terça-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2007
segunda-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2007
sexta-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2007
Sideways
Miles: The world doesnt give a shit for what I have to say, I'm not necessary I'm so insignificant I can't even kill myself.
Jack: What is that suppose to mean?
Miles: Common' man, you know, Hemingway, Sexton, Plath, Wolfe. You can't kill yourself before you even get published.
Jack: What about the guy who wrote "Confederacy of Dunces"? He commited suicide before he was published. Look how famous he is.
Miles: ... Thanks!
Jack: Just dont give up, alright? You're gonna make it.
Miles: Half my life is over. And I have nothing to show for it, nothing. I'm a thumb print on a window of a skyscrapper. I'm a smudge of excrement on a tishue surging out to sea with a million tons of raw sewage.
Jack: See?! Right there, just what you just said, that, it's beautiful. ..."a smudge of excrement","surging out to sea", I could never write that.
Miles: Neither could I, actually I think it was Bukowski.
Um dos meus diálogos favoritos de cinema. Sideways (2004) de Alexander Payne
Jack: What is that suppose to mean?
Miles: Common' man, you know, Hemingway, Sexton, Plath, Wolfe. You can't kill yourself before you even get published.
Jack: What about the guy who wrote "Confederacy of Dunces"? He commited suicide before he was published. Look how famous he is.
Miles: ... Thanks!
Jack: Just dont give up, alright? You're gonna make it.
Miles: Half my life is over. And I have nothing to show for it, nothing. I'm a thumb print on a window of a skyscrapper. I'm a smudge of excrement on a tishue surging out to sea with a million tons of raw sewage.
Jack: See?! Right there, just what you just said, that, it's beautiful. ..."a smudge of excrement","surging out to sea", I could never write that.
Miles: Neither could I, actually I think it was Bukowski.
Um dos meus diálogos favoritos de cinema. Sideways (2004) de Alexander Payne
quarta-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2007
Um Sonho
Nem grande, nem pequena, nem cavada, nem mole... Perfeita!!!
Um dia.
excerto retirado do clássico Endless Summer (1964) de Bruce Brown
sábado, 17 de fevereiro de 2007
Men Eater
A banda que abriu (Before the Torn) não me convenceu. Além de que o som não estava grande coisa. O que também já era de esperar, afinal quem lhes estava a "fazer" o som era o guitarrista de Delfins :SMen Eater, bom concerto, tocaram o album novo quase todo, mais 1 cover de Black Sabbath e 1 faixa do E.P.
Comprei o CD do novo album, afinal comprar directamente à banda é que é justo, não é andar a dar dinheiro a chulos.
Algumas palavras que registei do frontman Mike:
"...andam paí a dizer que os straitedge não podem tocar sludge...
1º, não somos straitedge, 2º tocamos o que nos apetecer..."
"...a próxima musica chama-se, em portugues, "cavalo ventoso", não tenho nada contra o pessoal que dá no cavalo, eu próprio já lá andei. Aliás, estas tatuagens todas não são só porque são bonitas, são para tapar os buracos."
...e assim foi, e foi bom. Pena foi que fiquei depois a saber que perdi para o concerto uma companhia que preso muito.
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