segunda-feira, fevereiro 24
TERCEIRO MUNDO COISA NENHUMA!
Sexta feira fui fazer compras com o Hermano no HortiFruti de Botafogo. Para quem não sabe, o HortiFruti é um mercado em que frutas e legumes são vendidos a preço atraente, abaixo dos supermercados normais e das feiras. Não é chique, nem pretende ser. Mas nesta sexta me senti lá como se estivesse no Zabar’s , ou em qualquer outro lugar elegantérrimo. É que havia música ao vivo! Um saxofonista cego (e muito bom) tocava para as donas de casa que estavam lá fazendo as compras da semana. O gerente me informou que a idéia tinha sido da equipe, que votou pela realização de apresentações nas sextas e sábados em fins de semana alternados. Que tal?
quinta-feira, fevereiro 20
Nous n'aurons de bonheur qu'à proportion du désespoir que nous serons capables de traverser.
Philosophy and the boudoir
Les philosophes ont inventé un moyen extraordinaire de se reproduire : ils ne pénétrent pas, ils se retirent.
Jean-Baptiste Botul (1896-1947)
sexta-feira, fevereiro 14
TUDO É RELATIVO
One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.
--A. A. Milne
segunda-feira, fevereiro 10
Frequently, when I don’t like a CD, I feel compelled to write many paragraphs to justify my point of view. Praise, on the other hand, seems to preclude any justifications. So be warned, this will be a short review.
When I first heard this recording, I was reminded of a great little scene from the film Charade. It goes more or less like this: a furious Audrey Hepburn turns to Cary Grant (at his handsomest) and snaps “You know what is wrong with you?” And after a slight pause, sulking – “absolutely nothing!”.
This is precisely the case, here. This rarely heard repertoire (fun romantic Spanish music written in Rossinian vein) is brought to life with passion and competence. In fact, Carnicer or Romero could not have chosen a better champion. Joan Enric Lluna is a fabulous performer, endowed with a warm sound, brilliant technique and ample dynamic range. These qualities are used wisely, to offset his very musical interpretations, simultaneously light-hearted and fiery, full of intelligence, with a well-placed sense of humour and phrasings that are smooth as velvet. To boot, Lluna finds in Nigel Clayton his perfect match, a pianist who allows the soloist to be free, while maintaining the pulse of the pieces, who plays with the necessary gusto but never, for a moment, overshadows his partner.
So what on earth are you doing, still reading this review? Run to the nearest store, and buy this CD!
ROSSINI Y ESPAÑA Clarinet and piano music by Ramon CARNICER, Antonio ROMERO, Gioachino Rossini, Iwan MÜLLER, Ernesto CAVALLINI. Joan Enric Lluna (cl.); Nigel Clayton (pn.) harmonia mundi HMI 987029 (69:54)
sábado, fevereiro 8
...from the Guardian...
Bill Emmott's crystal-ball gazing suffers from all the deformations of books of this type. He has no better idea of what the future holds than Gypsy Nell, and sometimes his honest recognition that the evidence which allows him to be sanguine could just as well work out very differently leaves the reader with an unsatisfactory sense of wading through acres of well-intentioned bullshit.
from a review of Bill Emmott by Will Hutton, here
How I wish I could read something this direct in the American press....
quinta-feira, fevereiro 6
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill: now I find true
That better is by evil still made better,
And ruined love when it is built anew
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuked to my content,
And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.
quarta-feira, fevereiro 5
terça-feira, fevereiro 4
From the Frozen North
I had a wonderful time going to Williamsburg to play a recital with Jen Bowen. She drove (my car was in sad need of repair) in her almost new Toyota - what a luxury for me to simply ride and put a new CD in the player from time to time. The weather was springlike. We were hosted by my friends Ruth and Keith - their oldest child has gone from being a girl to a young woman since the last time I visited, and is a cellist whose string quartet was pictured in the local newspaper. Our concert was well-attended (around 70 or so, I think) and we played well. The Dowd harpsichord that belongs to the church was in perfect tune and repair. We had an uneventful trip back (though we entered a McD's that had an unfortunate situation with its sanitary facilities.....yuck...we left in a hurry....), with no traffic.
I finally have put my Toyota to rights - a new distributor and a few other things....ouch!!! But now perhaps it will go for another few years.....
sábado, fevereiro 1
It's a wonderful world
A successful surgeon argues with his lover. He then kills her, cuts her in pieces and puts all the body parts in garbage bags.
A teenager, under the effect of drugs, kills his grandmother and throws her head in a river.
People who have installed a dark film on their car windows, in order to get some protection from street criminals, have to pay a steep fine.
Five professors are asked to give their opinion on the tenure of a colleague. They think he should not be hired. Now the colleague is sueing them, asking for the five to be fired.