Thursday, July 21, 2005

Food for thought

A quote from Nick Cave, commenting on why he has and continues to refuse to let his music be used on advertising:
'I get letters from people telling me they got married to The Ship Song, or that they buried their best friend to Into My Arms, and I don't want them to look at the TV and see that they buried their friend to a Cornetto ad or something. I feel some sense of responsibility about that, even though they wave enormous sums of money at you. That's where my muse puts her foot down.'
Into starlight.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Sweet Thing



And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they’ll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow’s sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
’hey, it’s me, I’m dynamite
And I don’t know why’
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That’s shining in your eye
Just to dig it all an’ not to wonder
That’s just fine
And I’ll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile....

- Van Morrison

Into twilight.

Friday, May 27, 2005

After midnight




The summer vibe is finally here. Warmer, longer days, and nights that get you drunk with moonlight and dreaming before a tender ocean sprayed by it. To me, it always feels like a primitive awakening, a sensual strumming of the senses that makes you want to breathe and live the summer to the fullest. Have been taking some time off to do some reading and quiet thinking, giving my mind some space of its own. And some corners of it that seemed asleep for some time seem to be coming back to life. And for better or for worse, I want to keep them that way. How much of us do we leave behind at some points, not knowing how, or when, or why? How many times do we look back at ourselves as long lost friends, grieving for lost innocences and strengths? And do we ever realize how much we left behind?
"It's never too late", I said to myself. It was that amazing hour after midnight, when summer nights bloom to the fullest. I was staring at the ocean, gentle and covered in moonlight. I had old friends beside me.

"In that year there was
an intense visitation
of energy.
I left school and went down
to the beach to live.
I slept on a roof.
At night the moon became
a woman's face.
I met the Spirit of Music."
- Jim Morrison

Into starlight.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Any which way the wind may be blowing...

A fresh breath of air. Just back from Coimbra, after a weekend at the "Queima das Fitas" university festival. Best of all, I was in the loveliest company possible, with my sweet Catarina as my own private tour guide… :) She reunited with friends and her hometown of four years, I enjoyed new sights and sounds, met some very nice people and had my camera ready at all times to capture as much as possible. It was amazing to see all this energy in the air, all day and especially all night long... Wonderful to see the city captured by the spontaneous energy of this amazing, wonderfully insane tribe, shining and spinning for a week that everyone wishes it would never end...

Thank you to all the lovely people who made us feel at home, for your sympathy and kindness and party spirit. Thank you for the great weekend, and I hope you keep on rockin' the whole week long! I'll definitely be back next year! Take care.

There’s nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
I’ll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

- Shane MacGowan

Into starlight.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Straight To You



All the towers of ivory are crumbling
And the swallows have sharpened their beaks
This is the time of our great undoing
This is the time that I'll come running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
One more time

The light in our window is fading
The candle gutters on the ledge
Well now sorrow, it comes a-stealing
And I'll cry, girl, but I'll come a-running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
Once again

Gone are the days of rainbows
Gone are the nights of swinging from the stars
For the sea will swallow up the mountains
And the sky will throw thunder-bolts and sparks
Straight at you
But I'll come a-running
Straight to you
But I'll come a-running
One more time

Heaven has denied us its kingdom
The saints are drunk howling at the moon
The chariots of angels are colliding
Well, I'll run, babe, but I'll come running
Straight to you
For I am captured
Straight to you
For I am captured
One more time

- Nick Cave

Into starlight.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

A minute away from snowing...

“It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing. And there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it, right? And this bag was just... dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That's the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid. Ever.”

- Alan Ball, "American Beauty"
For all of those who wake up everyday feeling like changing the world. For a will unbent and unbroken by brown and ugly streams of days rushing away. For dreams that will not drown. For songs that beg to be sung, no matter what. For redemption that walks the streets under our skin. For all of this, and much more...
Into starlight.

Friday, April 22, 2005

Mantras and dogmas

I have been reflecting a lot recently on what it means to be an aspiring musician, essentially because of the opinions and feelings I hear from other musicians in similar situations. It is true that Madeira is not the best place in the world to be a musician – in fact, it’s a very unpleasant place for that. But there seems to be a general, cynical feeling of scepticism and resignation all around which I don’t – I can’t – agree with. This feeling comes through on bitter speeches everywhere, as I hear musicians going on about how difficult and pointless it is to do anything here, about how misunderstood we are, etc… The problem, in my opinion, is that this has become so commonplace – repeated by everyone from teens who bought their first guitar yesterday to players who’ve been around for decades – that people don’t even bother to reflect on it. It’s become a sort of mantra for local musicians. More than a mantra, it’s becoming a dogma. What was once a way to express a will to do more has become an excuse to do nothing.

Becoming and progressing as a musician is based on motivation. Motivation is the most basic part of it; it’s the will or the need to make music. But motivation alone will get you nowhere. What you need to progress is commitment. And commitment is basically the ability and strength to steer your motivation and all its energy into the right direction. Commitment happens when you discipline and strengthen yourself enough to progress towards your goals. As a musician, there are two levels at which you need to commit: as a player and as a band member.

As a player, your commitment will be towards improving your individual skills. This is a very sensitive point. When I say “improving your skills” I don’t mean learning to play as fast or as hard as X, Y or Z, but working to achieve a point at which you feel comfortable and confident at whatever you want to play. This varies immensely from one person to another, as does the type and amount of practice and effort. Some musicians just seem to grow naturally as such; others need to spend hours practising. There is no right or wrong approach, each person has his / her own learning curve and habits. The vital part – and THAT is entirely up to you – is understanding and recognizing, with honesty, how your ability as a player translates into your music, good or bad.

As a band member, your commitment should be towards maximising your potential as a band. This involves understanding and recognizing where the strengths and weaknesses of your project lie, and learning how to make the most of them. It also involves understanding that a band is much more than good songs or good musicians, but it also involves a series of dynamics you need to be aware of. One essential part is understanding, if you are aiming to take your band to the highest possible level, how your project is seen from the outside. If you are promoting yourself and your work, you must make it as good as possible. You must understand that promoters, record companies and just about anyone that may have an interest on you will only take it further if you can prove yourself solid, competent, reliable and adaptable. The point is, you cannot expect or demand 100% from anyone else if you’re not demanding 120% from yourself already. How do you get there? Well, there are no big secrets or magic formulas. The starting point is talent. From then on, it’s really a matter of HARD WORK. Hard work which will sometimes leave you frustrated, exhausted and angry; which will keep you away from loved ones and friends and from doing many other things you like; and which often implies often leaving your “comfort zone” and taking risks. Sounds like madness? Some things you just can’t explain.

And now back to the local scene. Fabulous musicians have sprung out of this place, some of them decades ago. And compared to now, they were alone. There weren’t many musicians around with whom you could exchange ideas and join forces. They had nothing but their dreams and ambitions and the will to get there through hard work. And they got there. They realized how limited they were here, and they gathered the strength to get where they wanted. And this at a time when you couldn’t travel easily, had no affordable quality instruments available and had no ways of promoting your work like now. There are quite a few musicians here that are well accomplished at both levels. They seem to have lots of potential, yet just seem to hang around cursing the “system”, while at the same time seem do nothing to escape from it. There are no initiatives, no risking, and no searching for alternatives. How can you curse something if you do nothing to try and change it? Or if you don’t really want to try to change it, why don’t you go after alternatives? Local musicians at the moment are doing virtually nothing outside the “system” they criticize so much. Year after year, everyone sheepishly goes along with the same tongue-in-cheek initiatives they criticize – changing nothing, risking nothing, gaining nothing. No one dares to risk new initiatives and alternatives. And to go somewhere outside this scheme is almost unconceivable for most of them, not daring to step out of the “comfort zone”. And this is when I feel the complaining has become “institutionalized”. That it is in most cases nothing more than a way to draw your and others’ attention away from the apathy, the lack of ideas and the missed chances that fill the rest of the time…

How hard, how high and how far, it’s up to your conscience.

For apathy there is no excuse.

Into starlight.

Friday, April 15, 2005

Time and time again...


Days have been running too fast (or too slowly, depends how you look at it), and sometimes I feel stretched a bit too thin. It’s hard to find the time to please everyone you love, to do what you can’t avoid doing and to devote yourself to what really passions you. It’s walking a thin line, stretching every possible way not to hurt or neglect anyone, and sometimes it’s almost impossible, no matter how you try. No matter how much you stretch and swerve, you are still going to fail at some point. The feeling is that of trying to crawl over a very thin spider web, knowing it will not hold your weight at some point, no matter how hard you try.

But the greatest feeling comes when you can pause for a moment at the end of the day, pick yourself up, catch your breath, and realize you did your best; when you know you can rise again tomorrow, proud and without remorse, and that you still have the strength and the will to go on, and that your steps will lead you somewhere.
And that even if they don't, the journey will be worthy...

as the sun comes up, as the moon
goes down
these heavy notions creep around
it makes me think
long ago I was brought into
this life a little lamb
a little lamb
courageous, stumbling
fearless was my middle name.
but somewhere there I
lost my way
everyone walks the same
expecting me to step
the narrow path they've laid
they claim to
walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
hold my love me or leave me
high.

say "keep within the boundaries if you want
to play."
say "contradiction only makes it harder."
how can I be
what I want to be?
when all I want to do is strip away
these stilled constraints
and crush this charade
shred this sad masquerade
I don't need no persuading
I'll trip, fall, pick myself up and
walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
hold my love me or leave me
high.

if I have a bag of rocks to carry as I go
I just want to hold my head up high
I don't care what I have to step over
I'm prepared to look you in the eye
look me in the eye
and if you see familiarity
then celebrate the contradiction
help me when I fall to
walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
hold my love me or leave me
high.
walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
hold my love me or leave me
high

- Michael Stipe

Into starlight.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Ice for the eagles


I keep remembering the horses
under the moon
I keep remembering feeding the horses
sugar
white oblongs of sugar
more like ice,
and they had heads like
eagles
bald heads that could bite and
did not.

The horses were more real than
my father
more real than God
and they could have stepped on my
feet but they didn't
they could have done all kinds of horrors
but they didn't.

I was almost 5
but I have not forgotten yet;
o my god they were strong and good
those red tongues slobbering
out of their souls.

- Charles Bukowski

Into twilight

Monday, April 04, 2005

Creating and recreating...



Rehearsal with Dieter last Friday. Went over the sketches we’ve been working once again, and thinks are looking better. The songs are beginning to have their own lives, sounding more and more ‘organic’ as we go along. To write, play and record just the two of us is a slow and painstaking process, as we become more focused on every single detail and want to craft every song as perfectly as possible. But when ideas flow easily as they have been doing, it is extremely rewarding.
During a pause I showed Dieter some highlights of the Bukowski poems I’ve been reading. He encouraged me to take over the mike and read some of them as he played. I felt awkward at first, but after a few verses, there I went, mike on one hand, beer on another – almost felt like Buk on some Beat reading… We went over some random poems, and the feel was great. The combination of Buk’s words with the acoustic guitar was hauntingly beautiful. This unexpected session got us filled with new ideas. We’ve decided to pick up 4 or 5 of his poems and go over them in this fashion. I’d like to have Morgan Freeman reciting the poems, but he seems busy at the moment, so I’ll try my best…

Back to work with Bad Sign again this Sunday. Hadn’t played as a band for some 2 months now. As expected, we were a bit rusty, but it’s always thrilling to play together. We have now 5 or 6 sketches of songs in our hands, all of them appealing (to us, anyway). Two years and 60 gigs after getting together for this bluesy adventure, we still have a great time together and ideas keep flowing easily and leading us into often unexpected, sometimes great new turns.
But this is the easiest part. Taking the ‘next step’, that is, gathering motivation, consistency and commitment enough to aspire to higher goals, is what seems to be lingering still a bit too far. There is not a clearly defined direction in our sound at the moment, too many open ends. Which may be good up to a point, but I feel that we sometimes, in a way, lack personality as a band.
These are our first real song-writing steps, after 2 years as a blues cover band and a giant turn taking us towards original rock-blues-soul. So maybe this is normal, maybe it’s just a question of time, hard work and patience before things come together. That is what I try to keep in mind every day. Despite all the impatience and doubt, I try to remember that in music, as in life in general, it is often the unexpected that makes things real. The hard part is learning to accept it, especially in troubled times.

That is, maybe, the hardest part for all musicians.
To have this in mind, while feeling the hunger and the urge to do better, to go as farther and as fast as they can.
To walk the thin line between this urge for things to happen, and the patience necessary to make them happen…

Into starlight.

Thursday, March 31, 2005

With abandonment and love...

Close again after breaking the silence… We did it the hardest way, before your words came out, before our hearts burst open in the night. My eyes are still wet, but the stone is gone from my chest. And tonight I’ll sleep peacefully again. Thank you for so much, in so many little ways…

I wish I was a fisherman
tumbling on the sea
far away from dry land
and its bitter memories
casting out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearing down on me
save the starry sky above
with Light in my head
and you in my arms

I wish I was the brakeman
on a hurtling, fevered train
crashing headlong into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain
with the beating of the sleepers
and the burning of the coal
counting the towns flashing by
in a night that's full of soul
with Light in my head
and you in my arms

I know I will be loosened

from the bonds that hold me fast
that the chains all hung around me
will fall away at last
and on that fine and fateful day
I will take me in my hands
I will ride on the train
I will be the fisherman
with Light in my head
and you in my arms

- Mike Scott

Into starlight.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

I'm sorry...

I said I’m sorry and I held you close, held you as strongly as I can. Said I was sorry as much as I can and you said it’s alright. Even after this, your eyes show me the pain I caused you; your silence hangs round my neck like a chain. Even after this, your silence disturbs me. But I can’t demand anything more from you, not after looking deep into your eyes like tonight. Only time can bring everything back to normal. For now I shall sleep with your eyes on my mind. I’m sorry…

Into starlight.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

A change is gonna come...?

Sunny day outside, in here things are not so bright. Everyone around me seems to be in similar moods, but angrier. Does this mean I’m handling my mood better than the rest, or just that I’ve given myself in? I’d surely like to believe the first option. The ‘collateral damage’ goes on, and I’m at a loss for words. If at least I could explain or react in any way… But I just seem to grow numb against my will. Will you forgive me? Will I stop before it gets too late? I’m scared. Scared of hurting you, scared of losing you, scared that this dark mood will scare you away despite all the rest. I’m silent, but my hands are reaching for you. Please…

On a lighter note, got some new gear today, a tambourine and new sets of brushes. Played for a little while this afternoon, it was good keeping my head busy and away from the rest. Tambourine works fine, and spent some time with the brushes trying to understand their feel. It’s a whole new range of sounds, great for the more acoustic direction we’re treading now. After years of playing full-blast it’s interesting to face new and unexpected challenges, facing completely different approaches to playing. I hope I’m up to it. One thing is for sure, feel really motivated. It’s not just the new directions in terms of playing, it’s also the concept we’re trying now. Of all the projects I have been in, this is what feels closer to what I’ve had in my mind for years, not only in musical terms, but in terms of commitment, energy and seriousness. A change is gonna come…?

Into twilight.

First Words

First words into the "blogosphere"... A sombre day for starting. Been restless all day, I've gone from moody to joyful and back to the dark side. Night and silence bring some comfort, but how much it may be, it's clearly not enough. I seek refuge within myself and seem to find no comfortable spot. And tomorrow may be completely different. Why? I don't know. I'll go bouncing back to joy like a toy in a child's hands. Is it me? Is it the world? Both? I don't know, honestly, don't know...
The worst part is not realizing how much 'collateral damage' you do, especially to those who love you, until it's too late. And when tears slide down all too familiar cheeks, unexpectedly, you repent... Or at least you try to repent, until you realize you don't know what to repent of... That is the hardest part. A black circle.

Unexpected comfort: have been reading "The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills", superb, surprising, defying poetry by Charles Bukowski. Stumbled upon this gem among its pages last night:

these things

these things that we support most well
have nothing to do with up,
and we do with them
out of boredom or fear or money
or cracked intelligence;
our circle and our candle of light
being small,
so small we cannot bear it,
we heave out with Idea
and lose the Center:
all wax without the wick,
and we see names that once meant
wisdom,
like signs into ghost towns,
and only the graves are real.

- Charles Bukowski

Into starlight.