<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384</id><updated>2012-02-01T02:43:28.512Z</updated><category term='Simone de Oliveira'/><category term='José Jorge Letria'/><category term='Conjunto João Paulo'/><category term='Angola'/><category term='Festival RTP da Canção'/><category term='Thilo&apos;s Combo'/><category term='Rock Português'/><category term='Banda do Casaco'/><category term='Cinema Português'/><category term='Mário Viegas'/><category term='Canção Ligeira'/><category term='António de Macedo'/><category term='Carlos Mendes'/><category term='Paulo de Carvalho'/><category term='Filarmónica Fraude'/><category term='Teta Lando'/><category term='Teresa Paula Brito'/><category term='Quarteto 1111'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Petrus Castrus'/><category term='José Gomes Ferreira'/><category term='Carlos Alberto Vidal'/><category term='Fernando Tordo'/><category term='Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen'/><title type='text'>bissaide</title><subtitle type='html'>Música, Literatura e Cinema Português, com passagem por outras Artes e formas de sentir a Cultura</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-5778751219220907495</id><published>2008-07-15T00:18:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:30:35.674Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teta Lando'/><title type='text'>Na morte de Teta Lando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/SHvmK3Ln-mI/AAAAAAAAADE/l50FBATNTrg/s1600-h/Teta+Lando_1977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/SHvmK3Ln-mI/AAAAAAAAADE/l50FBATNTrg/s200/Teta+Lando_1977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223021267152009826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A notícia começou a circular quase uma semana antes do facto ocorrer, desconheço por que razões e com que origem. Felizmente, era falsa. Hoje, a notícia é infelizmente verdadeira: Teta Lando, músico angolano dos mais respeitados do seu país, morreu ontem à tarde num hospital de Paris, onde estava a ser tratado a um cancro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial12"&gt;Presidente desde 2006 da União Nacional dos Artistas e Compositores de Angola, Teta Lando tem um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="arial12"&gt;a carreira de vulto na música angolana desde a década de 1960. Além dos seus trabalhos a solo, participou em discos de colegas seus que se encontravam em Portugal na época, como foram os casos da já desaparecida Lilly Tchiumba, de Vum Vum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="arial12"&gt;ou de Conchinha de Mascarenhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="arial12"&gt;Recordando os primeiros passos do músico, trago aqui o EP &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muzangola&lt;/span&gt; (19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="arial12"&gt;69), de Vum Vum, onde a faixa-título - uma das duas em que Teta Lando entra com a sua guitarra, além de a co-assinar com Vum Vum - é um autêntico manifesto de funk angolano como poucos. Há uns anos, a francesa Ariel de Bigault redescobriu-a e incluiu-a na série de discos "Angola", no volume "Angola 60's - 1956-1970", onde surge, também, o próprio Teta Lando, a solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;1969&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Decca / Valentim de Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;PEP 1297&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/SHvjczsGM-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/AAp5ciIW_o8/s1600-h/Muzangola_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/SHvjczsGM-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/AAp5ciIW_o8/s200/Muzangola_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223018276917228514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Muzangola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Vum Vum - Alberto Teta Lando)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Monami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Euclides Fontes Pereira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Xé-Xé-Xé Kangrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Cyrus da Mata - Vum Vum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Porquê Viver Sem Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Vum Vum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vum Vum&lt;/span&gt; (voz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alberto Teta Lando&lt;/span&gt; (guitarra nas faixas 1 e 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fernando Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (guitarra eléctrica solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luís Duarte&lt;/span&gt; (guitarra baixo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaime Loureiro&lt;/span&gt; (órgão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;José Pinto&lt;/span&gt; (bateria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-5778751219220907495?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5778751219220907495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=5778751219220907495&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/5778751219220907495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/5778751219220907495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2008/07/na-morte-de-teta-lando.html' title='Na morte de Teta Lando'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/SHvmK3Ln-mI/AAAAAAAAADE/l50FBATNTrg/s72-c/Teta+Lando_1977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-3912362224867850725</id><published>2007-12-24T17:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:30:35.917Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo de Carvalho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Tordo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Mendes'/><title type='text'>Operários do Natal - Ainda uma Lembrança, 31 Anos Depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/R2_urQV7gZI/AAAAAAAAACk/2p1z-XZvgf4/s1600-h/Oper%C3%A1rios+do+Natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147595325996499346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/R2_urQV7gZI/AAAAAAAAACk/2p1z-XZvgf4/s200/Oper%C3%A1rios+do+Natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em tempo de Natal, uma recordação com trinta e um anos: o LP "Operários do Natal", de 1976. Editado pela Toma Lá Disco, este disco pode ser visto como um "Só Nós Três" destinado às crianças, já que contava com as vozes de Carlos Mendes, Fernando Tordo e Paulo de Carvalho - autores também de todas as músicas, cabendo os textos à dupla José Carlos Ary dos Santos e Joaquim Pessoa. Pretendendo mostrar as várias profissões ligadas ao Natal, o disco abre e fecha com dois temas antológicos, "Os Pais" e "Os Amigos". Sem se tratar de profissões propriamente ditas, são a base de tudo, e entre elas desfilam os carteiros, os palhaços, os vendedores, o lenhador (nada politicamente correcto), a costureira (hoje já não tanto...) e o pasteleiro. Apesar de pontualmente marcado pela época pós-25 de Abril, raras vezes o público infantil foi tratado com tanta dignidade e enlevo como neste disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre os restantes músicos e convidados, surgem os nomes de Júlio César, Ana Bola, Zé da Ponte, Fernando Fallé e José Luís Simões. Este último, ex-integrantre do Thilo's Combo, é autor dos arranjos de quatro dos temas, ficando os dos outros quatro nas mãos experientes de Joaquim Luiz Gomes - uma das figuras vivas mais importantes da história da música portuguesa no século XX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Infelizmente, este disco continua esquecido na memória do vinil, pelo que com a recente vaga de interesse na música portuguesa de antanho não seria de todo descabido pensar-se na sua reedição! Até lá, um bom Natal, com boa música, para todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-3912362224867850725?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/3912362224867850725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=3912362224867850725&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/3912362224867850725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/3912362224867850725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2007/12/operrios-do-natal-ainda-uma-lembrana-31.html' title='Operários do Natal - Ainda uma Lembrança, 31 Anos Depois'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/R2_urQV7gZI/AAAAAAAAACk/2p1z-XZvgf4/s72-c/Oper%C3%A1rios+do+Natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-5925549336144397028</id><published>2007-11-11T19:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:30:36.165Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petrus Castrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Português'/><title type='text'>"Mestre" em CD ou Portugal Mais Perto de Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/RzdT4L83eHI/AAAAAAAAACE/v9SOwcx5qPo/s1600-h/Mestre_CD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131662525157832818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/RzdT4L83eHI/AAAAAAAAACE/v9SOwcx5qPo/s200/Mestre_CD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Após uma longa pausa neste blog, achei que não devia deixar passar em branco o regresso aos escaparates de &lt;strong&gt;Mestre&lt;/strong&gt;, o primeiro álbum dos Petrus Castrus, pela mão da Companhia Nacional de Música. Com o som brilhantemente remasterizado por José Fortes e com textos interiores de José Castro, Pedro Castro, Nuno Rodrigues, Tito Lívio e também deste vosso escriba, este é um momento de celebração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Retrato de uma época em termos musicais e literários, &lt;strong&gt;Mestre&lt;/strong&gt; constituiu um marco em vários âmbitos. Se por um lado marca a primeira união de monta entre o rock e a literatura portuguesa, por outro beneficiou das condições técnicas de gravação que os estúdios franceses do malogrado compositor Michel Magne situados no Castelo de Hérouville proporcionavam. A Sassetti, casa editora que então acolhia José Mário Branco, Sérgio Godinho e José Jorge Letria, além dos Xarhanga - grupo liderado por Júlio Pereira, que formaria após a sua saída dos Petrus Castrus - apostava então numa verdadeira alternativa à hegemonia da firma Arnaldo Trindade, do Porto, que acolhia o "grosso" dos intérpretes que questionavam o regime. No âmbito do rock, no entanto, distinguia-se de forma bem clara o trabalho do Quarteto 1111, que já desde finais da década de 1960 vinha vendo a sua obra cerceada pela Censura. O surgimento dos Petrus Castrus em 1971 e a edição dos seus dois primeiros EP's - cuja reedição está prevista para 2008 - marca o surgimento em Portugal do rock progressivo. Ainda que numa fase inicial se notasse a transição entre o psicadelismo de finais da década de 1960 e as sonoridades mais caras a esta corrente, &lt;strong&gt;Marasmo&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Tudo Isto, Tudo Mais&lt;/strong&gt; são, com todo o direito, os primeiros pilares do rock progressivo português. &lt;strong&gt;Mestre&lt;/strong&gt;, por seu lado, desenvolve estas ideias de forma igualmente brilhante, constituindo-se como um trabalho que hoje, trinta e cinco anos depois da sua gravação, merece ser redescoberto. Aventuremo-nos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-5925549336144397028?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/5925549336144397028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=5925549336144397028&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/5925549336144397028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/5925549336144397028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2007/11/mestre-em-cd-ou-portugal-mais-perto-de_11.html' title='&quot;Mestre&quot; em CD ou Portugal Mais Perto de Nós'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/RzdT4L83eHI/AAAAAAAAACE/v9SOwcx5qPo/s72-c/Mestre_CD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-4483277415624548659</id><published>2007-06-16T10:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:30:36.343Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filarmónica Fraude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Português'/><title type='text'>Filarmónica Fraude ao Vivo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/RnO06h30WjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ro3nwudfCaQ/s1600-h/Nova+FilarmÃ³nica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076600122594581042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/RnO06h30WjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ro3nwudfCaQ/s320/Nova+Filarm%C3%B3nica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felizmente, não se trata de uma fraude. A Filarmónica Fraude - sob a designação Nova Filarmónica, e agrupando também membros do Coro Canto Firme, de Tomar, e o baixista José Ricardo - vai dar hoje um concerto nos Lagares d'el Rei, na mítica cidade dos Templários. É, sem dúvida, um momento histórico, em que vão estar presentes António Luís Linhares de Sousa (teclas), Júlio Patrocínio (bateria) e António Antunes da Silva (voz, guitarra), todos da formação original. José Ricardo (guitarra baixo), que fez parte dos Pedra e Cal, projecto por onde passou Linhares de Sousa em meados da década de 1970, é um dos instigadores desta reunião e vai integrar a formação que se apresentará ao vivo hoje. A expectativa é grande, até porque Linhares de Sousa (mais conhecido actualmente como António de Sousa) não esconde o seu entusiasmo em relação a possíveis novas composições. Para já, para já, todos os caminhos vão dar a Tomar. Vemo-nos por lá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-4483277415624548659?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4483277415624548659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=4483277415624548659&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/4483277415624548659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/4483277415624548659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2007/06/filarmnica-fraude-ao-vivo.html' title='Filarmónica Fraude ao Vivo?'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/RnO06h30WjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ro3nwudfCaQ/s72-c/Nova+Filarm%C3%B3nica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-4270635599583905265</id><published>2007-04-25T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:30:36.556Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conjunto João Paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Português'/><title type='text'>Na Morte de João Paulo Agrela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/Ri8jMgvneQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mlt3StPvStU/s1600-h/JoÃ£o+Paulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057299604415412482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/Ri8jMgvneQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mlt3StPvStU/s320/Jo%C3%A3o+Paulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A notícia era esperada, mas nunca nos conformamos quando ela chega de facto: João Paulo Agrela, teclista e compositor do Conjunto João Paulo, morreu esta Segunda-Feira. Nascido em 1942, no Funchal, foi graças ao grupo que tinha o seu nome que se tornou conhecido em todo o país nas décadas de 1960 e 1970. Ao longo de uma carreira invulgarmente longa para o Portugal de então - formado em 1962, o Conjunto João Paulo só terminaria em 1979 - vários foram os temas de sucesso na sua discografia. Desde "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hully Gully do Montanhês&lt;/span&gt;" até "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Milena (a da Praia)&lt;/span&gt;" passando por "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sue-Lin a Minha Chinesa&lt;/span&gt;" ou "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nunca Direi Adeus&lt;/span&gt;" (que ficaria em 2º lugar no Festival da Canção de 1966), para não falar das inúmeras versões das canções francesas, italianas e anglo-americanas que nos fizeram acreditar que Londres ou a Califórnia estavam mais próximos, a obra do Conjunto João Paulo é um riquíssimo manancial artístico-cultural que urge redescobrir. Acompanhando as tendências musicais de então, o grupo aventurou-se sem preconceitos no rock psicadélico e produziu alguns dos temas mais belos da época, na recta final da década de 1960 e até 1972 (na sequência de um hiato de mais de um ano, devido ao cumprimento do serviço militar). Com efeito, as composições editadas entre 1970 e 1972, fase em que aos membros fundadores Sérgio Borges (voz), Carlos Alberto Gomes (guitarra), Ângelo Moura (baixo) e João Paulo Agrela (teclas) se juntaram José Manuel Fonseca (sopros) e Adrien Ransy (bateria), ambos provenientes do Quinteto Académico + 2, mostram que o grupo se manteve durante vários anos no pico da criatividade. Exemplos disso mesmo são "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;O Salto&lt;/span&gt;" (escrita por João Paulo, Sérgio Borges e Carlos Alberto Gomes) e "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Serei um Dia o Mar&lt;/span&gt;" (um poema de Gualdino Rodrigues para música de João Paulo), dois temas deste músico que bem merecia ser mais conhecido hoje em dia, e que a morte levou cedo demais. Lá nos encontraremos, no "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Paul da Serra&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-4270635599583905265?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/4270635599583905265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=4270635599583905265&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/4270635599583905265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/4270635599583905265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2007/04/na-morte-de-joo-paulo-agrela.html' title='Na Morte de João Paulo Agrela'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/Ri8jMgvneQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mlt3StPvStU/s72-c/Jo%C3%A3o+Paulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-116824397257799516</id><published>2007-01-08T08:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:28:19.137+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarteto 1111'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema Português'/><title type='text'>"O Cerco" reeditado em DVD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/298/1661/1600/622713/O%20Cerco_DVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/298/1661/320/906064/O%20Cerco_DVD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saiu recentemente em DVD o filme "O Cerco", de António da Cunha Telles, o que é algo de histórico no nosso país e, portanto, digno de realce. Como já tinha chamado aqui a atenção num outro post, a grande maioria do cinema português encontra-se "encerrada" nos cofres da memória (ou do ANIM, o que sempre é um pouco melhor...), e então quando chegamos ao chamado "cinema novo" o panorama é mesmo desanimador. Mas pelas mãos da produtora Animatógrafo 2, da filha de António da Cunha Telles, e da Costa do Castelo, temos finalmente no mercado "O Cerco". Filme premiado na altura, e com um enredo desafiador do status quo da moral burguesa e conservadora, não pode também deixar de merecer destaque a banda sonora. Se, por um lado, há a música de António Victorino d'Almeida, com um tema recorrente em que surge o saxofone solo de Vítor Santos (ex-Thilo's Combo), por outro há as canções originais do Quarteto 1111, que surgem nas cenas de discoteca e que tão interessantes as tornam. É curioso notar a escolha da língua francesa, já que em disco nunca o grupo de José Cid gravou nessa língua, tendo apenas escrito "La Mansarde" e "Emporte-Moi Loin d'Ici" para Tonicha, em 1968. A excelência das composições do grupo (nem outra coisa seria de esperar) faz mais uma vez pensar: para quando a edição da integral da obra do Quarteto 1111? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-116824397257799516?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/116824397257799516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=116824397257799516&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/116824397257799516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/116824397257799516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-cerco-reeditado-em-dvd.html' title='&quot;O Cerco&quot; reeditado em DVD'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-116176023160284576</id><published>2006-10-25T08:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:30:36.711Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conjunto João Paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Português'/><title type='text'>De Novo com...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/Ri88uAvneRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rUuFpeHPwUU/s1600-h/De+Novo+Com+JoÃ£o+Paulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057327667731724562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/Ri88uAvneRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rUuFpeHPwUU/s320/De+Novo+Com+Jo%C3%A3o+Paulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para marcar o "regresso" deste blog, achei por bem trazer aqui um pedaço do legado do Conjunto João Paulo. "De Novo com João Paulo e o Seu Conjunto Académico" é o título do 2º EP do grupo, publicado em 1965, e acompanhava o sucesso crescente do então sexteto madeirense. Donos de uma carreira sempre em evolução e crescimento musical, que soube adaptar-se às correntes de então com um talento ímpar, mostram-nos aqui três versões e um excelente original, "Chove". Este último, o primeiro tema próprio da sua carreira, é uma prova cabal das excelentes potencialidades vocais de Sérgio Borges, com momentos mais agressivos e outros mais melancólicos a alternarem-se de forma perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;1965&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Columbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;SLEM 2206&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. It's Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Roy Orbison - Dees)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Chove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Sérgio Borges - Carlos Alberto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Se Mi Vuoi Lasciare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Leva - Giampiero Reverberi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Greenback Dollar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Hoyt Axton - Ramsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Capa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De cima para baixo, no sentido contrário ao dos ponteiros do relógio: Rui Brasão, João Paulo, Carlos Alberto, José Gualberto, Ângelo Moura e Sérgio Borges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-116176023160284576?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/116176023160284576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=116176023160284576&amp;isPopup=true' title='179 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/116176023160284576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/116176023160284576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/10/de-novo-com.html' title='De Novo com...'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L3riSxX4Fp8/Ri88uAvneRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rUuFpeHPwUU/s72-c/De+Novo+Com+Jo%C3%A3o+Paulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>179</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114910806811380463</id><published>2006-05-31T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:30:01.002+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Gomes Ferreira'/><title type='text'>José Gomes Ferreira e a Música Portuguesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Jos??"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Jos%3F%3F%20Gomes%20Ferreira2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ouvi há dias algumas músicas do século XVIII português gravadas pela Fundação Gulbenkian e fiquei atónito com tanta beleza, até hoje secreta, guardada a sete chaves em arquivos de traças.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Estranho país este!, de parvos, de imbecis, de analfabetos, de fanáticos, de pitosgas, de torquemadas covardes... mas em que existiram sempre, através dos séculos, meia dúzia de artistas de eleição a fazerem versos, a pintarem, a escreverem música (sim, até música!) para ninguém!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ouviram? PARA NINGUÉM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lisboa, 12 de Abril de 1967&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dias Comuns II&lt;/span&gt;, "A Idade do Malogro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O escritor José Gomes Ferreira (1900 - 1985) foi, na sua juventude e primeira idade adulta, um compositor de talento. Algumas das peças que compôs nas décadas de 1910 e 1920 foram, aliás, dadas a conhecer ao público de hoje em dia através de apresentações públicas nas cidades do Porto e de Lisboa por ocasião das comemorações do centenário do seu nascimento. Assim, é curioso registar este curto mas contundente testemunho. Que sirva para a reflexão tão necessária sobre o projecto cultural que pretendemos para Portugal! Só com uma mudança a nível cultural e de atitudes poderemos almejar progressos efectivos e eficazes a outros níveis. Poeta militante, hoje e sempre, estás entre nós!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114910806811380463?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114910806811380463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114910806811380463&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114910806811380463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114910806811380463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/05/jos-gomes-ferreira-e-msica-portuguesa.html' title='José Gomes Ferreira e a Música Portuguesa'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114715606098432830</id><published>2006-05-09T07:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:30:45.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarteto 1111'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Português'/><title type='text'>Psicadelismo Magrebino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Q1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Q1111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em 1968, é publicado o primeiro single do Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uarteto 1111, depois de uma carreira iniciada no ano anterior com o histórico EP &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Lenda de El-Rei D. Sebastião&lt;/span&gt;. A este disco, tinham-se seguido outros dois de igual formato e, tal como o primeiro, fervilhantes de criatividade e originalidade nas propostas musicais que apresentavam. O rock psicadélico que abraçava todo o mundo parecia, assim, estender-se plenamente a Portugal. Não que o Quarteto 1111 fosse caso único - outros exemplos havia nesses anos de 1967 e 1968, como a Banda 4, os Chinchilas, o Conjunto Hi-Fi, o Conjunto João Paulo, os Ekos, o Grupo 5, os Jets, o Quinteto Académico, os Sheiks, os Tubarões ou os cantores Daniel e Nuno Filipe, citando só os mais importantes - mas representava, sem sombra de dúvida, a consciencialização mais encorpada desta tendência musica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;l no nosso país. Posteriormente, surgiriam outros grupos de semelhante valia, mas em 1968 só o Quarteto 1111 poderia arriscar "lançar às feras" uma composição como &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ababilah.&lt;/span&gt; Lado B de &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Meu Irmão&lt;/span&gt; - uma canção de contornos mais "canónicos" e alvo, aliás, de versões por parte de José Cheta (em 1972) e dos Irmãos Catita (em 2002) - este tema é uma viagem àcida às terras do norte de África, oferecendo uma panóplia de sons distintos e estranhos à música ocidental. Instrumentos exóticos, processos que em tudo se assemelham - à nossa modesta escala - aos utilizados por George Martin e pelos Beatles em &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tomorrow Never Knows&lt;/span&gt; (1966), vozes imperceptíveis, experimentação jazzística - tudo isto se conjuga para a criação de uma obra musical fora de série. Infelizmente, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ababilah&lt;/span&gt; tem andado arredado de todas as edições em CD da obra do Quarteto 1111 - aguardemos, pois o futuro poderá reservar-nos ainda surpresas, já que para o ano se come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;moram os 40 anos de &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Lenda de El-Rei D. Sebastião&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Meu%20Irm??o"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Meu%20Irm%3F%3Fo%20-%201%3F%3F%20Edi%3F%3F%3F%3Fo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;1968&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Columbia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;/ Valentim de Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;45 ML 244&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Meu Irmão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(José Cid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Ababilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Quarteto 1111)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;José Cid&lt;/span&gt; (voz, teclas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span 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Magrebino'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114592871332347316</id><published>2006-04-25T02:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:08:30.484Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen'/><title type='text'>25 de Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Sophia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Sophia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta é a madrugada que eu esperava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O dia inicial inteiro e limpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Onde emergimos da noite e do silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E livres habitamos a substância do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/strong&gt; (1919 - 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114592871332347316?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114542763542468865</id><published>2006-04-19T06:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:32:56.727+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thilo&apos;s Combo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Português'/><title type='text'>O Combo de Thilo Krasmann</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Thilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Thilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se fosse vivo, Thilo Krasmann teria feito 73 anos no passado dia 16 de Abril. Figura tutelar na criação de uma música pop em Portugal e orquestrador de mérito de grandes intérpretes da canção ligeira portuguesa, o seu nome ficou ligado na década de 1960 ao Thilo's Combo. Este conjunto era inicialmente formado por si, no contrabaixo, por José Luís Simões (guitarra eléctrica), por Enrique Peiró Jr. (piano), por Fernando Rueda (bateria) e por Vítor Santos (saxofone). Rueda, músico conhecido no meio do jazz lisboeta, rapidamente passaria a assumir também funções de vocalista, e chegaria mesmo a gravar a solo com o acompanhamento do grupo, vindo depois a formar o seu próprio conjunto, Rueda + 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Garota%20de%20Ipanema_bissaide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Garota%20de%20Ipanema_bissaide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com as suas diversas formações, o Thilo's Combo gravou 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;scos (quase todos EP's, sendo apenas um deles single), mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; são bem mais os que gravou com outros a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rtistas. Desde Simone de Oliveira ao Duo Ouro Negro, passando por João Maria Tudella ou Paula Ribas, muitos foram, de facto, os bafejados com o toque de modernidade que o grupo representou durante grande parte da década de 1960. O seu papel seria, aliás, semelhante àquele que o Quarteto 1111 viria a assumir na viragem desta década para a de 1970 e nos primeiros anos dela, numa época em que a estética psicadélica imperava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Infelizmente, a era digital apenas conheceu reedições pontuais de composições do Thilo's Combo, estando ainda por publicar uma antologia exaustiva que recolha a totalidade do legado deste grupo seminal da pop portuguesa de antanho. Aquando da morte de Thilo Krasmann, em 2004, essa ideia chegou a ser sugerida na imprensa, mas nada se fez ainda. Talvez em 2007, data em que se comemoram os 45 anos da formação do conjunto e simultaneamente da edição do seu primeiro disco, este projecto possa finalmente ver a luz do dia - pelo que a música portuguesa deve a Thilo Krasmann, bem que isso deveria acontecer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114542763542468865?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114542763542468865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114542763542468865&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114542763542468865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114542763542468865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-combo-de-thilo-krasmann.html' title='O Combo de Thilo Krasmann'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114361281598790893</id><published>2006-03-29T06:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:33:33.345+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mário Viegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Mário Viegas Total</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/O%20Oper??rio"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/O%20Oper%3F%3Frio%20em%20Constru%3F%3F%3F%3Fo%20bissaide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem tive uma grata notícia: através do jornal Público, vai ser dado à estampa um trabalho da autoria de José Niza que compila em 12 volumes a carreira e a vida de um dos grandes actores portugueses da segunda metade do séc. XX. Falo de Mário Viegas, que, dez anos após a sua morte, tem assim direito a uma homenagem - póstuma... - de grande valor e onde a qualidade da investigação se encontra aliada ao saber e às vivências do Homem e Músico que é José Niza. No entanto, há ainda algo mais que não deverá fazer ninguém perder esta colecção: com cada livro, surgirá um CD que recupera a discografia completa de Mário Viegas. Esta, gravada na sua quase totalidade para a etiqueta Orfeu, de Arnaldo Trindade, iniciou-se em 1969 - com o EP &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mário Viegas Diz Poemas&lt;/span&gt;, onde o declamador é acompanhado musicalmente por Fernando Martins - e conheceu o seu derradeiro momento em 1990, com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Poemas de Bibe: Grande Poesia Portuguesa Escolhida Para os Mais Pequenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - um trabalho publicado pela UPAV e co-assinado pela também actriz Manuela de Freitas. Entre um e outro, ficam recriações históricas de grandes poetas portugueses, como Daniel Filipe, Mário Cesariny, Fernando Pessoa, Almada Negreiros, Eugénio de Andrade, Manuel Alegre, António Gedeão, Alexandre O'Neill e tantos outros; e de alguns estrangeiros, como Bertolt Brecht ou Vinicius de Moraes. É de realçar que nesta colecção se compilam, também, gravações inéditas, que por razões de ordem vária não foram publicadas no seu tempo. De fora, ficaram apenas as participações&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Marginal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (1981), de Luís Cília, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cantos da Borda d'Água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (1984), de Pedro Barroso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Lavrar em Teu Peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (1985), de Janita Salomé, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Corsária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (1988), de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Né Ladeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - que, a meu ver, deveriam ter sido incluídas nesta integral - além de participações menos significativas em discos d&lt;/span&gt;e Júlio Pereira e de Shila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Impossível perder. Impossível passar ao lado. Mário Viegas continua vivo na sua arte de &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;diseur&lt;/span&gt; e esta homenagem de José Niza e do jornal Público vem provar a todos isso mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Rifão Quotidiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uma nêspera&lt;br /&gt;estava na cama&lt;br /&gt;deitada&lt;br /&gt;muito calada&lt;br /&gt;a ver&lt;br /&gt;o que acontecia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chegou a Velha&lt;br /&gt;e disse&lt;br /&gt;olha uma nêspera&lt;br /&gt;e zás comeu-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o que acontece&lt;br /&gt;às nêsperas&lt;br /&gt;que ficam deitadas&lt;br /&gt;caladas&lt;br /&gt;a esperar&lt;br /&gt;o que acontece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mário-Henrique Leiria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;in "Novos Contos do Gin", Lisboa, Editorial Estampa, 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114361281598790893?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114361281598790893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114361281598790893&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114361281598790893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114361281598790893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/03/mrio-viegas-total.html' title='Mário Viegas Total'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114264192673939528</id><published>2006-03-17T22:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:33:57.246+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Alberto Vidal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Português'/><title type='text'>A primeira vida de Carlos Alberto Vidal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Foto%201973.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Foto%201973.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Conhecido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;da generalidade do público através da personagem de Avô &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cantigas - que comemorá 25 anos em 2007 - o cantor, actor e músico Carlos Alberto Vidal tem uma carreira cujo ponto de partida discográfico foi o já longínquo ano de 1973. Com efeito, a sua estreia ocorreu com o single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As Filhas da Tia Anica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;, uma composição cuja letra de contestação social é magnificamente servida por arranjos inspirados de José Calvário, publicado pela Imavox. No ano seguinte, chegava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bom Dia, Senhor Alberto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;, que seguia a linha temática da sua antecessora. Ambo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;s os discos apresentavam no lado B baladas com aproximações a um universo rock. Seria, no entanto, em 1976 que Carlos Alberto Vidal teria oportunidade de mostrar de forma cabal os seus talentos - e que talentos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Changri-Lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; é um dos trabalhos mais válidos e meritórios de toda a história do rock português, publicado ainda sob a alçada do contrato com a Imavox. Abrindo com a canção-título, onde a voz de Vidal nos mostra a raiva e a doçura em momentos distintos, merecem destaque as prestações de Necas (bateria), Nuno Pimentel (teclas) e Fern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;ando Correia Martins (guitarras). O disco segue com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Venho por Cristo Dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; - que confirma lírica e musicalmente a temática mística de todo o álbum e onde encontramos os sopros de Rui Cardoso - e, entre outras, com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emanuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; - com um toque africano no final, sendo a voz novamente um elemento de grande equilíbrio musical - e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O Meu Nome Somos Nós (Maharaj-Ji)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; - apenas e tão só uma das mais belas canções rock feitas em Portugal, com um refrão de antologia. No lado B do LP podemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;s ainda encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Luísa Vai para a Escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;, toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; ela delicadeza e com uns toques honky-tonk a lembrar o jardim de infância que escutamos ao longe, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, um tema ao piano da autoria de Nuno Pimentel e que constitui o brilhante final para este trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Mosaico_CAV_bissaide.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Mosaico_CAV_bissaide.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Mosaico_CAV_bissaide.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Publicado u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;m ano antes da estre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ia em longa-duração dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tantra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Changri-Lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; é um pequeno pedaço da história desse gigante desconhecido que é o rock português pré-1980. Embora musicalmente se aproxime bastante das fórmulas do rock progressivo de então - sendo, aliás, dos trabalhos mais sólidos feitos em Portugal nessa área - apenas encontramos alguns ecos do mesmo nas incursões igualmente místicas do grupo de Manuel Cardoso e António José de Almeida. Ninguém mais, no Portugal de então, conseguia romper a difícil barreira das editoras discográficas e apresentar trabalhos desta envergadura. Não podemos esquecer, aliás, que durante os anos de 1977 e 1978 o grupo Perspectiva, de Tó Pinheiro da Silva, lutava pela edição de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;A Quinta Parte do Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, um trabalho de que, como disse António A. Duarte no seu seminal ensaio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;A Arte Eléctrica de Ser Português - 25 Anos de Rock 'n Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, todos nos orgulharíamos hoje em dia conquanto dele nos recordássemos... Mas, face a essa impossibilidade, oiçam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Changri-Lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; e deleitem-se com os mistérios e maravilhas que este disco tem para oferecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114264192673939528?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114264192673939528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114264192673939528&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114264192673939528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114264192673939528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/03/primeira-vida-de-carlos-alberto-vidal.html' title='A primeira vida de Carlos Alberto Vidal'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114220140264111470</id><published>2006-03-12T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:34:56.704+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarteto 1111'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Jorge Letria'/><title type='text'>Cantando Pessoas Vivas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/A%20Arte%20de%20Armar_bissaide.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/A%20Arte%20de%20Armar_bissaide.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em finais de 1974 foi publicado o último LP gravado pelo Quarteto 1111, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Onde, Quando, Como, Porquê, Cantamos Pessoas Vivas - Obra-Ensaio de José Cid&lt;/span&gt;, preenchido por uma composição única que ocupava os dois lados do vinil. Musicalmente, o grupo nunca tinha soado tão próximo do rock progressivo de uns King Crimson ou das tendências mais folk de uns Renaissance, com José Cid e os seus companheiros a construirem harmonias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ora mais violentas ora mais doces. Se já em trabalhos anteriores o Quarteto 1111 comprovara que a sua escrita e competência musical podia abarcar sem problemas estes extremos, é preciso talento de sobra para construir uma obra de trinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Onde,%20Quando,%20Como,%20Porqu??,"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Onde%2C%20Quando%2C%20Como%2C%20Porqu%3F%3F%2C%20Cantamos%20Pessoas%20Vivas_bissaide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; minutos em que não é dada qualquer trégua aos instrumentos (nem ao ouvinte, refira-se). Para isso contribui inegavelmente a qualidade dos textos poéticos musicados, na sua maioria de José Cid. No entanto, um deles é uma adaptação de um poema de José Jorge Letria publicado no início desse mesmo ano de 1974 em &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Arte de Armar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que aqui proponho, pois, é um simples exercício de comparação entre os dois textos. Apesar de as diferenças não serem em quantidade, não deixam de ser curiosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;É Por Aqui Que Se Começa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cantamos Pessoas Vivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;É por aqui que se começa:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;É por aqui que se começa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pelas palavras simples&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;................................................ &lt;/span&gt;Pelas palavras simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pelas pessoas vivas&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.......................................................&lt;/span&gt;Recusando a amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Recusando a amargura&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;................................................ &lt;/span&gt;Nas margens do poema&lt;br /&gt;Nas margens do poema&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;................................................&lt;/span&gt;Pelas pessoas vivas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por aqui que se com&lt;/span&gt;eça&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...........................................&lt;/span&gt;É aqui que se começa&lt;br /&gt;Pela ânsia de respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pela fúria de começar&lt;br /&gt;Com a voz em liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Com a voz em liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Sem estilhaços no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sem muralhas no olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cantando pessoas vivas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por aqui que se começa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;É por aqui que se começa&lt;br /&gt;Pela fúria de começar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pela fúria de começar&lt;br /&gt;Usando palavras simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Usando palavras simples&lt;br /&gt;Cantando pessoas vivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cantando pessoas vivas&lt;br /&gt;Mãos fechadas rente ao mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ensinando-as a pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois de começar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;....................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;E depois de começar&lt;br /&gt;Embarcamos na canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Embarcamos na canção&lt;br /&gt;Sem pompas nem grandezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sem pompas nem grandezas&lt;br /&gt;recusando a salvação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Com o povo no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para isso serve a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;P'ra isso serve a canção&lt;br /&gt;Navalha de corpo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Navalha de corpo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Para dar o golpe certeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;P'ra dar o golpe certeiro&lt;br /&gt;Em quem lhe nega a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Em quem lhes nega a razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabar também é simples;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;....................................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Acabar também é simples&lt;br /&gt;Mais simples que começar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mais simples do que começar&lt;br /&gt;Desenhamos um país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Desenhamos um país&lt;br /&gt;Com o máximo rigor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Com o máximo rigor&lt;br /&gt;Sem pessoas nem fronteiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sem pessoas nem fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;E pomos-lhe no centro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;E pomos-lhe lá dentro&lt;br /&gt;As palavras derradeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Palavras certeiras&lt;br /&gt;Para isso serve a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cantando pessoas vivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Para vencer a confusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;É por aqui que se termina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pelas palavras simples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;P'ra isso serve a canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Defininindo a situação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cantando pessoas vivas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[versão publicada em livro]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[versão gravada em disco]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114215101608847818</id><published>2006-03-11T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:36:02.795+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarteto 1111'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canção Ligeira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simone de Oliveira'/><title type='text'>Simone - Os Primeiros Passos (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Após ter perdido a voz, em 1969, Simone de Oliveira passa a trabalhar na rádio e só em 1972 volta ao mundo da canção. Curiosamente, fê-lo pela mão de José Cid e do Quarteto 1111, confirmando a sua vontade de mudança de repertório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em Novembro de 1972, data da publicação deste disco, o Quarteto 1111 era constituído por José Cid, António Moniz Pereira, Tozé Brito e Michel, e encontrava-se sem novos lançamentos no mercado desde o Verão do ano anterior. Esse compasso de espera terminou com &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sabor a Povo&lt;/span&gt;, um single que quer no tema-título quer em &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Uma Nova Maneira de Encarar o Mundo&lt;/span&gt; anunciava já o som dos Green Windows. No entanto, as colaborações com outros artistas abundavam, como é o caso do disco de Simone que dá o mote a este texto, e nos mesmos dias em que é lançado o EP &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Glória, Glória Aleluia&lt;/span&gt;, são também editados trabalhos onde José Cid intervém ao nível da direcção musical - um EP de Vittorio Santos - e da composição - curiosamente, um single com a versão de Tonicha para &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Glória, Glória, Aleluia&lt;/span&gt;, que a cantora levou ao Festival Ibero-Americano de Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O disco de regresso de Simone conta assim com duas canções já divulgadas anteriormente - o tema-título e &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Retrospectiva&lt;/span&gt;, uma melancólica balada que fora editada no EP &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Camarada&lt;/span&gt;, de José Cid, nesse mesmo ano de 1972 - e com uma original, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hino do Amor&lt;/span&gt;. Não sendo um trabalho o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;usado a nível de arranjos musicais - nem tal se pretenderia, aliás - estamos perante um sólido conjunto de canções a que Simone de Oliveira oferece a sua voz agora quente e densa e em que chegamos a ter momentos de rock bem interessantes - precisamente em &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hino do Amor&lt;/span&gt;, em que o grupo não deixa os seus talentos por mãos alheias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Gl??ria,"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Gl%3F%3Fria%2C%20Gl%3F%3Fria%20Aleluia_bissaide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;1972&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Decca / Valentim de Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;PEP 1422&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Glória, Glória Aleluia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(José Cid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Hino do Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(José Cid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Retrospectiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;José Cid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Simone de Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; (voz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Quarteto 1111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; (acompanhamento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span 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(3)'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114203989026499836</id><published>2006-03-10T11:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:36:55.913+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quarteto 1111'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival RTP da Canção'/><title type='text'>Memórias do Festival RTP da Canção (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de não haver paralelismo possível entre a importância e a repercussão pública do Festival da Canção dos dias de hoje e os realizados nas décadas de 1960, 1970 e 1980, não é novidade que a canção vencedora origine controvérsia e se reúna um número saudável de vozes que protestam contra a escolha. Na edição deste ano, que terminou há minutos, ficaram para trás concorrentes que poderiam chamar a atenção no Festival da Eurovisão, a realizar em Maio, pelo colorido, alegria e qualidade das canções - casos de &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bem Mais Além&lt;/span&gt;, pelos Mariafolia (com letra de António Pinho, ainda ontem aqui representado com um texto da saudosa Banda do Casaco), e de &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sei Quem Sou (Portugal)&lt;/span&gt;, por Vânia Oliveira. A pateada à anódina canção vencedora trouxe-me à memória a declaração que Cândido Mota proferiu aos microfones do Rádio Clube Português a 6 de Março de 1968, após a vitória de Carlos Mendes, com &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Verão&lt;/span&gt;, no 5º Festival RTP da Canção:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"(...) apurou-se como representante do nosso País para um festival in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ternacional uma canção que, de portuguesa, só tem o revestimento. Reflecte ela a procura desmesurada e cega de um som que se usa, que se consome. Aproveitou-se uma cadência rítmica que nos é estranha. (...) Uma acentuação melódica dos safanões para lhe dar um tom de pseudomodernidade (...), depois o intérprete encarregou-se de utilizar todos os tiques que constituem a débil encenação que se pretendeu montar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cândido Mota terminaria a sua alocução frisando as qualidades de &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Balada para D. Inês&lt;/span&gt;, o tema que José Cid levou à edição de 1968 do certame e com que arrecadaria a 3ª posição (ultrapassado apenas por Tonicha). Publicada no segundo EP do Quarteto 1111, esta canção - como &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Lenda de El-Rei D. Sebastião&lt;/span&gt;, de inspiração histórica - era servida por excelentes arranjos orquestrais de Joaquim Luiz Gomes (figura incontornável da música ligeira portuguesa e autor de algumas obras menos divulgadas no ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mpo da música erudita, hoje com 90 anos de idade) e era precisamente a canção de abertura do disco. Nas outras três composições apresentadas, confirmava-se a filiação psicadélica do grupo, bem patente em &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Partindo-se&lt;/span&gt; (sobre texto de João Roiz de Castelo Branco, compilado no &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cancioneiro Geral de Garcia de Resende&lt;/span&gt;) ou na singeleza folk de &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Vale da Ilusão&lt;/span&gt; (um tema baseado em textos Bíblicos). &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dragão&lt;/span&gt;, regravado em 1971 no primeiro LP a solo de José Cid, continha já os gérmenes das letras vincadamente contestárias que o grupo apresentaria ao longo de toda a sua carreira. Das canções aqui presentes, apenas &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Vale da Ilusão&lt;/span&gt; não conheceu ainda reedição em formato digital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalizando, desejo, obviamente, os maiores sucessos para &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Coisas de Nada&lt;/span&gt;, pelas Nonstop, no Festival da Eurovisão 2006, em Atenas. Seria bom que a opinião do público português e a dos presentes na sala se visse contrariada pela do júri europeu! Mas, depois de Lúcia Moniz e do seu sexto lugar em 1996, em Oslo, não me parece que o futuro nos traga surpresas positivas a esse nível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Balada%20Para%20D%20Ines_bissaide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Balada%20Para%20D%20Ines_bissaide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;1968&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Columbia / Valentim de Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;SLEM 2304&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Balada Para D. Inês&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(José Cid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Partindo-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(João Roiz de Castelo Branco / José Cid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Vale da Ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Jorge Moniz Pereira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Dragão&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Jorge Moniz Pereira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;José Cid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; (voz, teclas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;António Moniz Pereira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (guitarra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;, Jorge Moniz Pereira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (guitarra baixo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Michel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (bateria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Joaquim Luiz Gomes&lt;/span&gt; (direcção de orquestra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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(1)'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114194190187370277</id><published>2006-03-09T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:37:24.757+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banda do Casaco'/><title type='text'>País: Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Conquilhas_bissaide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Conquilhas_bissaide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por aqui andam diabinhos à solta&lt;br /&gt;Com corninhos e rabinhos e falinhas de paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui andam bruxinhas em volta&lt;br /&gt;Esvoaçando cavalgando em vassourinhas sem juízo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal, nove milhões de humanos&lt;br /&gt;País de florestas e de rios&lt;br /&gt;De montanhas e de praias&lt;br /&gt;De adufes fraitas e tambores&lt;br /&gt;País de províncias, distritos e concelhos&lt;br /&gt;De freguesias de cidades vilas e aldeias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal de capital Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;É pena capital pena seres apenas&lt;br /&gt;A cabeçorra gigantesca e mal pensante&lt;br /&gt;Que nasce entre as pernas do Tejo&lt;br /&gt;É pena capital pena que em ti&lt;br /&gt;Se escrevam os livros da incultura&lt;br /&gt;Que em ti se diga a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Em bocas libertinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal&lt;br /&gt;País fardado à força&lt;br /&gt;País forçado à farda&lt;br /&gt;País fadado à forca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Portugal, nove milhões de humanos&lt;br /&gt;País de florestas e de rios&lt;br /&gt;De montanhas e de praias&lt;br /&gt;De adufes fraitas e tambores&lt;br /&gt;País de províncias, distritos e concelhos&lt;br /&gt;De freguesias de cidades vilas e aldeias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(texto de António Pinho para uma composição musical de Nuno Rodrigues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje há conquilhas, amanhã não sabemos. Por isso, hoje aqui fica a letra de uma das muitas excelentes canções que a Banda do Casaco nos legou, sem mais perlengas. Infelizmente, pertence a um dos seus dois trabalhos de longa-duração que nunca viu reedição em CD - o outro é &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Contos da Barbearia&lt;/span&gt;, de 1978. A ficha técnica desta música é a seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miguel Coelho (violino)&lt;br /&gt;Celso de Carvalho (stylofone, palmas)&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Barreto (baixo eléctrico)&lt;br /&gt;Tó Pinheiro da Silva (guitarra eléctrica, flauta)&lt;br /&gt;Nuno Rodrigues (voz, guitarra acústica, palmas)&lt;br /&gt;António Pinho (palmas)&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela Schaaf (voz, palmas)&lt;br /&gt;Rão Kyao (saxofone tenor, palmas)&lt;br /&gt;Necas (bateria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114194190187370277?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114194190187370277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114194190187370277&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114194190187370277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114194190187370277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/03/pas-portugal.html' title='País: Portugal'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114186049275279215</id><published>2006-03-08T22:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:37:58.363+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='António de Macedo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema Português'/><title type='text'>O Percurso Singular de António de Macedo (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Ant??nio"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Ant%3F%3Fnio%20de%20Macedo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seria interessante aproveitar os 75 anos de António de Macedo (que o realizador cumprirá em Julho próximo) para proceder a uma iniciativa de monta e digna do cinema português: disponibilizar a integral da obra deste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cineasta, detentor de um dos percursos mais idiossincráticos de toda a história da Sétima Arte nacional. Desde &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Os%20Abismos%20da%20Meia-Noite%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Os%20Abismos%20da%20Meia-Noite%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Primeira Mensagem&lt;/span&gt; (1961) até &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Chá Forte com Limão&lt;/span&gt; (1993) muito há, decerto, por descobrir nos seus filmes, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; muito público haverá interessado em neles se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; descobrir. António de Macedo teve sucessos de bilheteira - recorde-se &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Promessa&lt;/span&gt; (1972) ou o abaixo referido &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Os Abismos da Meia-Noite&lt;/span&gt; (1983) - e muitas vezes foi malvisto por isso mesmo. Igual argumento emprega, aliás, António-Pedro Vasconcelos para criticar a falta de oportunidades que teve na sua carreira pós-&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;O Lugar do Morto&lt;/span&gt; (1984). No entanto, o rigor que António de Macedo sempre manifestou no tratamento estético dos seus filmes e a riqueza e diversidade dos mesmos fazem com que seja quase um acto criminoso - e Jorge Leitão Ramos já o referiu em crónica no Expresso - que a totalidade da sua obra se encontre arredada de edição comercial em DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Os%20Abismos%20da%20Meia-Noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Os%20Abismos%20da%20Meia-Noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Os Abismos da Meia-Noite&lt;/span&gt; (1983) estreou-se em Portugal a 27 de Janeiro de 1984, contando com prestações dos actores Helena Isabel, Rui Mendes, Eugénia Bettencourt, Márcia Breia, Virgílio Castelo, Manuel Cavaco e António Assunção, entre outros. Com fotografia de Elso Roque e música original de António de Sousa Dias (editada, aliás, em disco pela Fotossonoro nesse ano de 1984), o filme, que abordava temáticas ligadas à mitologia popular, chegou ainda a ser editado em formato VHS pela empresa Imaginação. Neste momento encontra-se indisponível no mercado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Irene, agente duma companhia de seguros, é encarregada de investigar o desaparecimento de um velho bibliotecário, numa cidade cidade de província. No decurso das suas averiguações, trava conhecimento com Ricardo, professor de História, que conhecia a vítima e se interessa pelas tradições lendárias da região. Assim, Irene toma conhecimento de um antiquíssimo castelo medieval - cuja entrada secreta se abre, misteriosamente, na noite de Natal, durante as doze badaladas da meia-noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(fonte: http://www.amordeperdicao.pt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span 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(1)'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114177814325938882</id><published>2006-03-07T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:38:36.905+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canção Ligeira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simone de Oliveira'/><title type='text'>Simone - Os Primeiros Passos (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imediatamente antes do disco que aqui apresentei de Simone há dias, a Rádio Triunfo publicara uma colectânea em que à nova artista se juntavam Maria de Lourdes Resende, Rui de Mascarenhas e Anita Guerreiro. Apesar de todos eles serem já nomes mais ou menos estabelecidos no panorama musical de então, Anita Guerreiro - conhecida do público actual como actriz de televisão - era a que mais próxima estava da geração de Simone de Oliveira. Assim, esta era a oportunidade de juntar duas vozes consagradas com outras duas de brilho mais recente, julgando assim a editora agradar a gregos e troianos. Por outro lado, o pop rock ainda não conquistara as editoras portuguesas, apesar de dentro de poucos meses (em 1959 ainda e em 1960) começarem a surgir os primeiros discos do Conjunto de Pedro Osório e do Conjunto de Walter Behrend (no Porto) e dos Conchas e de Daniel Bacelar (em Lisboa). Curiosamente, isto acontecia quando a carreira de Elvis Presley estava num impasse devido ao facto de o cantor se encontrar a cumprir serviço militar na Alemanha, ao mesmo tempo que os Shadows tomavam as tabelas de vendas de assalto, gerando imitadores um pouco por toda a parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;1959&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alvorada / Rádio Triunfo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;MEP 60135&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Coimbra_bissaide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Coimbra_bissaide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1. Coimbra &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Avril au Portugal) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Maria de Lourdes Resende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Raul Ferrão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lisboa Antiga&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Anita Guerreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Amadeu do Vale - José Galhardo / Raul Portela)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Uma Casa Portuguesa &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rui de Mascarenhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Vasco de Matos Sequeira - Reinaldo Ferreira / Artur Vaz da Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Sempre Que Lisboa Canta&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Simone de Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Aníbal Nazaré / Carlos Rocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sexteto Feminino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tavares Belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;: direcção de orquestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114177814325938882?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114177814325938882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114177814325938882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114177814325938882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114177814325938882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/03/simone-os-primeiros-passos-2.html' title='Simone - Os Primeiros Passos (2)'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114168755871628398</id><published>2006-03-06T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:39:21.966+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canção Ligeira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teresa Paula Brito'/><title type='text'>A Voz Esquecida de Teresa Paula Brito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/TPB_bissaide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/TPB_bissaide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Houve uma altura em que Teresa Paula Brito (1944 - 2003) era uma das vozes femininas mais conhecidas de Portugal na área da música ligeira. Não havia muitas, é certo, ou não havia muitas de qualidade e com uma carreira de rigor, o que é ainda mais certo, mas a desta cantora que tinha uma paixão especial pelo jazz distinguiu-se da mediania geral como um talento de primeira água. Brilhou, no entanto, durante um período de p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ouco mais de dez anos, entre o início da década de 1960 e meados da década seguinte, com trabalhos que abarcavam espirituais negros e folk america&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;na (com os Strollers, ao lado de José Duarte, autor do programa radiofónico "Cinco Minutos de Jazz"), o te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ma do filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Verdes Anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, de Carlos Paredes, a belíssima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Para Não Dizer Que Não Falei de Flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, do brasileiro Geraldo Vandré, ou canções de José Afonso. Mas em inícios de 1971 sai um disco bastante publicitado na altura, constituído unicamente por poemas de Maria Teresa Horta e músicas de Nuno Filipe, onde à mestria das palavras e à acutilância das melodias se aliavam arranjos de Rui Ressurreição executados por José Cid, Tozé Brito ou Vít&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or Mamede. Estávamos, com toda a plenitude, em terrenos próximos do rock - e se dúvidas houver, basta escutar atentamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Meu Aceso Lume - Meu Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, que, juntando dois textos da poetisa, mostra a raiva incontida que Teresa Paula Brito também sabia destilar. Pena é que a partir da segunda metade da década de 1970 pouco ou nada se tenha ouvido falar da cantora, até que a morte a veio buscar quase anonimamente em finais de 2003. É triste, tão triste, este nosso fado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/MinhaSenhoradeMim_bissaide.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/MinhaSenhoradeMim_bissaide.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;1971&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Movieplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;SON 100.011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Existem Pedras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Maria Teresa Horta / Nuno Filipe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Poema sobre a Recusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Maria Teresa Horta / Nuno Filipe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Meu Aceso Lume - Meu Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Maria Teresa Horta / Nuno Filipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Teresa Paula Brito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;: voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rui Ressurreição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;: arranjos, direcção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;José Cid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Luís Filipe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tozé Brito&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Vítor Mamede&lt;/span&gt;: acompanhamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114168755871628398?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114168755871628398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114168755871628398&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114168755871628398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114168755871628398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/03/voz-esquecida-de-teresa-paula-brito.html' title='A Voz Esquecida de Teresa Paula Brito'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114160125095121899</id><published>2006-03-05T22:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:53:48.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Cinema Novo em DVD, já!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/A%20Severa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/A%20Severa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Está neste momento a ser publicada com a revista TV Guia uma colecção de DVD's intitulada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Os Anos de Ouro do Cinema Português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Como elemento de mais valia, cada um dos discos vem incluído num livro em que Fátima Lopes Cardoso contextualiza o filme em causa. No final, uma pequena crítica fecha os volumes. É de saudar, pois, esta iniciativa, até porque quatro dos filmes estavam até agora inéditos em DVD - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O Pai Tirano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (1941), de António Lopes Ribeiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O Pátio das Cantigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (1941), de Francisco Ribeiro (Ribeirinho), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A Severa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (1931) e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maria Papoila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (1937), ambos de Leitão de Barros. No entanto, não posso deixar de referir que seria tão ou mais importante disponibilizar em DVD alguns dos filmes-chave da geração do Cinema Novo português. É angustiante pensar que pedaços marcantes da nossa cinematografia andam arredados há anos do contacto com o público... Assim, lanço aqui uma proposta de quinze filmes que poderiam vir a fazer parte de uma segunda série desta colecção da TV Guia (ou de outra publicação que deitasse mãos à obra).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;CINEMA NOVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Dom Roberto (1962), de Ernesto de Sousa (música de Armando Santiago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Pássaros de Asas Cortadas (1963), de Artur Ramos (música de Filipe de Sousa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Os Verdes Anos (1963), de Paulo Rocha (música de Carlos Paredes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Domingo à Tarde (1965), de António de Macedo (música do Quinteto Académico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. As Ilhas Encantadas (1965), de Carlos Vilardebó (música de Johann Sebastian Bach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Mudar de Vida (1966), de Paulo Rocha (música de Carlos Paredes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. A Cruz de Ferro (1967), de Jorge Brum do Canto (música de Joly Braga Santos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. O Cerco (1970), de António da Cunha Telles (música de António Victorino d'Almeida e do Quarteto 1111)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Nojo aos Cães (1970), de António de Macedo (música de Avelino Lopes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Grande, Grande Era a Cidade (1971), de Rogério Ceitil (música de José Jorge Letria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. O Passado e o Presente (1971), de Manoel de Oliveira (música de João Paes e Felix Mendelssohn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. O Recado (1971), de José Fonseca e Costa (música de Rui Cardoso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Perdido por Cem... (1972), de António-Pedro Vasconcelos (música de Paulo Gil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. A Promessa (1972), de António de Macedo (música tradicional, recolha de Michel Giacometti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. O Mal-Amado (1973), de Fernando Matos Silva (música de Luís de Freitas Branco e João Aboim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114160125095121899?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114160125095121899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114160125095121899&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114160125095121899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114160125095121899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/03/cinema-novo-em-dvd-j_05.html' title='Cinema Novo em DVD, já!'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114151632966560927</id><published>2006-03-04T23:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:53:02.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Na morte de Fernando Tavares Rodrigues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/foto%20Fernando%20Tavares%20Rodrigues2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/foto%20Fernando%20Tavares%20Rodrigues2.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soube hoje que o poeta, jornalista e professor universitário Fernando Tavares Rodrigues morreu na passada Quarta-Feira, com 52 anos incompletos. Morte demasiado jovem para quem tinha, decerto, muito ainda para dar ao mundo da Cultura nacional. Recordo-o especialmente do livro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Concerto para uma Voz&lt;/span&gt;, de 1988, e dos poemas de sua autoria que José Campos e Sousa (membro fundador da Banda do Casaco) musicou. Neste momento de partida, e não pretendendo mais do que recordar o escritor através das suas palavras, aqui vos deixo o poema &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fado Soneto&lt;/span&gt;, gravado no disco &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N. Sra do Carmo - Fado&lt;/span&gt; (1988), de José Campos e Sousa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fado Soneto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cada manhã era a véspera da surpresa,&lt;br /&gt;de silêncio em silêncio anunciada.&lt;br /&gt;De encanto se tecia e de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;essa noite cada vez mais desejada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu corpo prometido ainda o cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;do teu ventre revelado ainda a chama.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade do que foi um dia inteiro&lt;br /&gt;na moldura do que foi a nossa cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto um punhal impaciente,&lt;br /&gt;cada gesto uma carícia antecipada,&lt;br /&gt;cada suspiro um excesso de ar eloquente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a surpresa da surpresa desejada:&lt;br /&gt;o sabor desse teu corpo adolescente&lt;br /&gt;de mulher em cada beijo renovada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114151632966560927?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114151632966560927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114151632966560927&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114151632966560927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114151632966560927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/03/na-morte-de-fernando-tavares-rodrigues.html' title='Na morte de Fernando Tavares Rodrigues'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114146338929953737</id><published>2006-03-03T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:23:51.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Psico ou as vicissitudes de um grupo rock em Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Al%27s_bissaide.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Al%27s_bissaide.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A formação dos Psico tem algo de romanesco: os Espaciais, do Porto, tinham participado no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Concurso Académico de Música Moderna&lt;/span&gt;, em 1968, mas insatisfeitos com a pontuação obtida, resolvem concorrer de novo com outra designação. Surgem assim os Psico, que alcançam a vitória desejada, mas que acabam também por trazer a dissolução do primeiro grupo, que veria publicado nesse ano o seu último disco - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Circo / When I'm Sixty-Four / Dies Irae / Take Me Back, Back, Back&lt;/span&gt;. Em 1970, com José Calvário como teclista do grupo ainda e sempre liderado por Toni Moura, os Psico anunciam a edição de um EP que aparentemente nunca se veio a concretizar. Um ano depois, apresentam-se ao vivo no Festival de Vilar de Mouros, mas no segundo concerto que dão, a 8 de Agosto, vêem-se impossibilitados de subir ao palco na hora estabelecida devido a um dos músicos não estar presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao longo do resto da década de 1970, os Psico acolheram músicos como António Garcez (voz, futuro Arte &amp; Ofício e Roxigénio), Fernando Nascimento (guitarra, ex-Grupo 5 e futuro Arte &amp;amp; Ofício), Álvaro Marques (bateria, futuro Jafumega), Sérgio Castro (guitarra, futuro Arte &amp; Ofício). Em 1977, e após a morte do baixista Gino Guerreiro, o grupo é constituído por Toni Moura (guitarra), Filipe Mendes (guitarra baixo), Zé Carlos Almeida (teclas) e Álvaro Marques (bateria). Apresentam-se ao vivo no Teatro Sá da Bandeira, no Porto, com o espectáculo cénico &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epitáfio Sinfónico&lt;/span&gt; (que dedicam à memória do companheiro desaparecido), e no ano seguinte vêem finalmente publicado aquele que é o único disco conhecido do grupo. Trata-se de um single com as composições &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al's&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epitáfio&lt;/span&gt; (excerto da obra anteriormente referida), um trabalho em que ficou bem patente a versatilidade e a técnica musical dos Psico. Infelizmente, apenas o primeiro destes temas conheceu reedição em suporte digital, através da compilação &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biografia do Pop/Rock&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114146338929953737?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114146338929953737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114146338929953737&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114146338929953737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114146338929953737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/03/psico-ou-as-vicissitudes-de-um-grupo.html' title='Psico ou as vicissitudes de um grupo rock em Portugal'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114134155877048518</id><published>2006-03-02T23:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:28:51.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Raul Brandão: 139 anos depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Foto%20Raul%20Brand%3F%3Fo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Foto%20Raul%20Brand%3F%3Fo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito breve, muito breve, é o post de hoje. Diametralmente oposto à qualidade da obra de Raul Brandão, escritor que nasceu na Foz do Douro a 2 de Março de 1867. Escolher um dos seus trabalhos é difícil, mas hoje sugiro que leiam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus Cristo em Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;. Escrito em parceria com Teixeira de Pascoaes - embora se saiba que grande parte é inteiramente da autoria de Raul Brandão - este texto para teatro não é encenado em Lisboa, tanto quanto sei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desde 1980. Bem falta nos fazia ver de novo em palco - e eu, que nunca o vi... - o retrato deli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;te e sarcástico de uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Jesus%20Cristo%20em%20Lisboa%20com%20Canto%20e%20Castro%20e%20Antonino%20Solmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Jesus%20Cristo%20em%20Lisboa%20com%20Canto%20e%20Castro%20e%20Antonino%20Solmer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sociedade que se recusa a aceitar a nova vinda do Messias. Mas porque diabo teria logo que acontecer nos nossos dias e em Lisboa, perguntam os personagens?... Vade retro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Com a devida vénia ao site do actor Antonino Solmer, reproduzo esta imagem da encenação da peça feita em 1978 por Norberto Barroca e Carlos Wallenstein, no Teatro Municipal de São Luiz. Em primeiro plano, o saudoso Canto e Castro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114134155877048518?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114134155877048518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114134155877048518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114134155877048518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114134155877048518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/03/raul-brando-139-anos-depois_02.html' title='Raul Brandão: 139 anos depois'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114125560601266166</id><published>2006-03-01T21:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:32:19.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Dórdio Guimarães ou como atrás de uma grande mulher pode estar também um grande homem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Dordio_jpg.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Dordio_jpg.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O escritor Dórdio Guimarães viveu grande parte da sua vida (n. Porto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 10 de Março d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 1938; m. Lisboa, 2 de Julho de 1997) sob a sombra da sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; musa inspiradora, Natália Correia. Infelizmente, a sombra era grande, pois que o talento de Natália foi sempre imenso e multifacetado, e isso não lhe permitiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; afirmar-se plenamente como autor de mérito. Dono de uma obra que abarca mais de quinze títulos, Dórdio Guimarães foi também realizador de cinema - à imagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;de seu pai, Manuel Guimarães, autor de filmes como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saltimbancos&lt;/span&gt; (1951)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Crime de Aldeia Velha&lt;/span&gt; (1964) - e, em 1969, colaborador a nível de textos do projecto musical Fluido, liderado pelo cantor Paulo de Carvalho. Foi no seio deste grupo que viu dois poemas de sua autoria serem m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;usicados e revestidos de arranjos instrumentais ousados para a época e para o Portugal de então. A estética ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;icadélica do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;minava estas composições e a beleza singela das palavras de Dórdio projectava-se na eternidade - pena que, hoje em dia, tanto o livro como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; o disco &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Idade dos Lilases&lt;/span&gt; se encontrem esgotados, impossibilitando assim que novos públicos se abeirem de duas obras-cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ve de um tempo que é também o nosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Idade dos Lilases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/A%20Idade%20dos%20Lilases_bissaide.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/A%20Idade%20dos%20Lilases_bissaide.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No tempo dos cabelos agitas a paz em amor&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O universo se faz e tu não sabes não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amanhã a mulher joga a vida num vale de lilases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dele irrompe cheirosa a flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que é pródiga em lis e lases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E serei tudo o que de mais fértil o teu ventre der&lt;br /&gt;Mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na estrada à noite não pode haver desacordo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eia tanta gente amiga são as árvores&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114125560601266166?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114125560601266166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114125560601266166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114125560601266166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114125560601266166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/03/drdio-guimares-ou-como-atr_114125560601266166.html' title='Dórdio Guimarães ou como atrás de uma grande mulher pode estar também um grande homem'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114116809276464718</id><published>2006-02-28T22:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:08:12.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Cristóvão: Música Ligeira de Qualidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Esta%20Cor%20da%20Can%3F%3F%3F%3Fo_bissaide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Esta%20Cor%20da%20Can%3F%3F%3F%3Fo_bissaide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes se associa à música ligeira o epíteto de "bacoca" ou inconsequente. No entanto, isso só é verdade quando estamos perante más composições musicais servidas por letras medíocres e por arranjos pouco ou nada criativos. Sabe bem, por isso, ouvir os dois discos que conheço de Cristóvão, um cantor português que se estreou discograficamente em 1971. As quatro composições presentes nos dois singles são todas elas da autoria de Carlos Portugal, com excepção apenas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Canção Deserta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, escrita em parceria com Sílvio Pleno. Este último dirige também a formação instrumental que acompanha o cantor, com especial predominância da secção de sopros. A voz potente de Cristóvão serve na perfeição as canções a que se entregou, e o colorido dos arranjos faz-nos lembrar algum do melhor soul-funk que então se praticava nos E.U.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114116809276464718?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114116809276464718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114116809276464718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114116809276464718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114116809276464718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/02/cristvo-msica-ligeira-de-qualidade_28.html' title='Cristóvão: Música Ligeira de Qualidade'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114107720854489669</id><published>2006-02-27T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T08:37:27.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Simone - Os Primeiros Passos (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A carreira discográfica de Simone de Oliveira começou em 1958, quando a cantora tinha acabado de fazer 20 anos. Se hoje é uma voz admirada e respeitada no mundo do espectáculo, apesar de se manter longe da ribalta, as bases para esse reconhecimento podem ser encontradas no período em que gravou para as casas Rádio Triunfo e Valentim de Carvalho. Se, numa primeira fase, Simone cantou composições de nomes como Nóbrega e Sousa, Fernando de Carvalho, Alírio Covas, Jaime Filipe, Carlos Canelhas, Eugénio Pepe, Manuel Viegas, Frederico Valério ou Pedro Jordão, mais tarde levou a um novo público os talentos de Nuno Nazareth Fernandes, José Cid, Fernando Tordo, Pedro Osório ou Paco Bandeira; isto sem esquecer também as versões de êxitos internacionais do momento. Na sua evolução como cantora é, pois, paradigmática uma busca constante da dignificação da música ligeira, nunca estagnando artisticamente e alargando pelo caminho o seu espectro de admiradores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como curiosidade, refira-se que em 1961 foi publicado um disco de Simone com uma composição musical de Nóbrega e Sousa para uma letra escrita pela dupla Santos Fernando e Ferro Rodrigues, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fim de Estação&lt;/span&gt;. Enquanto que o primeiro destes autores construiu uma carreira literária na área do humor sarcástico (e que importa redescobrir), o segundo foi uma figura de primeiro plano do panorama radiofónico nacional nas décadas de 1950 e 1960. Infelizmente, Ferro Rodrigues, pai do ex-secretário geral do Partido Socialista, morreu no passado dia 15 de Fevereiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Simone_bissaide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Simone_bissaide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;1959&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alvorada / Rádio Triunfo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;MEP 60136&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1. Amor à Portuguesa&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (La Portuguesa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;      (Eddy Marnay - versão de Silva Tavares / E. Cofiner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;      (António Sousa Freitas / Nóbrega e Sousa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nos Teus Olhos Vejo o Céu&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Nel Blu Dipinto di Blu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;      (Migliacchi - versão de Silva Tavares / Domenico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Modugno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 4. Tu e Só Tu&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Love Me For Ever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Pierre Delanoë - versão d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;e Silva Tavares / G. Lynes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Simone de Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;: voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tavares Belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;: direcção de orquestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Teófilo Rego: fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114107720854489669?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114107720854489669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114107720854489669&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114107720854489669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114107720854489669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/02/simone-os-primeiros-passos-1.html' title='Simone - Os Primeiros Passos (1)'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114099624482215199</id><published>2006-02-26T22:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:55:55.583Z</updated><title type='text'>O Quarteto 1111 e o Cinema Português</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tanto quanto sei, o Quarteto 1111 apenas participou na banda-sonora de um filme português. Foi em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Cerco&lt;/span&gt;, de 1970, com realização de António da Cunha Telles. Infelizmente, não vi ainda este filme, ora porque possa andar arredado da programação da RTP (que confesso não seguir religiosamente) ora porque a única vez que foi editado comercialmente foi na velhinha colecção de clássicos portugueses da Lusomundo (ando a procurar desenfreadamente um exemplar por todos os vãos-de-escada lisboetas...). Assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mais não posso do que deixar-vos com uma bela fotografia de Maria Cabral, actriz principal do filme, e desejar desde já que a Lusomundo ou outra qualquer produtora se decidam a repor em DVD este pedaço do Cinema Novo português, produto de uma altura em que a Primavera Marcellista parecia fazer entrever algumas esperanças - mais tarde goradas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/O%20Cerco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/O%20Cerco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114099624482215199?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114099624482215199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114099624482215199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114099624482215199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114099624482215199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-quarteto-1111-e-o-cinema_114099624482215199.html' title='O Quarteto 1111 e o Cinema Português'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23026384.post-114090778908235543</id><published>2006-02-25T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:46:12.890Z</updated><title type='text'>A Origem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/1600/Nas%20Terras%20do%20Fim%20do%20Mundo%20bissaide2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/298/1661/320/Nas%20Terras%20do%20Fim%20do%20Mundo%20bissaide2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sejam bem-vindos! Para marcar o início deste blog, escolhi um disco simbólico: o segundo single do Quarteto 1111. Editado num ano que só conheceria outro lançamento no mesmo formato (1969), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas Terras do Fim do Mundo / Bissaide&lt;/span&gt; surgiu após 11 meses de ausência dos escaparates no que toca a novas edições do grupo, então constituído por José Cid (voz, teclas), António Moniz Pereira (guitarra), Jorge Moniz Pereira (guitarra baixo) e Miguel Artur da Silveira (bateria). O psicadelismo já desenvolvido em obras anteriores continua aqui em plena forma, com um lado A liricamente próximo das temáticas históricas tão caras ao grupo e um lado B repleto de energia soul-funk. Curiosamente, excertos sonoros e ideias musicais deste último tema serviram também de banda sonora ao genérico do programa televisivo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zip-Zip&lt;/span&gt;, então em emissão na RTP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23026384-114090778908235543?l=bissaide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/feeds/114090778908235543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23026384&amp;postID=114090778908235543&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114090778908235543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23026384/posts/default/114090778908235543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bissaide.blogspot.com/2006/02/origem.html' title='A Origem'/><author><name>bissaide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09850364685947216901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
