Amado mio

GILDA (1946) A Columbia Picture

Producer: Van Upp Viginia
Director: Charles Vidor

Screenplay: Marion Parsonnet, from an adaptation by Jo Eisinger of EA Ellington story

The Stars:
Rita Hayworth: Gilda
Glenn Ford's Johnny Farrell
George MacReady: Ballin Mundson
Joseph Calleia: Detective Obregon
Steven Geray: Uncle Pio

Songs: by Doris Fisher & Allan Roberts: "Amado Mio," "Put the Blame On Mame"

Miss Hayworth's song vocals: Anita Ellis
Dances staged by Jack Cole
Gowns by Jean Louis

Black & White, 110 mins. Running time

On Air: Amado Mio

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Comecar de novo

(Ivan Lins and Victor Martins)

Comecar de novo contar comigo
Vai valer failing ter amanhecido
I rebelado Ter, ter me debatido
I machucado Ter, ter sobrevivido
Ter virado mesa, ter me conhecido
Ter virado or barco, ter me socorrido
Comecar de novo contar comigo
Vai valer failing ter amanhecido

Shem as suas Garras always tao seguras
Sem teu or ghost, always your moldura
Sem suas escoras, sem teu or domain
Sem esporas Tuas, or sem teu fascínio
Comecar de novo contar comigo
Vai valer under penalty Já ter you esquecido
Comecar de novo

Inner Visions

Finally stimuli, drugs, not raccontabili, as I translate the strange atmosphere in which I was surrounded last night, amid a small collective ritual, in a corner near a favela in Rio ... And to think that you say are dangerous places, are places to avoid, a street corner, cable stealing the light from an electric pole, and many races together a group of musicians playing, and cock ring .... and you feel small with your vision of Western music, always those patterns and those living, and instead look at the faces, hear the voices of women who sing all the songs, this ritual so 'far from the imagination of Europe, and' all so 'sacred, so' terribly spiritual, I see nothing of those aberrations that we import, and I do not see those prisons in which we are now fully connected, with childlike wonder I watch the mating rituals that take place around, everything is so 'simple, so' damn joyful, and the voices of women who sing occasionally interrupted by a wonderful man known. A child of 3 years with a cavaquinho, hand in hand of her mother singing, the drummers all synchronized into a stream of consciousness without interruption, and the faces, those faces .... those lips, I would need the wisdom of a painter to grasp that human just did not remember more, 'I can not see the style of life's sad that we have built here ... I was afraid of south america, I was afraid of, l' I always circumnavigated, we walk around for years, I understand now presumptuously, that joy, that sacred power that I have heard in the imperfection of the sound, the edge of the abyss, feeling as a director with an eye out, and instead have the desire to be an actor, to take leave, loneliness and desire to want to drown my soul too contrived, too far from my heart more 'deep, I want to drown the samba. Taking pictures with your eyes, still images, smells, corners, I do not perceive the danger, what the fuck I told you, what you're talking about, what do I fear for those 4 coins in my pocket, Fuck you, do not apply the perception of what I never knew how to live. And it 's all so' difficult to translate into words, but now maybe I would like a piano, and I would not be ... finally not be able to get to what they are.

Maria Rita Mariano on air Ciranda do Mundo

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Catavento and Girassol

Catavento tem que meu in or há do lado de fora do teu Girassol ...

Cyclical harmonies, closed and introverted at times, open and estrosoverse in others, a masterpiece of synergy, melody, harmony, lyrics.

On Air: Fabio Catavento and Girassol (Guinga / Aldair Blanc)

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You do not know what love is

You do not know what love is
Until you've learned The Meaning of the Blues
Until you've loved a love you've HAD to lose
You do not know what love is

You do not know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and HAD to pay the cost
Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost
You do not know what love is

Do you know how a lost heart feels
The thought of reminiscing
And how lips That taste of tears
Lose Their taste for kissing

You do not know how hearts burn
For love that can not live yet never dies
Until you've faced with sleepless eyes Each Dawn
You do not know what love is

You do not know how hearts burn
For love that can not live yet never dies
Until you've faced with sleepless eyes Each Dawn
You do not know what love is ..... what love is ....

* Massive Ableton Live 7, Pianoteq3.5, FIREPOD Presonus, MacBook Pro, Trumpet

On Air: Fabio & John You do not know what love is January 2, 2010

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Travelling

On Air: Quoyle Danny Boy

the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side

Broadway Danny Rose (One night)

You know what my philosophy of life is? That it's important to have some laughs, but you gotta suffer a little too, Because Otherwise you miss the whole point to life. (Broadway Danny Rose from W.allen)

Ok I see the ironic side of the matter, if you find yourself playing in a place where the show and 'made bad music (yours), in a spa hotel, with 4 Brazilian dancers, dancers pseudo 2 Italian, 1 animator surreal, 1 tiptap dancer, the most that you can 'come out and' a show to Broadway Danny Rose, lacked the strozzapalloni, Lou Canova and ventriloquist then the scene would be complete.

The dancer tiptap in particular, who wants to improvise ... and looks at me and I look at him and we look, and others look at us and I look felipe and then die with all the Philistines Samson stroke of genius, and "puttin on the ritz" Â ( the mythical scene frankstein junior with the song of tap dancing), wanted to tap dance, we've got in the way more 'ironic that comes to mind.

The truth 'is that I was more' to laugh, I can not see the grotesque side of these things, so I take everything 'solemnly seriously disturb me these scenes, in the midst of vulgarity' (but vulgarity 'real whipped in the face, no vulgarity 'venial sin), surrounded by the sound engineer Roman makes me the butt of jokes about Brazilian Felipe who plays the part of Louis Armstrong (I am poor, black), let's face from the Brazilian butt ugly that if the menano and shakes as if possessed by Capossela, I left to do is look at a poodle that dances along with the delicious Brazilian and run away as soon as possible from all that ugliness. And that way for the return, the lights, the smells and the dreams of this night a sinalgia psychological, psychedelic stuff that are really in good shape.

I have to change many things.

On Air: Nancy King and I fall in Love Too Easily

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