcovado, it offers state of the art technology, comfortable space for the musicians (with the nicest bathrooms I have ever seen in a Recording Studio) and competent production. A true pleasure.
At 1.00 AM, after we finished with all the takes, we went to Diagonal to eat picanha and farofa. A great combination!
sexta-feira, abril 19

Good News!

Sergio Roberto de Oliveira, leading young Brazilian composer, called this morning to say that his American publisher, Falls House Press, has accepted for publication the duet he wrote for our duo in December, which we premiered in January in Princeton, NJ,
and which had its Brazilian premiere at our concert in the Salão Dourado series of UFRJ in Urca last night. The work is called Mot pour Laura.
The concert went very well. We played a program a little different than the one we had submitted last week. First a duet by Telemann in E minor (on Baroque flutes), then an early nineteenth century duet by Carlo Michele Alessio Sola (op. 87, no.2 in F, on modern flutes), and then Mot pour Laura. A little break, and then we continued with the world premiere of Companion Piece, written for us last month by Mark Hagerty, a brilliant composer (in his late forties, lives in Delaware, lots of recent commissions). And finally a showpiece for Laura, a set of arrangements of various melodies (including several bits of Rameau) by Blavet (Baroque flutes again).
We had a good-sized and enthusiastic audience, including the composer Antonio Guerreiro, who has written a piece for me (Tom) to play with Dick Swain in Princeton, and the American flutist Julie Koidin, who is teaching at UniRio this semester. Also present was Homero de Magalhães Filho, just arrived from Paris, where he lives and makes his career as conductor. And our friends Hermano (a music producer), Maki (a Japanese baroque flutist), Elizete and Pedro (from the ensemble Atempo, which specializes in Medieval Music), Chico (a jazz saxophonist), Cláudio (flutist and recorder player with Fontegara). A truly globalized crowd! Afterwards, dinner for ten at one of our favorite restaurants, Osteria Policarpo in Humaitá. Yum!!

terça-feira, abril 16
Hello readers, how have you been? We are sorry to have disappeared. There is a simple explanation for that, though. Tom is here in Brazil, we are playing a concert on Thursday. So that means we have to
1- practice
2- rehearse
3- see our friends
4- have fun
Thus the blog is temporarily the last of a long list of priorities... We promise that we will be back, as soon as the recital is behind us. And for now, let me just tell you what we did this weekend: we went to Paraty, where we played in a wedding.
The wedding itself was beautiful, chic and simple (with excellent choice of music, that goes without saying!). The party afterwards was also wonderful, with tons of laughter, music and dance, and fabulous food as well. This was on Saturday. On Sunday we (we includes Júlia and Manoela), rented a boat with sailor included, and went sailing for 4 hours.
We got to swim right next to millions of colorful fish which ate cookies from our hands , we got tanned and gorgeous (well, some of us just got red and shiny, but I will be merciful and will mention no names...) and ate shrimp and squid sitting under a little hut on a paradisiacal little island. After some great t-shirt shopping (Paraty has a very nice store called Tangerina...) we ate some scrumptious desserts and closed a perfect weekend, heading back to Rio.
As you see, we lead a tough life...
terça-feira, abril 9
I waited until today to see if someone would spot my April 1rst hoax. Come on, guys! Sound Wave Interference in Sexual behavior? How could you buy that? And not even the Dance of the blessed Spirits gave you a hint? I just wonder how many "scientific facts" that we believe have the same origin as my little post. By the way, read all the proper names from right to left, to see what they really mean. With the exception of Munchaus, they are all fake. How about Munchaus, didn't it ring a bell? I took it from the Baron of Munchausen...


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What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Helen Keller, 1929


Love has gone

Love has gone a-rocketing.
That is not the worst;
I could do without the thing,
And not be the first.

Joy has gone the way it came.
That is nothing new;
I could get along the same, --
Many people do.

Dig for me the narrow bed,
Now I am bereft.
All my pretty hates are dead,
And what have I left?

Dorothy Parker, 1926


My Love has Gone

As I was a-walking down by the sea-shore
Where the wind and the waves and the billows do roar
There I heard a strange voice make a terrible sound
'Twas the wind and the waves and the echoes all round
Crying, O-oh my love has gone
He's a youth I adore
He's gone and I never shall see him no more

She'd a voice like a nightingale skin like a dove
And the song that she sung it was all about love
I asked her to marry me marry me please
But the answer she gave, My love's drowned in the sea
Crying O-oh my love has gone
He's a youth I adore
He's gone and I never shall see him no more

I told her I'd gold and I'd silver beside
In a coach and six horses with me she could ride
No I never will marry nor yet make a wife
I'll stay constant and true all the time I've got life
Crying O-oh my love has gone
He's a youth I adore
He's gone and I never shall see him no more

She threw out her arms and she took a great leap
From the cliffs that were high to the billows so deep
Crying, the rocks of the ocean shall make me a bed
And the shrimps of the sea shall swim over my head.
Crying O-oh my love has gone
He's a youth I adore
He's gone and I never shall see him no more

And now every night at six bells they appear
When the moon it is rising, the sky it is clear.
These two constant lovers with all their young charms
Rolling over and over in each other's arms.
Crying O-oh my love has gone
He's a youth I adore
He's gone and I never shall see him no more


sábado, abril 6
Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will, -- and would that night were here!
But ah! -- to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again! -- with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, --
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, -- and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, --
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.

Edna St.Vincent Millay

quinta-feira, abril 4



Follow the money

You buy an SUV. You then buy gasoline to put in the SUV. The money goes to the large corporation that sold you the gasoline. They send it to Saudi Arabia to buy the oil to make the gasoline they sell for you to put in your SUV. Saudi Arabia then sends the money (500 million dollars in the last 18 months) to the Palestinian Authority and Hamas. "Hamas has been responsible for most of the 55 suicide missions in Israel over the past 18 months." (from worldtribune.com).
Every mile you drive in your SUV is helping blow up Israeli civilians....or is my logic askew?

quarta-feira, abril 3

More foolishness

It boggles the mind that President Duhalde of Argentina can be either so stupid or so calculating as to reassert Argentina's claim
on the Falklands/Malvinas. Stupid, because the last time they went down that road it was a disaster; or calculating, because it may just be to take people's minds off the complete mess that is public policy in Argentina.

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