Luis Soares's Blog, page 37
December 1, 2020
Último mês de Vinte Vinte
A Antena 3 volta a levar a música portuguesa ao vivo ao canal da RTP1, com a segunda temporada do Eléctrico. O conceito é simples: duas bandas frente a frente na plateia da sala. Vão passar pelo programa 42 bandas num total de 21 episódios. As gravações decorreram no verão de 2020 no Capitólio, em Lisboa. Música ao vivo e conversa guiada pelo Henrique Amaro e a Vanessa Augusto.
Neste episódio, Branko e Julinho KSD estão frente a frente. Branko é o DJ e produtor que conhecemos dos Buraka Som Sis...
November 30, 2020
Michael Kiwanuka: Tiny Desk (Home) Concert
The Tiny Desk is working from home for the foreseeable future. Introducing NPR Music's Tiny Desk (home) concerts, bringing you performances from across the country and the world. It's the same spirit — stripped-down sets, an intimate setting — just a different space.
By Abby O'Neill | November 16, 2020
Enter the unassuming and innately talented Michael Kiwanuka from a "rainy London" flat that's dimly lit with a vintage feel. The Mercury Prize-winning musician evokes an all-encompassing softness ...
November 29, 2020
Um rio de 48 anos.
Camané - Sei de um Rio | Eléctrico | Antena 3
November 27, 2020
I Just Want to Dance
I just wanna dance, dance, dance, dance
Makes me feel alive, feel alive
I get kind of mad, mad, mad, mad
We lost another life, life, life, life
I just wanna dance, dance, dance, dance
Makes me feel alive, feel alive
I get kind of mad, mad, mad, mad
We lost another life, life, life, life
Boom bap boom ba doom bap
Got to find a way out
I'm sick of hearing lies
Got to find a way out
Why my people always die
People have died
Got to find a way out
Got to find a way out
Why do they kill all the time
Rise again,...
November 26, 2020
Eavan Boland - And Soul
My mother died one summer—
the wettest in the records of the state.
Crops rotted in the west.
Checked tablecloths dissolved in back gardens.
Empty deck chairs collected rain.
As I took my way to her
through traffic, through lilacs dripping blackly
behind houses
and on curbsides, to pay her
the last tribute of a daughter, I thought of something
I remembered
I heard once, that the body is, or is
said to be, almost all
water and as I turned southward, that ours is
a city of it,
one in which
every single day the el...
November 25, 2020
No Cars Go
Noiserv com Pedro Branco - No Cars Go | Eléctrico | Antena 3
November 19, 2020
Sharon no espírito.
Ahead of the holiday season, Sharon Van Etten releases a pair of songs, “Silent Night” b/w “Blue Christmas.” Van Etten’s rendition of “Silent Night” is broody and minimalistic, emphasizing her muscular voice over droning synth. It was recorded in 2018 for the “The Letter,” a short film by Eric Paschal Johnson that received a Vimeo Staff Pick Award. In Van Etten’s cover of the holiday classic "Blue Christmas,” her voice prettily mulls over lulling, simplistic guitar. It originally appeared o...
November 18, 2020
'Tis the season.
“Happy Xmas (War Is Over)” (written and composed by John Lennon and Yoko Ono) from Calexico's very first holiday album "Seasonal Shift" - Dec 4th 2020
Drawings: Joey Burns
Animation: Johnny Sanders
Joey Burns - vocal, steel string acoustic, electric guitar
John Convertino - drums, shaker, triangle, bowed vibes, tambourine
Scott Colberg - upright bass
Sergio Mendoza - piano, mellotron strings, vibes, tambourine
Jacob Valenzuela - trumpet
Martin Wenk - trumpet
Jairo Zavala - baritone guitar
Connor Gallah...
November 17, 2020
Surface Image
Vicky Chow performs Tristan Perich: Surface Image
Live at the RoundHouse, Vancouver, Canada
Presented by Music on Main www.musiconmain.ca
November 15, 2020
Seán Hewitt - Dryad
I remember her covered in snow in a field
where each dead stalk of wildflower was thick
with frost. The sky was pink in the hawthorns,
the day held on the light-edge of breaking.
A woman carved from the bole of an oak,
her feet (if she had any) buried in the winter’s
shedding weight. Whoever had turned her
from the tree had given her an orb
which she held in both hands, close to the gentle
curve of her face. And she stood there
by the half-rotten stile off Broad Lane,
head bowed, as though waiting to gr...
