Guga manda avisar. E lembra porque a gente falou disso, né…
Diz o Lucio… Dedos cruzados.
Sábado passado, na Casa do Mancha.
Só não fui por causa do frio, mal aê, Dorgas.
Lembra deles? Abriram pro Camelo, no Rio. Bem indie essa música.
Acompanhe:
I’m a modern man,
A man for the millennium,
Digital and smoke free.
A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist,
Politically anatomically and ecologically incorrect.
I’ve been uplinked and downloaded.
I’ve been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing.
I know the downside of upgrading.
I’m a high tech lowlife.
A cutting edge state-of-the-art bicoastal multitasker,
And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.
I’m new wave but I’m old school,
And my inner child is outward bound.
I’m a hot wired heat seeking warm hearted cool customer,
Voice activated and biodegradable.
I interface from a database,
And my database is in cyberspace,
So I’m interactive,
I’m hyperactive,
And from time-to-time,
I’m radioactive.
Behind the eight ball,
Ahead of the curve,
Riding the wave,
Dodging a bullet,
Pushing the envelope.
I’m on point,
On task,
On message,
And off drugs.
I got no need for coke and speed,
I got no urge to binge and purge.
I’m in the moment,
On the edge,
Over the top,
But under the radar.
A high concept,
Low profile,
Medium range ballistic missionary.
A street-wise smart bomb.
A top gun bottom feeder.
I wear power ties,
I tell power lies,
I take power naps,
I run victory laps.
I’m a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach.
A raging workaholic.
A working ragaholic.
Out of rehab,
And in denial.
I got a personal trainer,
A personal shopper,
A personal assistant,
And a personal agenda.
You can’t shut me up,
You can’t dumb me down.
‘Cause I’m tireless,
And I’m wireless.
I’m an alpha male on beta blockers.
I’m a non-believer and an over-achiever.
Laid back but fashion forward.
Up front,
Down home,
Low rent,
High maintenance.
Super size,
Long lasting,
High definition,
Fast acting,
Oven ready,
And built to last.
I’m a hands on,
Foot loose,
Knee jerk,
Head case.
Prematurely post traumatic,
And I have a love child who sends me hate mail.
But I’m feeling,
I’m caring,
I’m healing,
I’m sharing.
A supportive bonding nurturing primary care giver.
My output is down,
But my income is up.
I take a short position on the long bond,
And my revenue stream has its own cash flow.
I read junk mail,
I eat junk food,
I buy junk bonds,
I watch trash sports.
I’m gender specific,
Capital intensive,
User friendly,
And lactose intolerant.
I like rough sex.
I like rough sex.
I like tough love.
I use the f word in my email,
And the software on my hard drive is hard core, no soft porn.
I bought a microwave at a mini mall.
I bought a mini van in a mega store.
I eat fast food in the slow lane.
I’m toll free,
Bite sized,
Ready to wear,
And I come in all sizes.
A fully equipped,
Factory authorized,
Hospital tested,
Clinically proven,
Scientifically formulated medical miracle.
I’ve been pre-washed,
Pre-cooked,
Pre-heated,
Pre-screened,
Pre-approved,
Pre-packaged,
Post-dated,
Freeze-dried,
Double-wrapped,
Vacuum-packed,
And I have an unlimited broadband capacity.
I’m a rude dude,
But I’m the real deal.
Lean and mean.
Cocked, locked and ready to rock.
Rough tough and hard to bluff.
I take it slow.
I go with the flow.
I ride with the tide.
I got glide in my stride.
Drivin’ and movin’,
Sailin’ and spinnin’,
Jivin’ and groovin’,
Wailin’ and winnin’.
I don’t snooze,
So I don’t lose.
I keep the pedal to the metal,
And the rubber on the road.
I party hearty,
And lunch time is crunch time.
I’m hanging in,
There ain’t no doubt.
And I’m hanging tough,
Over and out.
Nota 10. Via Open Culture.
Fudeu galera, o Estadão confirmou Neil Young no SWU e ainda está especulando Dylan a sério. Agora não tem desculpa: todo mundo pra Paulínia.
Strokes, Peter Bjorn & John, Beady Eye, Vaccines… Só o Toro Y Moi tira esse Planeta Terra do marasmo, mas por questão de centímetros, afinal a banda é minúscula. E se já se especulam pesado sobre as vindas de Portishead, Primal Scream, Pulp e Suede para o Brasil no segundo semestre, dou aqui minhas sugestões sobre nomes que ajudariam a reequilibrar o festival.

Thurston Moore
Seria um contraponto perfeito para a hora dos Strokes e dividiria bem o festival em faixas etárias. Ainda mais com o novo disco solo acústico…

Beck
Só tocou no Brasil no Rock in Rio 2001, quando não tinha nem metade do repertório que tem hoje. Podia ter um show só dele por aqui, mas no Terra cairia como uma luva. Abrindo pros Strokes, até.

Spiritualized
Golpe baixo no coração de muita gente, teria o mesmo efeito que o Thurston Moore, só que em outras escala e esfera.

Warpaint
Eu as colocaria entre os Vaccines e o Beady Eye, pra tirar o cheiro de mofo do palco principal. Mas imagina no palco menor, num por do sol…

Beastie Boys
Sure shot. Com disco novo lançado no Brasil, ainda por cima…

Xx
Mas tinha que ser no final de tudo, pra soar como missa.


Foster the People ou Tom Vek
Bons artistas que estão aparecendo agora e que, em cinco ou seis segundos, vão começar a ser hypados de verdade.

Architecture in Helsinki
O disco novo é ótimo e cabe no meio do palco indie tranquilamente.

Broken Social Scene
Também causaria o mesmo efeito (mas em menor escala, creio) do Spiritualized ou do Thurston Moore.
Tou esquecendo alguém? Quem mais?
Aos 20 segundos.


