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The Perfect Songwritter and His Ideal Interpreter

March 11, 2014 Leave a comment

Hi there, how have you been?

After recalling the interesting soundtrack for Allen’s Midnight in Paris and giving it another listen I couldn’t help being knocked back by Mr. Cole Porter once again. It’s still shocking for me to realize how absurdly rich in content his lyrics were even when restrained–no, I should say potentized–by nothing less than impeccable metrics and intonation. What saddens me is to see people these days emulating that sonority by simply being mellow without getting even close to the real thing when it comes to words, packing nostalgia in a goofy wrapper as if it was always like that. But that’s not my point, actually. :P

My point is… Man, songs can get heavenly (or hellish, if we take malice into account lol) when you got such a voice to bear ’em. If you really want to dig Cole Porter go straight to Ella Fitzgerald‘s songbook:

Ella

The otherwordly instrument she had at disposal was the perfect way for every hidden secret inside those songs to unfold. The tremolo, the breathing, the glissandos, the sudden drops… Everything matches the needs of each song–without losing a single hair of fun in the way.

Take my favourite one from that batch, “Let’s Do It“, which can be proud of showing lyrics like this:

Romantic sponges, they say, do it
Oysters down in oyster bay do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it
Even lazy jellyfish, do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love

See ya, take care!

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An Old Forgotten Song…

October 7, 2013 1 comment

Hi there, how have you been?

Just dug up an old song which was written to be performed by a band but such thing never happened. lol The concept is to use some endless lyrics–by tying the final and the first verses together–while adding instruments to the mix progressively.

I hope you like it, undestanding Portuguese or not. ;) See ya!

If
I could take you
somewhere far from here,
I would say: "I'm already
ready to go.
No need to ask,
I'm not frightened by deciding.
(Almost nothing to take with,
only recollections of what I've seen...)"
But if you turn me down
I stop and ask myself...

New Song–Text Over Music This Time.

Hi there, how have you been?

A couple weeks ago I listened to an interview with the Brazillian songwriter Djavan and it was shocking to hear about his composition process. He said that as the voice usually is the last thing to be recorded in an album he makes all the instrumental work first; and WHILE the songs are being recorded he starts writing the lyrics. O.O

That’s an absurd due to how high Djavan sets the bar for his lyrics… and for showing how confident he is when it comes to his creativity. :P

Anyway I tried something like that as an exercise for me–without the pressure, the deadlines, of course lol–and came up with this:

The lyrics are much better in Portuguese but I’ll translate ’em anyway. ;)

See ya, have an awesome week!

Lost and Found

To know:
The "Lost and Found" bill
includes a dress
and what would be a pair of gloves
(if it's the case of the other hand appears).

- Couple's hammock;
- Cups (three all the same);
- An ambergris censer.

Yet to be found:
A record player; a bookmark;
a curtain; a glass jar;
and a mother-of-pearl'd jewel case
(heart-shaped).

- Pics of Paris;
- Letters (a chest);
Useless things.

Schizophrenia… Or the Fear of It.

March 18, 2013 Leave a comment

Hi there, how are you doing?

This time I want to share a sketch of a schizophrenia song… I must confess I’m afraid of it hitting me at some point in my life so I must stay aware about that possibility. :P

I’ll do my best to translate the lyrics but the most important part is the “chorus” where dozens of voices flood the guy’s (me) mind.

SchZphRn!

Olho pro espelho, não é sempre que me reconheço nele.

Mesmo tendo tido tanto tempo ainda hoje vago a procurar

uma rota, uma passagem... um lugar aonde não se perca mais.

Uma grama, um grão de areia, um conta-gotas:

some a cada instante mais um pouco de mim.

[every time I REALLY realize that I'm alive my heart skips a beat]

[como uma gota que cai de um beiral depois do orvalho da manhã...]

[ゴメンナサイ。 すみません。]

[it's all about rhythm... and poetry.]

Translation:

I look at the mirror... Sometimes I just don't recognize myself.

Even after happening to have had enough time I still wander looking for

a route, a passage... a place where I don't lose myself anymore.

One ounce, one grain of sand, a dropper:

at every passing moment some of me vanishes.

Celebrating Death… In a Certain Way. :)

February 18, 2013 Leave a comment

Hi there, how are you all doing?

This week I want to share a song about death… But not necessarily in the dark sense of the word. After losing things in general during my lifetime–objects, places, people, love–I’m finally (at age of 32 lol) managing to realize (AND put into practice) a feeilng of… rebirth. I’m trying to see death as the end of a given cycle instead of just complaining about losing things… that actually were never mine since we don’t OWN things the way we may think we do.

‘Nuf said, here’s the song. :) I hope you like it.

See ya!

Following the Last Post… lol A New Recording. :)

November 5, 2012 Leave a comment

Hi there, how are you all doing?

Just like promised last week here’s the recording I was talking about, “Frustração”. It’s part of my band’s (“Salvante Norte”) first EP, and it brings that… desolation feeling up to the table through the recording quality of the leading voice.

The track starts rather upbeat as the singer throws some crooner mood into the game… But the fake posture is truly revealed when all the other instruments stop and the voice is shown naked, just like it REALLY is (around 1:00 or so). The real sadness behind the song is there, unmasked.

I hope you can get the grab of it despite the lyrics in Portuguese–feel free to ask me about the meanings though. :P

See ya, have a nice week!

(Late) New Song.

June 13, 2012 4 comments

Hi there, how are you all doing?

Sorry for being two days late, my health has been tricking me lately–seriously. -.-

Here’s a little song based upon some readings on Buddhism. I’m always interested in religions and spirituality and I’m still looking for my own way.

Unfortunately the lyrics are in Portuguese so I’ll try some rough translation here–you know how poetry can get lost in those cases. :P

See ya, I hope you like it. :)

Pequeno Mantra

Pr'uma alma sã, há que se esvaziar.
A cada manhã, mais um desapegar.

Pr'uma vida em paz: na sala, pouca luz;
se poupar a voz; o respirar da vez.

***
Tiny Mantra

For a healthy soul one must become empty.
Every morning a new detachment.

For a peaceful life: a low-light room;
sparing the voice; the current breath.
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