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Eu tenho mais de 30 as melhores camisetas do ano
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Ana
Escrito por Anita às 15h01 [ ] [ envie esta mensagem ] [ link ] último dia útil do ano Boas festas... Acho que hoje eu só volto ano que vem...
Ana Escrito por Anita às 08h38 [ ] [ envie esta mensagem ] [ link ] Domingo no Parque, comendo porcaria Esse fim de semana, chutei o pau da barraca com categoria. Na sexta, devorei parte da caixa de Ferrero-Rocher que ganhei. No sábado, abri o dia com o panetone de doce de leite da Havana. Arrematei com feijuca no Sabiá. E finalizei com meia pizza pequena da esquina. Sobremesa? Palitinhos crocantes da Kopenhagen... No domingo, arrependida e com azia, fiz uma boquinha light na padoca. Agora, momento almoço. Detonei mais um pedaço de panetone... E, buscando referências para o novo blog, sol lá fora, dia lindo, eu fazendo compras pela internet. Supermercado, petshop, criando coragem para comprar o que falta na feira - ainda não levantei da cama... Enfim, nesse clima TRASH-FOOD'NLIFE, encontrei o blog do ano... Não deixem de conferir porque é demais.
Com fotografias de comida - as fotos publicitárias e fotos de blogueiros, ele mostra como somos tontos. Na publicidade é uma coisa. Na sua cozinha... A cor, o sabor, tudo muda... Olha aí o meu panetone no blog...
O que posso dizer é que comi tudo e me lambuzei... E tenho meia pizza na geladeira. (!) Por que diabos hoje faz sol?! Escrito por Anita às 11h56 [ ] [ envie esta mensagem ] [ link ] Madonna MINUS Chega! Please!!! Não aguento mais ouvir Madonna isso, Madonna aquilo. A fofa tem quase a idade da minha mãe. Mammy é de 1954. Madonna é de 1958. Façam as contas. EU PODERIA SER A LOLA!!! Me poupem sobre os músculos, sobre a separação, sobre o playback, sobre os tombos... Sobre o ensaio no Rio, sobre o jogador de Baseball, sobre a busca por uma casa em NYC. Gente, quando a fofa apareceu, Andy Warhol e Basquiat ainda estavam por aqui para contar a história. John Lennon ainda caminhava pelo Central Park. Me p-o-u-p-e-m. Para os velhos da era da bolacha colorida, VIREM O DISCO. EU NÃO AGUENTO MAIS ESSE PAPO MADONNA! E, para vc que, como eu, anda ouvindo algo com menos de 50, seguem as dicas da BBC music, com as bandas que agitaram o festival de Cardiff:
Newsbeat's 10 best new bands from the weekend:
Cate Le Bon (Spillers Records)
Aptly, Newsbeat's weekend begins where it all began. Cardiff city centre's Spillers Records is reputedly the oldest record store in the world, founded in 1894. Ordinarily part of Gruff Rhys' Neon Neon Mercury-nominated project, local songstress Cate Le Bon kicks off the festival with a tiny instore performance. Her angelic vocals and simple acoustic backing fill the little space left between the packed rows of plastic album sleeves, hand-scribbled gig posters and punters hunting for warmth on a cold winter tea-time.
Volcano (Clwb Ifor Bach)
In these parts Clwb Ifor Bach is an institution - a three-storey haven of grubby rock 'n' roll, sticky floors and gravely sound systems. Set up on the venue's floorboards Chicago's Volcano are an eruptive delight with their inquisitive brand of Wild Beasts-like explosive rock. Thunderous, challenging and complex but still melodic, the threesome are a much-needed early evening brain work-out.
Chew Lips (Buffalo Bar)
Despite the name, there's nothing flowery about London's Chew Lips. Lead singer Tigs is a smiling, preening, posing madam-star in the making - a gobby Karen O, if you like, backed by two friends Will and James. Set centrepiece Solo is a gyrating Yeah Yeah Yeahs meets the Gossip-esque belter, and the highlight of 20 minutes of glorious electronic pop.
Gallops! (Kaz Bar)
It's not just their equine referencing moniker that Wrexham's Gallops! share with a band like Foals. A shared love of sonic experimenters Battles, Don Caballerro and Pivot is hugely apparent. Yet their sound is all their own. In the disorientating surroundings of a wine bar their furious, raw, motorised computer-led crank-rock proves extremely potent.
Pete And The Pirates (Tommy's Bar)
Pete And The Pirates' spring debut Little Death was a total marvel and inevitably destined to be stowed an underground cult classic. It shouldn't really be though, as their tunes are primed for the mainstream. Perhaps the fact that they look like sixth form geometry students counts against them, but the Reading fivesome have scorching indie tunes to spare. Knots and She Doesn't Belong To Me are 24 parrot gold.
The Muscle Club (Barfly)
Cardiff, and the surrounding area, generally seems to birth a breakthrough artist at least once every 12 months (see the recent Automatic, Los Campesinos! Future Of The Left lineage). Handsome student four-piece The Muscle Club might well be next in line. On this form anyway - with their spiky concoction of The Maccabees, The Libertines or The Cribs - it seems almost inevitable.
Broken Records (Barfly)
Edinburgh's waist-coated gents Broken Records are only a handful of brilliant singles old - Slow Parade the best of those. But like Arcade Fire, this gang look like they've been together forever such is their ferocious cohesiveness. Their Celtic broth of accordion, keys and Killers-esque vocals threaten to lift the dingy roof off Barfly.
Amazing Baby (Barfly)
Having just rolled off tour with pals MGMT - guitarist Simon used to play with Andrew and Ben in a band called Misogynistic Pineapple - the eyes of decadent Brooklyn rockers Amazing Baby might look bleary but their songs are sharp. Their louche image (tie-dyed T-shirts and hippie head scarves) would have you believe they'd spend their live shows popping grapes into each other's mouths or wearing Greco-Roman togas but in reality they're more like Jane's Addiction wrestling Brian Jonestown Massacre playing astride the Grand Canyon. Chauvinists - in the best possible way.
Golden Silvers (Kaz Bar)
North London trio Golden Silvers are celebrating. After the success of their debut single Arrows Of Eros and their victory in this year's Glastonbury Festival unsigned competition they've just finalised the details of their marriage to uber-independent record label XL (White Stripes, MIA) by playing to a packed out room. With piercing organ and wobbling afros, it's the stuff of pop perfection. Rest assured you'll be hearing much more from them in 2009.
Flashguns (Buffalo Bar)
Brighton's Flashguns, headlining Buffalo Bar, surely shouldn't be up this late. They may look like bunking schoolkids (because they are) but their sound is far more aggressive. Classic touchstones like the Cure and The Smiths are visited but also contemporaries like The Kooks. They play with joyful urgency (probably because mum's outside ready to pick them up) and rattle through some instant scratchy-pop nuggets. If we sound jealous, it's because we are.
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