This and That

Here is Link to Sidney Bechet "Summertime" Above -"This and That"



Hello friends,

Today, I should get into real bloging time so called- observations.
Today work was good.

On my mind:

My 50 minutes presentation in how to be a good Feminist Therapist, tomorrow.
Preparation: At Mill ( local and the best coffee house in Lincoln, Nebraska, the rest of all the coffee houses are pure "view", for either those who "like to be something " and for those, who call themselves "folkies".)

My partner in crime:
My colleague(will not reveal name, for confidential purposes), who will be my "sacrifice patient" tomorrow. We did discuss several concepts about my application of the Feminist Theory. In the middle of Empowering, Demystification of traditional Counselor Sessions in its interity, Self-Discloure Application, Gender-Role Analysis, Gender Role Intervention, Power Analysis and Power Intervention and so on and so forth.....We ended drinking wine at a local preferred Pub ( will not reveal the name, for reasons of exclusivity).

Conclusion: results will be interesting tomorrow.


Now that I'm home, I will have another glass of wine. A Portuguese one.

Boa noite
Susana

Gaivota-Amalia Rodrigues

(Aqui vai a rainha do fado(Queen of Fado). Amalia Rodrigues. There are no words to describe this song....only her voice.
( To listing to the song you need to click the highligt link above." Gaivota-Amalia Rodrigues"

Gaivota
Musica: Alain Oulman
Letra: Alexandre O'Neill

Se uma gaivota viesse
trazer-me o ceu de Lisboa
no desenho que fizesse,
nesse ceu onde o olhar
e uma asa que nao voa,
esmorece e cai no mar.

Que perfeito coracao
no meu peito bateria,
meu amor na tua mao,
nessa mao onde cabia
perfeito o meu coracao.

Se um portugues marinheiro,
dos sete mares andarilho,
fosse quem sabe o primeiro
a contar-me o que inventasse,
se um olhar de novo brilho
no meu olhar se enlacasse.

Que perfeito coracao
no meu peito bateria,
meu amor na tua mao,
nessa mao onde cabia
perfeito o meu coracao.

Se ao dizer adeus a vida
as aves todas do ceu,
me dessem na despedida
o teu olhar derradeiro,
esse olhar que era seu teu,
amor que foste o primeiro.

Que perfeito coracao
no meu peito morreria,
meu amor na tua mao,
nessa mao onde perfeito
bateu o meu coracao.

Ain't Got No Home

Very early one summer morning, Clarence Henry was performing on the bandstand and improvised his way into the basic riff behind "Ain't Got No Home". The crowd responded favorably, so he developed it further. Soon, Chess Records A&R was hustling Henry into Cosimo Matassa's studio in September of 1956 to record. Local DJ Poppa Stoppa laid the "Frogman" handle on the youngster when he spun the catchy 45 and it stuck.

Manu Chao. Mentira..

Mentira...Manu Chao
Here is a song by Manu Chao. Yesterday, a friend of mine from Peru, gave me this cd...And I've not stop listening to Manu Chao since then. Manu's songs are very political and at times not. This song it is called "mentira"-Lie. It is about lies that people tell to themselves and others. Messed up world we live in, isn't it? ... But one of the greatest lies and injustice ever done in this world, was the negation/refused to signed the Kyoto protocol. This song it is called "lie" and CD it is called Clandestino. By the end of the song a lot singers from Brazil and other countries make a statement about this injustice.
You can listining to the song by clicking in the title "mentira"

"Manu Chao was born in Paris in 1961 to a Galician father and a Basque mother. As he himself says, if in his home there had been a football, now he would be playing soccer, but there was a guitar, instead...as well as many refugees : intellectuals, singers, composers, painters...all fleeing south American dictatorships. Those were frequent visitors to his father, Ram�n.

Joint de Culasse, Hot Pants, Los Carayos, are the first bands formed by Manu, with which he began to mark his present in the Parisian scene. The real music earthquake, however, was undoubtedly the Mano Negra, whose contribution to multicultural and fiesta music has left indelible marks and influenced a huge numbers of bands that came later.After the break-up of Mano Negra during their Colombian adventure, Manu created Radio Bemba: more of a group of friends than a collectivity of musicians. They settled into a building (occupying one floor) of the Gran Via in Madrid. The "community" initiative did not work out all that well, so Manu decided to leave Europe and begin a long pilgrimage through Africa and Latin America, taking along a recording studio that would fit in his rucksack. Such trips (his interviews with Eduardo Galeano in the Brazilian NortheasT impressed him so much that he considered publishing a book with Zona de Obras) allowed him to collect fragments of sounds, cultures and diverse impressions which he brought together in his first solo work: Clandestino. Recorded with the collaboration of many friends, this intimate record was conceived as a compilation of life snapshots not meant for a larger public. Its more than two million copies sold without any sort of promotion were to prove the contrary. Melancholy rhythms, love poetry and melodies that lure the hearer into dance follow each other without pause in this unique album, which rose unexpectedly to a place of utmost importance in the musical panorama.But this was not enough for Manu.Now based in Barcelona, he brought together new (Caravanne des Quartier) and old (Mano Negra) friends and soon Radio Bemba began to rehearse, going out into the streets again. It was probably during the "Feira das Mentiras" a huge fiesta organized in his paternal Galicia during the France World Cup that he recovered the desire to come back to the scene "with all his heart".With two tours through Lost America and a larger number of unofficial than of official concerts, Manu turned a quiet-sounding album into a gigantic fiesta , mixing Mano Negra songs loved by the public with reminiscences from Los Carayos, adaptations of merengue classics and many new tunes with a constant message of optimism and hope delivered with incredible energy on stage."

Susana

Miguel de Unamuno

EN HORAS DE INSOMNIO
(Cuatro sonetos)
I
Me voy de aqui, no quiero mas oirme;
de mi voz toda voz suename a eco,
ya falta asi de confesor, si peco
se me escapa el poder arrepentirme.
No hallo fuera de mi en que me afirme
nada de humano y me resulto hueco;
si esta carcel por otra al fin no trueco
en mi vacio acabare de hundirme.
Oh triste soledad, la del engano
de creerse en humana compania
moviendose entre espejos, ermitano.
He ido muriendo hasta llegar al dia
en que espejo de espejos, soyme extrano
a mi mismo y descubro no vivia.
Lunes, 24-IV-1911

Bob Schneider (Metal & Steel)

Another song by Bob Schneider from the the cd Lonelyland. To listining to the song, you will need to click on the link Bob S. ( Metal& Steel).
Susana

Metal & Steel
�1999 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & music by bob Schneider

I am metal I am steel
But I don't mind cause I can't feel a thing
I'm a diamond ring
I'm not flesh & I'm not bone
And I'm not sad & I'm not all alone
I'm a stone
The king is dead and the queen has flown
Left me here in the twilight zone
Lost & looking for a way to get back home
But there's no right & there's no wrong
So I'll be good & I'll be strong
I'll be silver & I'll be gold
Without a heart and without even a soul
I'll be coal
I won't be blood and teeth and skin
& I won't feel this pain I'm in
I'll be tin with no heart within

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

You can click on the link of the title to listening to the song. This song must be 15 years old but one of my favorites. Recently rediscover..funny how life is, never really quite got it until some days ago.
Susana


Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?

The story is old - I know
But it goes on
The story is old - I know
But it goes on

Oh, goes on
And on
Oh, goes on
And on


Smiths

Stable it Together

Here is another song by Jack J.

Staple It Together"

Its really
Too bad
He became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed a moment in the back
With a brown thumb tack
That held up the list of things he gotta do
Its really,
No good
He's moving on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step it took
From the faces that he knew cause he forgot to look

Better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather X3
Mm hmm

Well I guess you could say
That he dont even know where to begin
Cause he looked both ways but he was so afraid
Diggin deeper through the ditch
With every chance he missed
And the mess he made
Cause hate is such a strong word
And every brick he laid
A mistake they say
That his walls are getting taller
His world is getting smaller

Better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather X3
Mm hmm

Whoo

Its really
Too bad
He became a prisoner of his own past
He stabbed a moment in the back
With a brown thumb tack
That held up the list of things he gotta do
Its really,
No good
Hes moving on before he understood
He shot the future in the foot with every step it took
From the faces that he knew cause he forgot to look

Better staple it together and call it bad weather
Staple it together and call it bad weather X3

If the weather is better
We should get together
Spend a little time and we can do whatever
And if we get together we'll be twice as clever
So, staple it together and call it bad weather, mm hmmm

Check the link below on the name of the song to be able to listining to it. The program is itunes, either you have to download itunes or make the convertion to be able to hear.
Susana

Banana Pancakes-Jack Johnson

Great cd from the singer/songwriter Jack Johnson. The other cds are fantastic as well..very good. Here is the link for the web site and a short song from the new cd " in between dreams"

http://www.jackjohnsonmusic.com/

http://s33.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=39B85N29PXWO10OXXPIMFGLQUA

Belle

Oi lienda
Bella che fa?
Bonita, bonita que tal?
But belle Je ne comprend pas francais
So you’ll have to speak to me
Some other way

Golden in the Sunset

Another of his songs. Golden in the Sunset, click on the words to listinig to the song.

You can read more about him on this blog- My friend- Jill)
http://residenciaenlatierra.blogspot.com/

I'm good now

Bob Schneider
Last night, I more or less discover the music of this man. My friends and I went to a club and listing to one of the greatest show ever....Here is one of his songs. You can click on the Link that says " I'm good now" to listining to the song. Great night in Lincoln, Nebraska.

Ted Kooser

The Blind Always Come as Such a Surprise


The blind always come as such a surprise,
suddenly filling an elevator
with a great white porcupine of canes,
or coming down upon us in a noisy crowd
like the eye of a hurricane.
The dashboards of cars stopped at crosswalks
and the shoes of commuters on trains
are covered with sentences
struck down in mid-flight by the canes of the blind.
Each of them changes our lives,
tapping across the bright circles of our ambitions
like cracks traversing the favorite china.

Ciao

CIAO CIAO ...I'm leaving Lincoln, Nebraska for some days. I'm going to Indiana to visit a good friend of mine Dr.Carla V.
Jill, Thanks for looking after Nina Simone. You have been a great friend. Please do not drink my portuguese wine:)
Here is a song by Adriana Calcanhotto:

http://s22.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1VGJ5OV7AI3Y02H1G0DL98U48G