Where do you think you’re going?

Between the answer “no where” and the “I don’t know”, there are a lot of possible other answers to this question depending on the structural formation of the person you’re inquiring. Structural formation! Wow, I am really a good bullshit maker…

One of these days I was in my son’s bedroom trying to play his electrical guitar and there was he, watching me with that childish looking of a son looking at his old father while thinking “yeah, you’d better be planting potatoes”. I have realized I was not deserving his admiration at the same time my finger tips were already hurting because I do not play guitar since I was a couple of years older than my son is today. So I said “take your guitar and play something nice for me”. I was thinking about Muse as I and him are big fans of that British band but no, he went through some themes from Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, other bands from my youth and, imagine, Dire Straits! So, my boy is not living his time, he is living mine. I mean, musically speaking, of course…

Mark Knopfler was the leader of Dire Straits. When he left the band, 1995, to continue his solo projects, the band died. I remember many musics made by that band but above all I remember that very much specific style of Mark Knopfler playing his guitar. After its appearance, the band went right away to the top of the world musical scene because Dire Straits had a style which was really unique by then. Great guitar player, writer, composer and singer, Mark Knopfler was and still his one of my favorites. It seems now he is one of my son’s favorites as well.

Out of all those themes, I have chosen this one here, “Where Do You Think You’re Going?”, which caused some impact on me, in that phase of my youth, because it’s a hell of question, isn’t it?. There was no romance associated to my preference. Yes, I had then my girlfriend but there was no reason to give relevance to the whole lyrics of this song because I and she were going fine and there was no need to tell her “you better go with me or you gonna be without me”. So, I have decided to pick that song and make a slight video edition to include the translation of its lyrics to Portuguese, my native language. Even so, I must confess that, while editing, I have thought about many people I know who have not a single clue about where they think they’re going in life but that was not the main issue here. I also thought about those people I already have met and clearly have no idea of where they think they’re going to when they take this or that action.

May the gods help us going somewhere…

by Dire Straits
Where do you think you’re going?, in Communiqué (Dire Straits album), © 1979
Video clip edited by Zé Barbosa (includes subtitles in Portuguese).

Into The Sun

Former vocalist of Nightwish, a Finnish heavy metal music band where at a certain point her voice was replaced by another female voice, the singer-songwriter and composer Tarja Turunen[1], born August 17, 1977, always have impressed me by the power of her voice and, of course, her monumental northern beauty.

Tarja Turunen

I met Nightwish for the first time a couple of years ago and I immediately got caught for some of their ballads, one of them already presented here in this blog. That song, While Your Lips Are Still Red, which I made my family “voluntarily” listening to for a couple of weeks, is performed by one of the male members of the band, Marco Hietala, who owns a powerful male voice. Tarja had already left the band in 2005[2] and that beautiful song, which was part of a movie’s soundtrack, wouldn’t be that much beautiful if it were sung by her as I think that everything in that theme was pointing to a male voice.

What really impressed me on Tarja, was her decision to use her female voice very well trained for classical music in a heavy metal band. I don’t like heavy metal, generally speaking, but the truth is that some of their themes, surely not the heavy ones, sound pretty good to me. And Tarja makes of some Nightwish’s themes a sound that I will never forget. If you wanna give it a try, play for instance “Sleeping Sun”, here below, where you’ll clearly notice her lyric soprano style. Well, her voice, the music and the images of a middle-age battle will carry you into a fantasy world which, actually, I do love sometimes to be carried into.

What is a northern female beauty? Well, thinking of North of Europe, when I look at Tarja, I am transported to countries like Denmark, Norway and Finland, lands formerly walked by the famous barbarians Vikings. I know she is not blond but who says that every woman in the north has to be blond? Anyhow, out of all videos I watched on YouTube.com, Tarja is always awesome in her performances. What a woman! What a singer!

Feel like knowing more about Tarja Turunen? Then have a look at her website.

Meanwhile, may the gods keep creating women like this one…

  1. Tarja Soile Susanna Turunen, from Kitee, Finland.
  2. It seems this band breakup was not a very nice story. Some people say that it was caused by a Tarja’s behavior not very much appreciated by the rest of the band’s members. Who knows? It could be. Her beauty is not a guarantee of a delightful personality…

Reformulations

I have never denied my roots and I hope I never will. Mental sanity comes up first as my concern in whatever I do. There was a time when I believed, like any teenager or young adult do, I was carrying with me the whole truth. I was inflexible. I used to take tolerance as a personality defect. I was wrong. I lived too long sunk in those mistakes. I am reformulating and I love it. It’s not too late. Never is too late if you were not able to find out you needed it before.

It was a gray tuesday in September[1]. It could have been any other day, with any other weather. But it was precisely that one, cloudy and rainy. The world is made of coincidences, if coincidence exists. I feel no regrets for my life reset[2]. More than ever, I feel the pleasure of wanting and being able to reformulate myself, my behavior, my beliefs. I escaped to my place of election for giving space to a life’s flashback. No submission to the past. I always run away from my past. I want to have a future. Therefore I think the present.

Great days are built over bad ones. For sailing blue seas sometimes it may happen you have to go through black ones. Moments of full control may follow those ones when you think it was lost. Let’s keep seeking. Let’s keep surviving. Let’s keep breathing in, breathing out. Let’s keeping counting up to 500. Or up to 1000. Let’s rephrase. Let’s redo. Let’s remake. Let’s agree to. Let’s reforgive. Let’s redraw. With dignity…

May the gods help me reformulating…

by Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark[3]
‘The Black Sea’, in Universal, © 1996
Video clip created by Zé Barbosa.
  1. I drove to the beautiful Portuguese village called Caminha but I made a deviation to the place where the river Minho meets the sea. There you can find a camping place, a large green area for walking or for a picnic and a tranquil beach both from the river or the sea side.
  2. See this post here.
  3. Also known shortly as OMD.

Let’s Talk About It

Guys, I must confess: I really had to write this post! I hope I will be forgiven by Ms. M “The Celtic Woman”, who I love very much, but I was not able to resist to doing it.

Yep, I’ve just had my very first breach in this interesting chat world with the lady mentioned above, after a strong argument which it seems to probably be the end of something. Was it? The story is simple. There was I this morning ending my two hours footing along the coast, entering my car, sitting down, trying to overcome the unpleasant feeling of being covered by sweat, switching on my car’s engine and… voilá, the music from Everything but the Girl, titled I Don’t Want to Talk About It, invaded my car’s cubicle. I gave a big smile while thinking “I gotta talk about it”. Here I am, talking about a virtual relationship. Almost real, yet virtual…

The good part of this is that I can’t stop smiling while writing down this post. The bad part of this is that it seems that Ms. M is really pissed off with me. It was not my intention to cause such a situation but that is what life is about: sometimes we’re up, other we’re down. I must say, protecting my fame for being a good boy, I did my best to fix it. But women are really cruel when they want, very often much more than men. So, I guess I am already dead meat as of writing this post. Nevertheless, I still hope things will get better as life is going on as I do believe that both of us, I and Ms. M, want not to get rid of such a speech fluency over endless hours about the many different topics we have gone and, hopefully, will go through.

Let’s say that I have no intention at all of speaking seriously about cyberchat. Guys, in my age, we no longer give a damn about idiotic moralistic speeches. Furthermore, I am a blogger. I am an almost addicted computer user, as well. So much addicted that every time I have to handwrite a long text, I start feeling pain in my fingers after a while. So, let’s enjoy what is enjoyable, while enjoyable. That’s what I am doing and I feel happy with that. However, virtual relationships are even so relationships as in both sides there are human beings. Being so, not all experiences of this nature are empty and just a way to kill time. They may hurt you sometimes. They may really please you other times. They are, anyhow, part of every involved part’s life.

Meanwhile, I will try my best to fix things with Ms. M, “The Celtic Woman”…

In English

I can tell by your eyes that
you’ve prob’bly been cryin’ forever,
and the stars in the sky don’t mean nothin’ to you,
they’re a mirror.
I don’t wanna talk about it,
how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won’t you listen to my heart,
whoa, whoa, my heart?

If I stand all alone, will the shadow
hide the colors of my heart;
blue for the tears, black for the night’s fears.
The stars in the sky don’t mean nothin’ to you,
they’re a mirror.
I don’t wanna talk about it,
how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won’t you listen to my heart,
whoa, my heart?

I don’t wanna talk about it,
how you broke this ol’ heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won’t you listen to my heart,
whoa, my heart?
My poor heart, my heart.

Em Português

Posso dizer pelos teus olhos que
tens provavelmente estado a chorar o tempo todo,
e as estrelas no céu não significam nada para ti,
elas são um espelho.
Eu não quero falar sobre isso,
como despedaçaste o meu coração.
Se eu ficar aqui apenas um pouco mais de tempo,
Se eu ficar aqui, conseguirás ouvir o meu coração,
ouh, ouh, meu coração?

Se eu ficar sozinho,
esconderá a sombra as cores do meu coração;
Azul para as lágrimas, negro para os medos da noite.
As estrelas no céu não significam nada para ti,
elas são um espelho.
Eu não quero falar sobre isso,
como despedaçaste o meu coração.
Se eu ficar aqui apenas um pouco mais de tempo,
Se eu ficar conseguirás ouvir o meu coração,
ouh, meu coração?

Eu não quero falar sobre isso,
como tu despedaçaste todo o meu coração.
Se eu ficar aqui apenas um pouco mais de tempo,
Se eu ficar conseguirás ouvir o meu coração,
ouh, meu coração?
Meu pobre coração, meu coração.

by Everything but the Girl
I Don’t Want to Talk About It, in Idlewild, © 1988
Free translation to Portuguese by Zé Barbosa.
Video clip created/edited by unknown.

Temporary Peace

Among all decisions taken in the last couple of years, there’s one still prevailing as a right choice, yet perhaps not in the best moment. Nevertheless, it’s always good to feel there is life inside me. There is freedom. And freedom can drive you anywhere you wish, as long you wish something.

Here I am back to Anathema, a British alternative rock band full of powerful themes, no matter if I am talking about the music or the lyrics. Because I am still going through an “Anathema” phase, I’ve found this music and here it is because, yes, I am feeling a temporary peace. This time I will not leave here the lyrics because what matters here today is that only the title and the music are the ones matching what I am feeling right now. Meaning, lyrics of this song are not relevant for me today but they are beautiful anyway.

The what to do and what not do. The what to think and what not think. The what to be and what not be. The what to wish and what not wish. The what to like and what not like. The what to love and what not love. The what to say and what not say. Everything is real and harmonious. This is what peace is all about…

There is a time when things which were a problem somewhere in one’s life no longer occupy a relevant space in the sequence of happening things. Life is meaningless, I said it already several times here. I haven’t found many people subscribing to it but that is not something that will cause me any kind of brain crash. It’s a nonsense to hide ourselves behind any form of god just to avoid the terrible feeling of not knowing the answer to the question “where are we coming from, where are we going to?”. It is possible to live well without having an answer to that question while believing that life is meaningless. After life? There is nothing…

Where is my materialistic pragma?

Cohen’s Return 2012

After releasing the acclaimed Old Ideas, Leonard Cohen’s 12th record of original tracks, the legendary singer/composer/poet comes back to the stage for a world-wide tour that, naturally, includes Portugal, on 7th October, at the Pavilhão Atlântico.

After a career spanning six decades, Leonard Cohen, unquestionably one of the biggest singer-songwriters of all time, is still in good shape. Evidence of this is the newly released Old Ideas, which went straight to number 1 in charts all over the world, making it the biggest success of his career. The critics also surrendered to the record, with the The Telegraph calling it “a work of genius”.

Quoting W.B. Yeats, Irving Layton and Walt Whitman as literary references, Leonard Cohen started making waves in the music industry in the 60s. The lyrics on desire, love, religion, death and isolation have been an inspiration for fans and musicians in the whole world. With over 1,330 covers of his songs, the work of Leonard Cohen has impassioned other musicians such as U2, REM, Nick Cave or Johnny Cash, among many others.

The records “Songs of Leonard Cohen” (1967), “The Future” (1993) and “Ten New Songs” (2001) and the singles “Hallelujah” and “Suzanne”, are considered classics, and rightly so. His literary genius and musical talent are as legendary as Leonard Cohen himself.

The world tour, between 2008 and 2010, was also acclaimed by the press, with the The Observer praising the show as “an evening of pure gold”, while the Daily Telegraph called it “immaculate, beautiful, exquisite”. The Independent wrote that to hear Leonard Cohen sing is still an experience ” to truly make young women and romantics shiver and sweat “. The Daily Express praised him, saying that “Leonard Cohen is special and the two-and-a-half hours of concert are unforgettable”. A journalist for the Irish Independent wrote that “What I witnessed was soul inspiring on every level, I have never been so moved by a performance, everything about the night was magical”, while The Times suggested, “On this kind of grand autumnal form, he should tour every year”.

To the delight of his army of fans, the magnetic and inimitable Leonard Cohen returns to the stage in a European tour with the most emotional, poignant and legendary show ever.

  • Minimum age: 3 years
  • Promoter: Everything Is New
  • Closing tickets sales: 07-10-2012 11:00
  • Show length: 120 minutes

Regarding the place and prices:[1]

I’m still loyal to Cohen since decades and I was in its concert in Lisbon, 2009. Let me offer you here a little bit of Cohen to whet your appetite and make you buy a ticket for October 7th:

by Leonard Cohen
Suzanne (Leonard Cohen song), in London concert, live, © 2008
  1. Previous text and following showroom image have been extracted from BlueTicket.pt website.

Love Of My Life

For the many words already said. For the many words still on the way. For the many smiles and laughs freely given. For the much harmony between thoughts. For the many stops for thinking before typing. For the many reformulations. For the many seconds staring at the wide liquid. For the many times fingers have frozen over the keys. For the many ohs and ahs. For the many loves and hates. For the the many stops and go ons. For the many yes and nos. For the many cookies and colas. For the many exits and returns… This post is a tribute to Ms. M “The Celtic Woman” and her great appreciation for the good rockers Queen (band) with its fantastic leader Freddie Mercury, who unfortunately already passed away in 1991.

“Love Of My Life” is a timeless ballad. Love is one of the most sought things in the world by human beings. Despite all atrocities we are capable of, everyone of us always desires to go through moments when we feel that somebody, somewhere, thinks about us with… love. And what is love? Well, I am not the proper man to define it. I don’t want to define it. Also because that is not the purpose of this post. It’s not also the purpose of this post to declare myself in love with something or somebody. I’ve just got into this situation where a good girl and a good song got together in the middle of endless hours of chat. Pleasant hours, I should say.

Chatting using Internet for it, it’s just another way of communication. Very much accepted by some, condemned by other, cyber-chatting it’s just a sign of modern times. Just that, straight and rough. It’s also straight and rough what cyber-chatting can cause in one’s mind, spirit or soul. So what? Every single action or thought of yours can cause mind, spirit or soul alteration. Like drinking, taking drugs, working, smiling, breathing, watching, walking, eating, thinking,… Going deeper and for despair of some defenders of old paper letters and chats in flesh and blood, cyber-chatting has replaced the traditional long evenings of family or friends seated in front of the fire, very much practiced in gone times. There was no computers by then!

Oh, the times they are a changing…

In English

Love of my life,
You hurt me,
You broken my heart,
Now you leave me

Love of my life can’t you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me

Love of my life don’t leave me,
You’ve stolen my love you now desert me,

Love of my life can’t you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me

You will remember when this is blown over,
And everything’s all by the way,
When I grow older,
I will be there at your side,
To remind how I still love you
I still love you
I still love you

Hurry back hurry back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me

Love of my life,
Love of my life

Em Português

Amor da minha vida,
Tu me magoaste,
Tu despedaçaste o meu coração,
E agora deixas-me

Amor da minha vida será que não vês,
Trá-lo de volta, trá-lo de volta,
Não o afastes de mim,
Porque não sabes o que para mim significa

Amor da minha vida, não me deixes,
Roubaste-me o amor e agora abandonas-me,

Amor da minha vida será que não vês,
Trá-lo de volta, trá-lo de volta,
Não o afastes de mim,
Porque não sabes o que para mim significa

Irás lembrar-te quando isto acabar,
E tudo não passar de um sonho,
Quando eu envelhecer,
Eu lá estarei ao teu lado,
Para te lembrar como ainda te amo
Eu ainda te amo
Eu ainda te amo

Volta depressa, bem depressa,
Não o afastes de mim,
Porque não sabes o que significa para mim

Amor da minha vida,
Amor da minha vida

by Queen
Love Of My Life, in A Night at the Opera[1], © 1975
Free translation to Portuguese by Zé Barbosa.
  1. My number one favorite record from Queen.

Incantation

I woke up this morning, in this sunny day when Portuguese celebrate one of Our Lady of Fátima’s visits to the village of Fatima, Portugal, with the strange wish of saying something about Syria, a country in Western Asia, bordering Lebanon and the Mediterranean Sea to the West, Turkey to the north, Iraq to the east, Jordan to the south, and Israel to the southwest. Wow, what a neighborhood…

And you may ask yourself: “what the hell has Our Lady of Fátima to do with Syria?”. A lot, I should say. It’s why I delivered myself for a short time to the pleasures of movie direction, music selection and sarcasm profession. The result? A little video clip. What for? If it would really matter… Any moral attached? Always. Will it contribute to the world’s happiness? Probably. Will it contribute to the author’s happiness? Definitely. Is this an example of free speech? I think so!