9th July Lisboa NOS Alive music Fest last night (but not our last day)
Went to Cascais – us six plus the girls – Rox Nicolette si Andreea.
De retinut – mostly mini cafes and restaurants. Good interesting dishes even where you think they just serve chicken with fries. Not as much kite surfing as we were expecting (in fact none… when we checked).
DnI walk talking again.
A man standing on his head on the beach with legs spread up – “Ce frumooos, ca o floricica!” – is NOT a flower. In spite of the apparent anatomically correct disposition of parts. If you think a bit that’s exactly it: flowers are ostrich-like beings teeth planted in the dirt with legs up in the air wide apart splurging pheromones all over your senses. What makes them objects of divination and essentially the main difference to humans is that they don’t have their anuses right next to the … gineceu. De nu mai stii ce sa polenizezi mai intai.
D: “Vai, esti la fel de romantic cu fetele?”..
I don’t remember what I replied, but I digressed a lot later (as a way of oxymoroning your way out of a line like that):
“well, where is it then? if not next to the carpel…” (still on the flower’s sht’ole subject)
“In their palms of course. and luckily they exude oxygen through it, not other gases like humans”
“interesting!… imagine humans had their a…holes in their palms. What would you call a handshake then?!”
“Milkshake?! cocoa shake!”
etc etc etc… be sure there were a few other lines in the same trail of thought.
We sometime challenge each other to such endless on the spot trail of lines euphorias. Deep? nope.. funny!
Then back to Alges – the NOS venue – for the rollout of groups and festival lyricisms of the day:
Calexico – a new version of Manu Chao. Or the latin american version of Goran Bregovic’s band. Or rather latin folk sounds in a rock setup. Those trumpets are there for the real popular feel. Trademarks. Enjoyed particularly the very latino beats when some salsa classics were covered in this new setup.
Jose Gonzalez
Well I never expected to see him in this festival. Actually didn’t really listen to him after first discovering Heartbeats 7-8 years ago. A caress of the hearts. Indeed. He slow burned our romantic flares and really boosted the whole crowd up. A great double combo to close his show – the below two:
(I never properly read the text of this and the next song till now). I was nearly weeping through them while there, like mostly everyone there with Jose.
A Teardrop moment:
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
So good on acoustic guitar, much better than I’d have thought!
Followed by Heartbeats itself. More lyrically haunting and soul pairing than I felt when watching dozens of times the videoclip:
And you, you knew the hands of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
For me, no
To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
Band of Horses – ok. Less commercial than 2Doors but to me just some more time to catch up on notes.
Arcade Fire – the best band of the moment in the world according to D and his range of music industry critics, headline magazines. Had heard of them (probably from him and his friends), but never came across any of their songs. Catchy, Peter Gabriel style with a slash of Queen and a bit of … donno. Sounded very 90s British to me several times. Whole stadium rave-singing along cult-style. Most jumps I’ve seen D do in years, probably since our trip up Snowdon.
I’m definitely gonna followup with Arcade.
Some interesting texts as I was skimming through the lyrics or catching some words along with the ones around.
1:45 AM Grimes – a bit meh in the beginning. But when I accepted that it was just pop crush with emphasis on dance I tuned in and started shaking into it hair/body smashing all around. For fun! That’s all it was. Nada mas. So didDee.
Next day after probing the same tunes online – I pass. But now I know what those posters of gory heads of braided girls with three eyes was all about.