I take my breakfasts seriously. Languidly going through a bowl of fruits I sometimes take the time to enjoy a recorded show, zap some news or simply, and silently, enjoy the distant street noises of a fully grown morning.
Not so frequently, but probably when I'm most bored and less famished, I also tend to zap through some movie channels and grab a bite of some (usually ending) movie plot.

In the end, taking the time for my breakfast has proven to be quite fruitful, not only I get appropriate alimentary nourishment but also I come by some surprises.

Today I had an intense surprise that made me get up from my chair. Amidst a somewhat corny but still partly distinct love making story I suddenly started hearing a guy sing a Mark Kozelek song (I suspect it was Make Like Paper). I though "Hey, is this a version of a Kozelek song? Or is it really him? He's much thinner on TV... ". Yes, it really was him performing as Luther in the movie (Shopgirl). It was extremely unexpected. The plot, the other soundtrack elements, nothing led to him, but well, it led to my surprise! I went on to record the rest of the movie but he didn't appear anymore, neither did his songs.

Recurdos do dia (para a sua terapia):

E mais alguns recurdos (curiosamente com 40x mais audiência que os anteriores):

e esta, que levei um verão inteiro para decorar porque queria impressionar alguém na escola (how lame is that?):

He is still one of my favorite minds:

Quem me conhece já sabe que tenho sempre dificuldade em encontrar bons filmes nas salas de cinema, com a excepção de alguns redutos, Medeia e afins, em Lisboa. Mas consigo compreender a discrepância de gostos e porque se consome tanto mau cinema, agora algo que não consigo entender são os horários dos cinemas. Porque diabo não há sessões às 15H nem às 20H? É que são essas exactamente as horas a que eu costumo querer ir ao cinema. Acontece-me recorrentemente querer ir ver um filme a um desses dois horários e ... nada.

"The Rainbow River" (...of salty tears)



When I listen to her I have an extreme feeling of missing a distant past (it makes me wonder about reincarnation). I hadn't listened to so much sugar in a song since I discovered Nick Drake. These are the songs that are ripe and taste marvelously of a sunny, fruited flavor.

Esta noite decidi aproveitar para tomar o pequeno almoço numa joalharia.

A companhia foi estranhamente familiar apesar dos vincos deixados por uma forma de vida fuga, cheia de excessos, egoísmo e de uma falta de sensibilidade patente. Ainda assim criaram-se alguns laços e senti alguma empatia pelas pequenas coisas.

Entretanto estou numa rara tirada de experimentar novos álbuns.

(entre outros)

Será que sou o único que acha o Morrissey cada vez mais parecido com o Rui Reininho?