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The Gallagher brothers, and imperfection of the incorrigible fate.

It took me fifteen years, and fifteen miles, for the first time to see Oasis live in a Pavilhão Atlantico far from being exhausted, and probably no more waiting 'spasmodic due to the fact that the two of Manchester have made me company in a way, now defined short of my life, and quite far away (after Be Here Now I feel quite betrayed by not having more 'feel the need to cherish the side constantly) I have confirmed those impressions had on CD aroused: a band that lives consciously Sunset Boulevard, crossing it with style and dignity without major stroke of genius, especially live. The impression of soup and homework, plus no more than one earned enough to merit acquired mainly, I was so surprised-negative-that neglect from the very beginning the project that I had tacked to write this post: Having found myself surrounded by a motley crowd of infants (the average was between 12 and 16 years) very unexpected, I spent most of the concert to shout insults at the borders dell'irripetibile introduce them to new generations, and who has suffered the worst consequences has been an unfortunate callow couple in front of me. The game I was easy, and Oasis is not to be missing from the banks: "Where Were You While We Were Getting High?" But even in the balls of your fathers, in 1994, excuse the vulgarity. Slide Away listened to radio the first time in two days after the release is not like he had found among the old cd of his older brother a copy of Definitely Maybe 13 years later (and are generous with dates) and have felt sympathy for that highly-british desperate lament. Or ignore the version of Latin to keep the television on MTV and put up with terrible hip-hop sessions (still in its infancy) in expectation of that extraordinary spasmodic song I heard the chorus to escape the day before more 'or less the same now, Wonderwall, I think, Oasis (mica because we knew the correct pronunciation, and we are italianized all), it's not like it because it is the discovery of some advertising jingle is in the soundtrack of American Pie 37. Wonderwall that we born, grow, become eternal, even when a song could last a whole and eternizzarsi existence as Smells Like Teen Spirit, and thus we own all, in our generation, much as our fathers have internalized Stairway to Heaven, say, a song that is eternal but it will never be our way down, or as kids today internalize, say, boh. I do not know.
internalized, I hope. Something
.

But that's not bad, I swear, how do I write these words, if I go to concerts to recite the Cure Three Imaginary Boys, in '78 when my parents were married for a few months. In fact, I would apologize to Ana and Tomas, I renamed them as the two protagonists of what would be my story, two classmates, a second high school, I know, a social type bairro Loures. He did not have much courage, and had not the strength to face his gaze, but she, in a fit of maternal instinct, in the classic 14 year olds of today, took the initiative and receiving invited to study at home (we the opposite happens, but now they exchanged roles, you see that they are prepared), on the bus that day, and had found the CD of the band's favorite sister. He had a strange cover, and blablabla, text from the diaries, blablabla, live forever is our song, and finally arrive blablabla Oasis, go to the concert of their lives, which crowns their love, and everything was perfect despite a twenty-eight behind them continued, whenever Gallagher attacked with a piece which disregards the beginning, screaming like a madman, "this is for you kids!" or "another piece for children, here", or "Where were you when it came out morning glory, fucking kids!" in a strange accent. Who knows, he, of their everlasting love. And their eternal kisses stolen at the time, etc. etc. etc. .. Why

Oasis, basically, were part of my age. And it was at that age that I should go and see them, not to be thrilled in front of 10 boys that were produced in the game of the bottle trick waiting (for me terrifying: the Gallagher are fixed with the '60s rock, as confirmed dig out your soul, and CDs were just opening tribute to the Rolling Stones cover band) concert, not to respond rabbuiatissimo " What do you say? "a poor girl that I humbly asked if Oasis were those when the same shoulder (bad and not add anything else) took the stage, to suppress an unstoppable need to vomit at the sight of a colleague of mine, very sad, that Pre-concert drinks coffee and eats crackers (but where the fuck are you experienced so far, stay home and watch soap operas, please). Because at that age it was written words to read the diaries, we lived in the clouds, you could walk in a Calabrian village of a province like the gray of Manchester and dream that it was possible, and we wrote the songs on the diaries, and that bitch stayed with my original copy of Mellon Collie , and maybe if there would be an Oasis concert in Reggio Calabria (science fiction), we would have gone, and we would rather that data that kiss never happened, because something from the CD and sing along, the two of us, a 'else is doing it with five thousand other people and think that even surrounded by all these people the world is ours alone. And no one would ever understand.

But fate did not have permission, because he made us born in a place forgotten by men, and not allowed to Tomas and Ana kiss for the first time on The Masterplan, because they are children of a different world, and that was just a kiss in the most ', because even if they could see Oasis live in the heart of their magical love story, they believe to be eternal and to defeat and even death, have not been able to experience the growth and enthusiasm of a new music that grew with them, singing to Carefree and climbing unstoppable. That made her feel omnipotent and eternal. We, us and Gallagher, the world in hand, we all thought to be eternal, at 16, but kids today are more 'disenchanted us, and that tale is over for the two Gallagher, who after two sensational albums, and a quick walk up a champagne supernova, declined to be greeted by showers of stones or playing for a few close to us, that we have a flat work and look great without pretensions to a movie day, never to smile, if not the best of a bad situation. Fate was with us imperfect, but even with them, gave him so much, has taken away a lot. Just when it seemed he would never give joy often.

is why the concert was a bitter, little underwear, strange for someone like me, for the love I feel for both of Manchester. I sang Wonderwall, Slide Away, Supersonic, Champagne Supernova, Rock 'n Roll Star, Cigarettes & Alcohool, Morning Glory, Masterplan, DL Back in Anger, and listened to the closing of historic I am the Walrus, just to say, well, I finally did. The other songs I've heard enough and, with little critical attention and 90% owned by listening to new music comes into my hands. Maybe 100%. Yet the two
Gallagher were good, few bars, the usual arrogance. Noel, as little asshole, (Natalino always) asked us if we were all English, if they loved each other, because we can intercede if Mourinho goes to Manchester City.
As an old friend, knowing that nothing will be more 'as before. But first that no one can ever erase it.

Why we like it or not, that destiny Oasis if they are built. And Noel has had the fortitude, the end of "Do not Look Back In Anger", to tell us "You're welcome, fuck you." As if we have to thank us.
And as if he had every right to tell us.
Who wrote a piece like this, at least in the eternal moment that exists, and exists whenever that will continue to cheer our days, to remind us of spring on motorbikes, or eyes of blacks and large, crowded streets of Manchester, the heat of Lisbon's the end of winter, of love that is born, 16 years old in 2009, does not need to add much more, and can not 'help but wistfully remember every night to himself, damages for the incompleteness of the fate that has melted the wings a few feet from the sun.
and keep it alive every night, make it even eternal, for a moment longer '.
For all the moments of eternity that the same fate can never erase.

"Do not Look Back in Anger",
I heard you say.
But It's not today.

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Ah, I was an interior decorator ... # 8 self-imposed lock


will not be nice to say, but the story of Eluana (which remains in my imagination a guy named Slovenian nice for the past Atalanta few years ago) seen from the outside takes away my every longing of my distant country, because it seems more and more 'apparent irreversible loss to the depths of the more' sinister unconscious people. Slaves to fashion of the moment, or the news-bomb that violates the private careerists catapulted to power in the cover story of 2000 or the first pages of newspapers and television news, that sense of reality has been truly be gone astray, otherwise you recondita explain why there has been a popular uprising in the first use of the decree-law as a weapon to deny a decision of the judiciary, which will also Bolshevik, Nazi-fascist, democraticocristiana, liberal and all you want, but it is a body independent of political power, by definition, since the storming of the Bastille, but apparently even billions of liters of spilled blood and millions of souls sacrificed in the struggle for freedom and equality can to awaken the minds of the people of shit that we become capable of allow it to be denied the right to medical treatment to immigrants (I emigrated and I assure you that it would certainly be nice seeing a door slammed in his face in a hospital, unless it is Portuguese, so thank you for the favor that they do) or the obligation of denunciation of doctors (trampling Hippocratic Oath written thousands of years ago, in a completely unpunished), which would be nothing if you compare it to the right to speak but especially to legislating conferred to the likes of Calderoli, melons and Gasparri. And I also leave here a test of my arrogance unchanged in the defense of my reasons, which obviously are more and more 'reasonable than many others, that being the first day I opened the beautiful Italian Constitution (and still played with Playmobil, which is was more 'than 18 years ago, and I remember that I organized with the figures of German toys popular movements that were often concluded by the election of a monarch in a democratic constitutional system. Can you believe it or not but I was playing well) I realized that the weapon of the decree law is the greatest threat to the established order proposition in 1946, but due to its applicability only in cases of necessity and urgency of the custody decision on validity of the criterion of the liability of rulers, was completely irrelevant to the overthrow of the established order, at least until we have entered the Italian parliament De Gasperi, Aldo Moro, Marco Pannella and even Ilona Staller, who have demonstrated moral structure and liability far greater than the current barbarians (cited) for which you continue to pay taxes, and of course sooner or later would have thought of some solution override any decision of the organs of state security and defense.

honestly do not believe they managed to figure it out so soon, after all silvio is in power for only 15 years, and given the very deep ignorance, idiocy and mental atrophy of the current rulers (the Italian executive is largely made up of dwarves, pigs, perverts, alcoholics and whores), was an enormous task to get there after such a short time, epically an effort comparable to that inhuman or Samson with the Philistines for my ex coiquilino (private security guard a little less cute than a rock planted in the heart of the ocean for thousands of years Indian) that solves the Rubik's cube when everyone had failed miserably and left the company.
But as when on a cold October morning ******* scream eureka (not really eureka , was a "Foda-se, achievement", but say in his unmistakable gait airhead with his eyes forever fixed to a vacuum), while at the wonder of the world a glimmer of hope for the future evolution of mankind at the moment when one realizes that a full-blown retarded can put 54 squares of a cube in rational order chromatic triumph could be heard while the attack on the soundtrack of 2001: A Space Odyssey (that is paragonabilissima the scene of the monkey who discovers the use of bones for the purpose of hunting), Maurizio Gasparri, the same way he must have yelled at colleagues in government, "I found the solution" (actually, someone must have told the children how their children are doing, because before Maurizio Gasparri, enters into a further three times thought extinct dinosaurs) and they have finally discovered the charm of the decree prohibited weapon. After all, since Adam and Eve that the man can not manage themselves, and if the world goes to shit is because the top has created us in His image and likeness, no?
If you like, do not expect much, let alone the end of hunger and war, and as further confirmation of his evil can be added that among all the peoples who inhabit Planet Earth billions of years decided to give birth to her son by two Jews ... That noble race, the one that avenges 6 million ancestors slaughtered in concentration camps exterminating the multiplication of the same figure for three generations of Palestinian children ... Li just searched with a lantern ... and do not tell me that Mary was a virgin, because here in Portugal to Marie virgin 2009 years later (and much more 'old mother of god at the time that the Holy Spirit is said to do) we still maintain very high percentage ...

Where do I want to end up and reveal the fourth secret of Fatima, which is an open secret, namely that they had a good game to divert attention with excommunication of homosexual priests who do not fucking 40 years and having the brain burned declare to the world that just bullshit of the past at other times they would just laugh (that Lefebre is a genius, the gas chambers were used to disinfect, but as do you take it seriously), neo-fascist groups who kill in cold tramps, cross fathers of the protagonists of the past (poor thing, after almost 20 years in a coma there is no need to go direct to intergalactic pull the plug and put an end to the suffering groped or posters without having to apply to move an inch to the moral law of a nation that has elected a large majority in a coalition as it was so great that Mara Carfagna Nobel Prize) and big brothers to reach into the place that you have more 'expensive de an idiot law at once empty and makes aggregates, finally, the powers of a magistrate and the President of the Republic, creating a precedent that only serious and criminal the dawn of creation of the new order liberalfascista not so much that is dear to the nano, which only affects their portfolios and which, if that famous lady of fatima is worthy (but she must have been created in the image and likeness bell and then horse and made the barrels that grass grows, at least not think about it), in twenty years will not even dust, how much more 'to those courtiers rude, ignorant, vulgar and arrogant, which has run around to ensure the maintenance in power. Why you should not be

Constantine Dead, which will stand you in that grave shaking that even had the St. Vitus dance, to see what legal aberration these clowns have put in place. My only hope is that in a truly revolutionary impetus to ask the slobbering secession and send me by post the new identity card of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, in return, Garibaldi and cursed those who have sent, because my threshold of tolerance for these four Lusitanian now been overtaken by time immemorial, and far be it from me to complain about a nation that adopted me as a child, even better, and that gives me some more bread and butter 'of what I give that guy image and likeness (by the way, the god of the Portuguese should be the Hunchback of Notre-Dame, where this assumption applies, but if it is true As the Brazilians say, that god brazil fans, here you can see why they made them so bad), but 'mica is my land, Lisbon, and I am always sad to see them broke and desperate and pessimistic, and always do the exact same things, listen and always do the exact same speech, and passively suffer a penalty from the Port does not exist in most 'of the year, and tell me I'm the Azores since my Portuguese is now pluperfect as, but not able to unearth the accent, and their rustic jokes, irony and the lack of co-operation among the ugly girls who go for a walk to get them a favor, but even so, before giving a basin must exit at least three weeks and pay attention to the beats that if you say that tonight was dressed up (lying) will respond "know" and if you try to attach a button saying any bullshit that goes through your head or talk for sarcastic metaphors, turns the other side and you'll soon forget, you know, the culture clash is always strong, and Our Lady of Fatima bad might get angry or offended if you put to death in lift sunglasses because it is bad manners, but the truth is that I feel so good I even made a revision to the car and I miss the next step to begin to put roots, but I am so afraid to put down roots that next step that can not get it , a bit 'as their next step that they never will (now they are Portuguese, yes), and perhaps it would be good to pack before it is too late and I start to be indignant if the prime minister took socrates a bribe to open a duty free shop at an airport that still need to build and dismissing him, poor amateur lusi, when they are born in the land of the bridge over the Strait and my president the board let him loose enough that I have already gutted the topic, and if we were not created in the image and likeness of God would be in jail and we would already have thrown the key into the Mariana Trench.

It is also why I go walking in Europe and I was in Dublin to celebrate my birthday in a land overrun by the Italians where it always rains, cold, windy, the girls freckles and red hair and talk like elves, surrounded by my favorite color, green, standing out everywhere, from the extraordinary advertising Guinness, a typical gray, romantic, repetitive, melancholy which I fell in love almost immediately, but which could tired early, not so much for me to polar temperatures, but for the practical impossibility and certified, economically, to shop or eat in good restaurants. Why say that the Dubliners are closed, but who says it, of course, has never been to Portugal, the people most 'armored story: I came, I was locked in a pub and I met almost all friendly and nice as lusi have never been, 'these four curmudgeons who speak only Benfeita * approx. Only less alcoholic, beat all the Portuguese. And having always been, primarily, only Portuguese friends, like trying to believe that there is a people with whom he would not be able to interact?

However, the isolation forced by the inertia of the people and the repetitiveness of the habits that make it unnecessary for any output that is not going to work made me concentrate even more 'heavily on the thought that more' me grief in recent times: the ranking of discs of the decade, and although the top three have won a number of years now, are questioning whether it is necessary to establish in late 2009 or 2010, and the number of discs to be included, and whether to make a classification of parallel or discographies put on / take off the top ten for people who merit acquired in recent years, even if anonymously published.

then proceeds to hit the real interest of the post, and list the latest releases to which I have devoted some attention, but in a completely chronological, because we're still in February: Animal Collective's , already designated as samples from all of 2009, they seemed inconclusive as ever; Panda Bear, my countryman, he drank the brain power to go to lux and listen to African music, without head or tail, to counter all the criticism of the universe made this album, the mouth without any mercy. Antony and the Johnsons and I've heard Morrissey, Morrissey still manages to amaze me in some sounds (even as you get older, quoting Morrissey and The Cure in the same post), Antony, as always, I listen to it three times and then leave him to his (lucky, in the light of the facts and value-for-fame) destiny Telefone Tel Aviv (Immolate Yourself) and the return of good old Barzin (Notes to an Absent Lover) certainly deserve a mention, some parts will last a long time during the year, while the record of Cure, 4:13 Dream , be honest, I liked it, not because it is a valid disk, but why is a listenable, and therefore acceptable, to the extent that many pieces of autocoverizza Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss me and even Disintegration of some note, though several songs to jump often when I listen to everything in one go, and especially Galluppi, after more 'than thirty years (but emphatically false history, drawn from thirty years of Dempsey and do not let the fussy on) has changed the setting of the bass. On the new Franz Ferdinand of , I listened with a preview thanks to astral friendships that I have even allowed to attend the interview for a bass player I should not waste much breath, because if they spoke of flattening, flattening there was but not the levels of the Kaiser Chiefs, I've seen live (and if they play in the image and likeness of God the Most High is a fan of Beyoncé) opened by a turn toward the metal emo band that sparked my instincts and murder more 'vulgar, while they were presented to the Coliseu with a drummer who massacred all the footage and have fired the only parts that are danceable in the first half an hour making is irrelevant to the remaining hours of the show, while Andrew Bird composed a mature album, Noble Beast , interesting, double (even if the instrumental is very experimental and I stress-me-tired soon) while the real geniuses, the great discoveries of 2009, the Phantom Savage (Savage Checkmate), rock hard, raw, naked, violent, post produced by Paul Savage, the Pains of Being Pure At Heart (untitled), poised between J & MC and My Bloody Valentine and Gustav Spetz ( Goodnight Mr. Spetz ), Sweden an album full of quotes from a compact scary Dark, dark, urban, sometimes sweet piano melodies with metal polish to everything, from the very first place.
deserves a mention as well as post grace the cover of the folk Emmy The Great with her First Love and Mono and Red Sparowes , the return of some of my favorite heroes, post rock more 'that there is melodic, graceful, sweet, mournful, melancholy.

It is always the agreement that the absolute preference for walking to the movies instead of non-sense lisboetas allowed me to look closely at several premieres, and if Australia is bad but will win the Oscar for the screenplay for Tom Cruise had a fight with the Academy and the very beautiful Valkyrie by Bryan Singer, one who signed the usual suspects, will the sides of great jubilation, the film I had in the loop were the Wedding of Lorna, Highly recommended and especially Tony Manero Pablo Larrain , raw, empty, off the wonderful photography, portrait of broken dreams and lost a man of morality ed'un people at the dawn of the scheme Chile's Pinochet.

The truth is that if I were an interior decorator would have a passport of a country cool, but the edge in style and conviction, and I should not worry about the destiny of dying, I'd be six feet tall, I would together with a Portuguese pear stage 'so cool and with a fringe and intelligent, eat only the best Japanese sushi restaurants in portions of the infant with sticks and all the VIPs in the company of the jet-set instead of noodles with peppers, onion and wine frittatone Alentejo to Friday, I would talk about interesting things like orange curtains in the new villa's interior minister linking up to the international crisis expressing the concepts but without very deep 'say anything, I do not anguish so much with Sokurov's filmography because I would think so after seeing the film Brokeback Mountain Milk and no longer has' reason to exist, do not lose sleep behind 11 kids in purple mesh waking up only when they play with Milan so I do not like football and I should not try to justify in any way acceptable to my conscience, with which I have called the last album of Abba's why so much care has always been smashed asses and all history there has never been anyone.

But I'm just an ordinary book, all too often created in the image and likeness of the king of the Jews above.