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When You Like Music, You Sign Up for State.ie

State.ie is an on-line magazine whose line-up is great, music bloggers from Ireland. I cannot praise State.ie enough for all the work their team does.

I had been too relaxed to post here, blame it on the garden, a couple of songbirds I have been watching and can't guess their name. There nest was destroyed by the guys doing some work here. These birds are pretty obstinate.They have been making four nests simultaneously. The male, I guess, has an orange chest and head. They are small songbirds.

Need I say the music in State.ie is of the non-classical kind?

Here is State.ie for you. Click on the link to be taken there:

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While My Guitar Gently Weeps -Marya Bravo

Marya Bravo is the child of that Brazilian fan who sang with the Beatles, Lizzie Bravo. This show is about the Beatles' music, and Marya's dramatic performance is outstanding.
Click to check it out, please.

From East Texas: Michelle Shocked!

Michelle Shocked is a very independent musician, whose sense of right led her to her own label and property of her art. She is a bit shy, we met her in 1992, when she came to play Arkansas Traveler at MacCabe's.
It is my pride and privilege to present Michelle Shocked back to folk song, after a phase singing spirituals. The links show her website and the part of the website in which you can find her lyrics. The song is "Wanted Man." It was released yesterday on YouTube.

Saint John's in the Brazilian Northeast

Saint John's festivities used to be a lame combo of corn on the cob, bonfires, hilbilly costumes, not anymore, it seems. In the northeast of Brazil, in the land of Luiz Gonzaga, the revered icon of northeastern music, the real thing, driving the masses to madness is a combo of electronic music and forró plus very sassy lyrics. So I got one of the for you. Its very suggestive name is "Sit (on it) It's  Mint ." Northeasteners do have a way with words.
here is the link to a video. There is an official dance, of sorts, in which girls gyrate and seem to be sitting down and up, dressed in short skirts and bras. Check it out. Click! And join the mad crowd singing, "Senta que é de menta." I must thank a Brazilan blogger, Mr. Manson, for the tip and O Globo for the news and lyrics.

On a kewl-er note, another blog has a great link to a band that reminds me a lot of Os Mutantes. They are from São Paulo and this is their website, where you can download their music or buy the album.
http://www.expressomonofonico.mus.br/ Click and check it out. If I didn't have to listen to Steve (Jobs) I'd be listening to them all day long.

Do you enjoy the photo? Check out Gabizou2009 in my anarchic_universe Flickr group. He is so much better than me!

In the Still of the Night: Andrea Marcovicci

Every August we'd up and go see a beautiful dramatic songstress, Andrea Marcovicci, right here, at the Gardenia, a club which has had better days. At winter time she had a long commitment at the Algonquin Hotel, where everything except the prices is historic.
One year we saw Andrea's mother, who could have had a career in show business, but gave it up to take care of her daughter.
I can hear Momma Marcovicci 's deep voice singing "In the Still of the Night." I remember Andrea telling us details she researched on the life of café society in the beautiful Oak Room of the Algonquin Hotel, in between operatic deliveries of the Great American Songbook. Andrea Marcovicci has a presence, unlike some who may have a voice or no voice. Click for a performance of Andrea's, Someone to Love, and a set of the Algonquin Hotel, the two links in this posts. To come back you  may use the history of your browser. How did you like the story sent by the Knitting Club who never sleep,Yahoo's SAMOHI Pals?

Good Mornin' , Good Mornin'

Never Hum a Tune in a Taxicar in Rio

In my carefree early to mid-eighties, at the height of the so-called "dark" fashion in Rio de Janeiro, when I listened to Joy Division, New Order,
Killing Joke, The Alarm and in especial The Smiths, the big time American to make it in my Sony Walkman® was Bruce Springsteen.  I fell in love with his double LP and a friend gave me a cassette of the album. Oh, there was the early Jonathan Ritchman and there was Laurie Anderson, and the
Talking Heads . My friend in NYC gave me tapes of these.

I like to sing or hum songs albeit my voice gets out of tune at the third note, says Gabriel. Nicolas, my husband, can recognize what I sing, though.

(background info)I was a heavy smoker; I got away with smoking in class while I was teaching. My outfits was overalls, a T-shirt, my SonyWalkman®, my backpack, an acquired tem of practical fashion I picked up in NYC, and my Adidas shoes, royal blue with orange stripes. At night I used to hang out at a gay bar which served a delish tomato soup and drink Bloody Mary, Cochrane's. No wonder nobody ever made a pass at me ;P))

Rio de Janeiro is subject to unexpected tropical rain. This night was no different. A heavy rain fell, everybody was gone in a flash. I walked to the corner of an already deserted Botafogo neighborhood to hail a cab. To my surprise, a cab stops. The guy looked ug-leeee, scar-eee, but what the heck. A cab is a cab is a cab.

I hopped in a VW Beetle without a front seat, the cabbie asked me my destination, I gave it to him. There I am humming a song in Portuguese whose lyrics go,

"Stay with me tonight, you won't regret it, the wind outside is whipping cold, here warmth you will have."  (Where did I get this song from?)

He goes in the opposite direction. Well, I thought, a little dazed by the vodka, maybe he wants to try another route. When we are in the street of the cemetery São João Batista, he stops the car. A conversation ensues. He demands,

"Suck my c***."
"????? No, I won't"
"Suck my c***."

This went on, the pouring rain outside getting no thinner. The dialog was as repetitive as those routines in "Waiting for Godot."  Suddenly, he inquires, in a total off-topic,

"Can I take a piss?"
"As long as it's not in the car..."

My remark was nonchalant. I just sat there in the warmth of the car. He returns, says as he grabs one of my thighs wrapped under a semi-sheer white pantyhose,

"I always liked chunky white girls like you."

(Gee, thanks for the chunky. Good for me to be wearing a long sweatshirt that was supposedly a dress.) 
He adds,

"I got a Saturday Night Special in the glove compartment."

He opens it and shows me the cheap metal gun.

"Where are you going now?"

I request,

"Laranjeiras."

The SOB charges me full fare, and I let him keep the change.

Morning after it was English classes starting at seven. A double glass of cold coffee and cold milk, another cab, another day in the Cidade Maravilhosa, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

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Psychedelic rock -- Chrysalis 1967, Os Mutantes Later

I guess I begin to get what Anglophones call psychedelic rock.  I received in the mail a CD by Chrysalis -1967, a band my friends and I knew very well in 1970, thru a copy someone had gotten in London, don't ask me how. Amazon.com has its re-release.

Surprise, surprise. The recording has been re-released. It's awesome to kinda know what the band looked like 37 years ago. Just as Os Mutantes without Rita Lee or  Arnaldo Baptista record a new song, see below.

So, I guess there's a mini-revival of the "so-called" psychedelic music. Next, the surviving Dead will be throwing satellite-powered concerts with "get-your-own shrooms on-line." Those alive will see this or "Quem viver verá."

Another point on rock and roll I would like to leave here is priceless advice I received once from the Poet Laureate, (click for samples of his poetry) Paulo Henriques Britto:

"Never take sides when bands are undergoing internal fighting. Remember what John Lennon sang about Paul McCartney, 'The only thing you done was Yesterday.' "

I was heartbroken when Arnaldo Baptista, Sérgio Dias' older brother, left the tour in 2007. Even more so when I received the news he won't go back to music. He has a book to release and a film is being made about him. I hope all is well with the three brothers: César, who created the Regulus guitar, Arnaldo, and Sérgio. And all of Os Mutantes, Rita Lee and Dinho, Liminha, and those new to the band since London's Barbican Concert in 2006 who planted their seed of psychedelic rock for the next generation to follow.

A Rare Combo: NASA and The Beatles

This is old news, but of the good kind. The NASA antennæ network Deep Space started transmitting "Across the Universe" to space on the 40th anniversary of the song, in its original format, sung by the Beatles and two fans, Gaileen and Lizzie Bravo, a British fan and a Brazilian, respectively, on February 4.

The destination of the song is the Northern Star, in the Polaris constellation.  Its travel will take 431 years. You can find the original recording of "Across the Universe" here,in this YouTube link. Just click. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Plw9VlU8ek4

In Support of the WGA

David Letterman may be criticized for his blatant support for the DGA while Jay Leno crossed the picked line, noting unusual, considering the source.

Dave also brought on the show an awesome band I want to share with you, the Dropkick Murphy's in a song for all workers.

First Timer on YouTube - The Jam -Dream Time

An amazing find on YouTube: a video of The Jam live in Germany, 1980. Be among the first 100 people to watch it.  The classy discretely foul-mouthed boys sing "Dream time."

Don't Blame Your Reduplication on Me

Reduplication is a device found in all languages, seemingly, in which there is a repetition of a syllable. I learned about this with Doug Pulleyblank, my phonology professor at USC in 1986, whose passion for reduplication took him to Africa, so I hear. And there went my friend Uschi, for the same purpose. So, I learned that the future is formed in Tagalog, one of the languages in the Philipines, by repeating the first syllable. Thus, "sulat" means write and susulat means will write.

Brazilians are quite xenophobic. A study somewhere in the links of this blog shows this.; The Native-Brazilians live far and isolated. Brazilians adopt the term bizarre for anything they feel is alien to their culture.

So, the Tagalog example was considered bizarre. A little bit of research showed that it's present in English, as in willy-nilly, flegma-shmegma, hokey-pokey, Freaky Deaky; English must be a civilized language although its spelling is bizarre to me. However, had we changed our spelling, how many works in English would have become out of our reach today?

I found a great video of a Portuguese band playing Noel Rosa's "Gago Apaixonado." Theirs is a great chorinho played wtih Portuguese instruments, sung with a Portuguese from Portugal accent.

A gago  is a stutterer. Get ahold of your favorite Brazilianist and have him/her check out the lyrics for you.

Are the Beatles So Dead, After all?

I am glad I was able to go to the movies in Rio de Janeiro when the movies were dirt cheap and watch A Hard Day's Night and Help! almost a hundred times, each. We were so far from the Beatlemania scene, we re-created it in the movie theaters.  My favorite Beatle is George Harrison. (Yesterday my husband and I saw LIVE an Aston Martin. I am sure George Harrison had one of those. Or many.
We memorized the dialogs of the movies and recited our Beatles' lines.  That was one of the ways I relearned my native language.

What I had no idea of back then was how much of a tribute to the Marx Bros. their zany films were. That is one aspect I love about Los Angeles.  There is no reason not to know your film facts in Hollywoodland. Rented videos, films in museum retrospectives, festivals; films are an essential component of our cultural life. What culture?  Film.

Some thirty years after the Marx Bros. Richard Lester used the Beatles to pay tribute to non-sequitur dialog, non-sense humor, double entendres.

Now, a little past thirty years since the Beatles recorded for the last time, do we have any musical film to follow in the quality of Help! -- I wonder.

GreenDay was clowning around, but it seems the rock scene is filled with causes; I love Green Day for its "American Idiot" wake-up call, but I wish there were a lighter side to entertainers.

Until that happens, I guess our boys from Liverpool hold a place in film and music history that can't be surpassed just yet although I haven't seen
"I'm Not There" yet.  won't you watch The Traveling Wilburys, which puts together Roy Orbison, Jeffrey Lynn, Tom Petty,  George Harrison and The Joker Bob Dylan in "Handle Me With Care"?   You are a few clicks away from the controversial Dylan biopic, kind of, and the Traveling Wilburys.

Join me for the ride, won't you?

A Draft on an Idea - Indie Schism and Hip-Hop

This is just an idea I had after reading the letters of this weeks' issue of the New Yorker. Now I have to find the article that originated the letters. I am sure it's got to be the bedside table of the Velvet Howlers, to train recondite meaning and words.
The idea in the letters was simple. It struck me as genius and I thank the mail to The New Yorker for the concept.  While there wasn't much of a problem for the first British Invasion to acknowledge their music's being heavily influenced by country and western, the blues and rock and roll, the globalization of recent decades and subsequent diversification of music have made it difficult for Indie rock to acknowledge the influence of either country or black roots in their music.
The question left to answer is "How white is Indie?" and how all these roots permeate modern sounds. I have been listening to MP3s in Nialler9, the top Irish music blog, seeking an answer and updates to my knowledge.
A partial truth dawns on me. Os Mutantes unquestionable success in their regrouping stems from their resilience.
First, there is a public young and old for the sound they make. Second,  they survived while so many 80s groups are no more.

These are just random thoughts of an early Saturday morning to get me out of politics and back into music. To say I did listen to music, I did listen to opera last night. Nah! Not Green Day's American Idiot or Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody or The Who.  The Marx Bros.click. A Night at the Opera,click; comic relief to all possible glitches in life, with beautiful Kitty Carlisle.

Later!

To Shear the Fleece

Last night we went to visit a French quasi-bistro, quasi-restaurant to treat our son to his favorite food: French food. Here are the photos of the French, who are closet Latinos to me, just a tad more sanguinary. And of me, back to black hair after my roots were showing for ages.

"Yes, I am fat. Tomorrow I shall not be fat, but you'll still be ugly."  That is a variation of a Churchill quote.
Take the title as you please.  GHR got his fleece sheared. So now, the loves of my life and one photo of me and the French. Tina Oiticica Harris, the two French from the south.
R. got a braid somewhere. GHR got glasses and braces, a few zits. Tomorrow we go celebrate his birthday at the Museum by USC.  And this photo is of my "true love, for if it dies it wasn't love," in a free variation of Nelson Rodrigues' saying.
Nicolas F.Rouquette, sometimes irascible from exhaustion, sometimes sermonizing his thoughts out loud, can be found on Google under Remote Agent, the software that opened the series "New Millennium" for NASA. He's my husband and the father of our most elaborate and exquisite creation. Together they drive me nuts. The French joke will be for tomorrow. With you GHR and Nic:  Check out Nic's sh*-eating near grin of pride
for our son. Click to enlarge and enjoy.

Michelle Shocked Is Back

Many times I write about the need to distinguish the person from the persona. Michelle Shocked is back with a beautiful spiritual. I followed all of her career until her disappearing act. We met at a small guitar store. Somewhere in the house I have her autographs and Arkansas Traveler poster.

I guess she can still qualify for the Americana "label" I commented on yesterday on B12 Solipsism's blog.  The person is spiritual, the persona on this video reminds me of ole Michelle.

From mshocked on YouTube, a new song.

Green Day - Gutter Punks- Your Child Could Become One

Green Day's American Idiot song, released in 2004, remains tops in describing the pathology involving our society.  American Idiot the album portrays American families with teens or twenty-somethings under their broken wings. American Idiot the album seems to have been the first recording of the struggle of an American lower middle class single parent family with a reality of doom for high school drop-outs. Nowadays there are no jobs even for college graduates. The appeal of the album is universal as unemployment strikes the world thru globalization.
Some say Billie Joe Armstrong spent a couple of weeks roaming around the Bay Area to catch the vibe for this touching depiction of our youth while others see a touch of autobiography in the creation of Jesus of Suburbia, Saint Jimmy, and What's-Her-Name.

The album portrays social phenomena referred to as ghetto punks(the poor regardless of color), or gutter punks. The latter are younger than ever, ten year-olds, roaming the streets, highly self-destructive and hopeless.
There's not much new in depicting the lost children of broken homes. Axl Rose did it in "Mr. Brownstone", a song about addiction and abandoned buildings on Western Avenue, next to Holywood. I remember seeing the children, tattooed and drugged, roaming Hollywood Boulevard. Before that, others, such as Allen Ginsberg, lamented the fate of our youth albeit in a different context.

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A Nightcap - Otro Lado del Río - Jorge Drexler

Sometimes a song sticks in one's head the only way I know to "take it away" is to play it over and over.  That's the case of "Otro lado del río" by Jorge Drexler, that Oscar© -winning song Antonio Banderas ruined on Oscar© night.
Here is the song from "Motorcycle Diaries." I don't care for Che or for motorcycles.  I like Gael García Bernal and the song stuck in my head.

That Was a Loooooong Coffee Break

Suddies by Michael Loeb, B. Ud. Weisser et al. (Bebum Press, 2005) indicate the problemas bloggers face with technology are the most stressul they may can experience. At the beat of "Waters of March,"

A server, some typos, a keyboard, a Mac

The XTML

The Outlook Express...

My problema was a total human failure. I fell asleep and just woke up. Not for being a lazy bones; just for being tired.

It is in my nature to push myself. Our wonderful machine-body has its own limitations. So I'm back to say I am still tired and will see you tomorrow.

Aguas de março will be here.

You may also feel like checking on the other Jobim or Elis Regina songs. Just click on a good not perfect video with okay translation, thank goodness!

O que tinha que ser - Tom e Vinícius

I am a night person. Running behind, I apologize. The name of one of my top five songs, music and lyrics is O quê tinha que ser, by Tom Jobim and Vinicius de Moraes. Tom was a maestro playing in bars in an alley in Copacabana. Whatever one can find when one has children. I saw him play only once, here at the Hollywood Bowl. Then I saw him at the end of his life, heavy like me, sitting at a BBQ-restaurant, an elegant all you can eat, drinking beer on tap, smoking, more red meat. He came here and died on Immaculate Conception, December 8.

Vinicius de Moraes was one of the youngest ever diplomats in Itamaraty. While Tom was married to Teresa for a looong time, Vinicius would move on. I saw him when I was a teenager, in 1965 or 1966. Although raised in a Catholic school, having learned Latin, although raised traditionally, Vinicius was irreverent. The other diplomats felt spiteful, I guess. Mommy and I used ot argue this point. She'd say he was a shame to Brazil. I'd say he did more for Brazil than any of the others, except the Baron who sliced a big chunk of Bolivia for us, Barão do Rio Branco. Mommy argued he drank and never wore a suit to work. Vinicius died peacefully in his bathtub, in Bahia.
I used to cry for George Harrison while one of his daughters would cry for Paul. Vinicius wrote about the sof-boiled egg-sucking mouth of Paul's. I can see that; like trying to say "Le chapeau pointu."

Here are the lyrics, by Vinicius. I'll translate them to the best of my ability tomorrow. Look for the video in thepost right after Links, please.

reproduced for educational purposes only. ©
O que tinha de ser

(Tom Jobim e Vinícius de Moraes)

Int.: Em
Em
Porque foste na vida
E7
A última esperança
Am
Encontrar-te me fez criança
B7
Porque já eras meu
Em
Sem eu saber sequer
C
Porque és o meu homem
B7
E eu tua mulher
Em
Porque tu me chegaste

Sem me dizer que vinhas
E7 Am
E tuas mãos foram minhas com calma
C
Porque foste em minh'alma
Am
Como um amanhecer
B7 E (Em)
Porque foste o que tinha de ser

Warm-up: BP v. Whiting,IN - Let's Study a Bit

While I wake-up for real, let's mosh figuratively to Eminem's  "Mosh" and to his Academy Award Winner, "Lose It."  BP is flooding Google with propaganda. Let's start telling this story from the beginning, okay?

Not enough?  Wikipædia's Great Lakes entry.  And another, should you be bored. I'm sooo tired I overslept. I'm sorry.

Image: Space shot > Wiki, NASA, JPL. Later!

Link # 1

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Later Os Mutantes at The El Rey ; Now Titãs

Like the Clash, here it comes, my announcement with Guitars. I must tell you I've been dealing with those surprising Murphy's law + Gravity law health problemas.  I have muscle weakness again, and feel I am going to fall.  On the other hand, my asthma is under control, the recently diagnosed diabetes too.  The trip of the day was the ophtalmologist. In his reception room, smack at the entrance, a red Fender ( don't let Arnaldo Baptista read the word Fender, please) signed by Eddie Van Halen. I like "Hot for Teacher" --a reality of life, and "Jump" a merry song.The doctor was from Queens, and the treatment regal (pun not intended.)
Surprise: the prescription I had from an HMO doctor was completely inaccurate.  At the new doctor the ambience was serene and there was no rush, like "C'mon! One or two?"
Because of a couple of problemas doctors can't diagnose, namely, I start getting dizzy after a bottle of Scotch ( nah! I don't drink) and feel I am going to fall, along with muscle weakness, third episode since last year in Ipanema, and the sudden tremors of my hands, I go back to taciturn Dr. Neurologist.  My husband and I spent six hours on the Saint John's Hospital west block.
I must keep on resting with my legs elevated ( nothing between them, this is PG-14) so I don't swell.  When I wake up I will continue with the show.  I hope I will have my QuickTime Pro and another piece of software to bring my MPEGs to life.  Thanks for your patience.
A band  I really enjoyed,Titãs, also from São Paulo, was big in the eighties and actually came here to West Los Angeles, where Forrest Gump here saw them and Liminha, former bass player for Os Mutantes turned producer.  Liminha was a bagful of eye candy.  In honor of the hypocrisy of the Archdiocesis of Los Angeles, let's hear "Igreja".  The lyrics say I don't like _____. Não gosto de (papa) Não gosto de bispo and so on.  It was a shocking song back then.
Os Titãs, Igreja.  From São Paulo, where else? Play it loud.

When Punk Is Revolutionary in Many Ways -- Green Day

It was sometime during fall 2004. I used to stay up late to watch David Letterman, just because his jokes were sharper than kiss-up Jay's. The program was nearing its end. Generally I am multi-tasking when the TV is on. I missed the name of the band, but its sound drove me to the fornt of the tube. "I know this face," I thought while hypnotized by the song. Then I read "Green Day" on the drumkit. Green Day? Those clowns whose success somewhat coincided with my Kurt Cobain widow status? It was Green Day. American Idiot, the song, and the album, which I downloaded from Apple that same night, changed my life and I am sure that of many others in the USA, perhaps abroad.

It's too bad the song came out too late. Its biting criticism of our administration and the neglect our undepriviledged youth are offered  is unparalleled. Green Day wrote about the obnoxious kids in the street, the so-called gutter-punks, those who have no links to society, family or school.

In America we find a lot on people of colorbeing profiled and pitied. We don't find that much on the "white" kids of divorce, Ritalin, quasi-poverty. Unless they commit suicide, like Kurt Cobain. Or go to jail. Or rap as well as Eminem.

Recruiters of poor whites, the majority of troops in Iraq, will receive 2 thousand dollars per sucker who carries on with training.

Green Day and their music, message without preaching, affordable concerts, their having been there and knowing about it, make it vital that all of us join in the fight against this war, illegal wiretappings, curbing of our liberties, rewarding of traitors.

We can and we must stop this non-sense, this Idiot. Now.

Do You Have a Crush on Obama, Too?

Maybe someone remembers the chick singing and grinding to the power of her lipgloss (was it organic?)  I must thank Freaky Deaky for that find.

And now I must thank Swanksalot in Chicago, who has kept close tabs on Barack Obama's politics on environment, especially, for this find.
His campaign denies having anything to do with it.  They denied having anything to do with the 1984/Hillary video, which did originate from one dude in Obama's campaign.

Here's with you, Crush on Obama. Courtesy of B12 Partners. No lipgloss for these below ;P))

The Brighter Side Isn't Suicide. Dance Tonight!

I  would like to inform you my hours are reduced. I am swelling a lot while waiting for a doctor's report.
A couple of hours ago I read a harrowing true story in the California Section of The Los Angeles Times. The story is by Christine Hanley, Times Staff Writer.
Less than two weeks ago I found a MySpace profile I reported to MySpace, filled with bogus info about us and my child.  It's been deleted.  My own profile receives bogus invites from "friends" who are "spam."

I remember the old days when I belonged to a board on Nirvana@AOL.  Steve Case used to answer our mail.  The board moderators actually moderated, what a concept.  I met a few friends on-line.  One was a woman, Kurtcobaniac; the other a man, HeartShapedBox. Even Courtney Love was on line on AOL.  My female friend was very warm and we were close for a while.

She developed fibromyalgia in 1998-99.  I didn't pay much attention to her complaints, such is human nature.  Then I had it in 1999.
In 2000, she had breast cancer.  Gee, that was really bad. I had it in 2001 and got my nice new breasts in 2002.

My friend was extremely zealous over her daughters use of the Internet.  I thought she was too paranoid.  Now I wish I knew better. Had known better. Our teen is addicted to "free games."  That's nothing, you'd say.  It'd be nothing if our teen did homework.

The story Christine Hanley reports is very sad.  My recollection is that a 14-year-old girl was stalked by a 29-year-old Texan on MySpace. Her parents confiscated her computer.  The relationship continues. He comes to California, she has sex with him, he dumps her.
She was a virgin. A dreamy teen.  She commits suicide.
The parents did what they could do.  I was in a commentary box a few days ago in which the kids, most of them, defended the right to suicide.  I understand the right to abortion and euthanasia.  Suicide is a consequence of an unwell being.  Drugs, depression, even anti-depressants can trigger suicide.

I feel sorry for the family and remember my AOL friend, from the days previous to all the sites available on the Internet.  She was so right.

Nirvana ?- You Know You're Right  Lyrics

However, on a brighter note, today is the birthday of Sir Paul, former Beatle.
He's 65 today. Woah!  I remember when I thought my mother was old at 50!

So, here's to Paul McCartney.  Dance Tonight!  Maybe later?

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Os Mutantes-Best Show of the Year - 2006; Beatles-40 Years Ago Today

Here we go, on the 40th anniversary of the release of "Sergeant Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band" a clipping I just received.

Os Mutantes -The Best Show of Last Year

Balada do Louco   and Ando Meio Desligado

Both songs performed in São Paulo, in January, 2007.  Both videos quite superquality good.

Enjoy!

The Beatles: cool li'l video:

The Beatles: Clips of The Yellow Submarine (I can't wait for an agreement between Apple Corp. and Apple Inc.)

The end of the album, A Day in the Life

What is the importance of Sgt. Pepper's ?  It was an album without silence betwee cuts.  The Beatles openly went psychedelic. The span of topics is quite vast and mature.  From "When I'm 64" to "She's Leaving Home" and "Day in the Life" itself, the Beatles cap an evolution clear in Rubbersoul and Revolver.  The independence among the Beatles is clearer.  We all know what that led to.
If you want to hear interviews and more bits and pieces, type "Beatles Anthology" on your YouTube search.

See you!
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