Saturday, 8 March 2008
Wednesday, 18 July 2007
TODOS AO ATLANTICO AZUL!
Vão ao Atlântico Azul ver o poster que coloquei ontem sobre a Regata Atlântico Azul de dia 15 de Agosto de 2007! Basta aparecerem na praia do Rosário (na Moita), pelas 07h30 e embarcar! Venham ver as lindas embarcações típicas do Tejo em acção!... E juntem-se a nós na grande Almoçarada de Confraternização oferecida pelo EcoMuseu do Seixal!
Vão ao Atlântico Azul ver o poster que coloquei ontem sobre a Regata Atlântico Azul de dia 15 de Agosto de 2007! Basta aparecerem na praia do Rosário (na Moita), pelas 07h30 e embarcar! Venham ver as lindas embarcações típicas do Tejo em acção!... E juntem-se a nós na grande Almoçarada de Confraternização oferecida pelo EcoMuseu do Seixal!
Tuesday, 10 April 2007
HAPPY HOUR!!!
(A Foggy Day - George & Ira Gershwin)
Billie Holiday (1915-1959) left us one of the most transcendent bodies of work in all of Western culture. Like Sinatra, who revered her, and unlike Sarah Vaughan, who followed her in the regal line of American female singers, Holiday did not read music – she simply is music.
There are those who aver that her voice, never a magnificent instrument but always a strikingly honest one, had by the Fifties lost the new-penny shininess of the Thirties and the woody warmth of the Forties. By the Fifties, though her voice had coarsened and her intonation tended to wobble. Miss Holiday knew her business in much the way that a knockout-fighter-turned-crafty-counterpuncher knows his. Revisiting tunes that she’d done in two previous decades, her stick-and-move, bob-and-weave phrasing made her mostly a winner. And, as always, her time was of championship caliber.
Though she knew these numbers inside and out, Billie Holiday continued to uncover new shadings, nuances, and meanings. What she may have lost vocally is more than offset by the feeling we gain.
James Isaacs
(Introduction to Billie’s Best, 1992 PolyGram Records)

