<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689</id><updated>2011-08-08T06:12:14.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Ex-Luthier Errante</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-4358737734329032333</id><published>2009-02-14T13:36:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:02:56.208-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lázaro que retorna sem equimoses na pele</title><summary type='text'>Boa tarde,Por aqui retorno. Alguém já disse que vergonha na cara é algo insuspeitável e, admito, não tenho nenhuma.Bem-vindo a mim e aos textos que escreverei.Júlio.MIGALAO tempo em São Paulo não é nada previsível: calor e frio oscilam sem maiores preocupações e estragam consideravelmente o humor de quem aqui vive. Sábado frio, decidi revisitar os discos do Migala, banda espanhola já comentada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/4358737734329032333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=4358737734329032333' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/4358737734329032333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/4358737734329032333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2009/02/lazaro-que-retorna-sem-equimoses-na.html' title='Lázaro que retorna sem equimoses na pele'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbo3Y-DwUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/4KVHGONGE9c/s72-c/migala2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-113635730550175939</id><published>2006-01-04T04:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T04:48:25.510-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tributo ao Sebadoh</title><summary type='text'>Talvez eu participe de um tributo ao Sebadoh.A tarefa mais difícil é reunir minha ex-banda,Submerge, para tal tarefa.Estou indo à Brasília, lá farei contatos e certamentegravarei alguma coisa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/113635730550175939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=113635730550175939' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/113635730550175939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/113635730550175939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2006/01/tributo-ao-sebadoh.html' title='Tributo ao Sebadoh'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-110140303788007549</id><published>2004-11-25T15:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T15:22:25.133-02:00</updated><title type='text'>American Music Club</title><summary type='text'>o andarilho volta a casapor João Bonifácio Dez anos depois de ter posto termo à aventura gloriosa e falhada dos American Music Club, Mark Eitzel volta ao lugar do crime mas diz que já perdeu o sonho "de vir a ser uma rock star". Dez anos depois de ter posto termo ao mais belo combo americano de andarilhos dos últimos vinte anos, de ter criado um universo inimitável, de ter iniciado o tão em</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/110140303788007549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=110140303788007549' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/110140303788007549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/110140303788007549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/11/american-music-club.html' title='American Music Club'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-110079818554566267</id><published>2004-11-18T15:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:30:50.113-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfação</title><summary type='text'>Os leitores (se porventura ainda existir algum) contentem-se em saber que ando muito ocupado. Mas em breve, estarei atualizando esta página com mais freqüência.American Music Club - Love Songs For Patriots (Merge, 2004)Por João Bonifácio in PúblicoKathleen morreu, pela primeira vez, em 1990, numa canção homónima dos American Music Club em que o seu há muito namorado, Mark Eitzel, gritava os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/110079818554566267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=110079818554566267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/110079818554566267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/110079818554566267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/11/satisfao.html' title='Satisfação'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-109547395810004642</id><published>2004-09-17T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:46:10.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintores da lua, do sol e da casa vermelha </title><summary type='text'>Sun Kil MoonPor Jorge ReisOs Sun Kil Moon são os Red House Painters. Ou, para ser mais exacto, ambos são Mark Kozelek e alguns amigos. Sabe-se que, por questões do foro da indústria discográfica, Kozelek está impedido de utilizar, fora da Sub Pop, o nome que lhe deu reconhecimento.E como um artista impõe a sua arte mesmo na adversidade, mudam-se os nomes, continuam-se as vontades.Senão </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/109547395810004642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=109547395810004642' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/109547395810004642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/109547395810004642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/09/pintores-da-lua-do-sol-e-da-casa.html' title='Pintores da lua, do sol e da casa vermelha '/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-109371633151475614</id><published>2004-08-28T15:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:51:51.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonard Cohen completa 70 anos e lança seu 11.º álbum, Dear Heather </title><summary type='text'>Às vezes tenho uma certa impressão de que Leonard Cohen deverá se perpetuar e algo me diz que suas músicas ainda terão mais popularidade que possuem. Se bem que Cohen não precisa ser perpétuo ou popular.O cantor canadense é um dos poucos a manter uma verdadeira legião de fãs que formam a galeria dos "Beautiful Losers", repleta de membros em todos os continentes.A carreira de Cohen não é das</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/109371633151475614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=109371633151475614' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/109371633151475614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/109371633151475614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/08/leonard-cohen-completa-70-anos-e-lana.html' title='Leonard Cohen completa 70 anos e lança seu 11.º álbum, Dear Heather '/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-108523179125567320</id><published>2004-05-22T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T10:18:04.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Este post é sem propósito. Não tem nada a informar e não acrescenta nada. Meu blog é nada coisa nenhuma. Não tem nada de mestre. Nenhuma fagulha de Peter Greenway, a beleza de Hope Sandoval nem a elegância dos Tindersticks. Peter Greenway, fotografado por Sebastião Salgado</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/108523179125567320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=108523179125567320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/108523179125567320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/108523179125567320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/05/este-post-sem-propsito.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-108345515248034239</id><published>2004-05-01T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T23:49:24.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ron Sexsmith - Retriever (Nettwerk America, 2004)Se por uma fração de segundo desvias os olhos e procuras absorver todos os pormenores estéticos, utilizando todos os sentidos para, talvez, tornar-se parte, é possível que estejas próximo, sem obediência nenhuma, da paixão.E se esta paixão resumir-se a uma trilha sonora? E se as palavras que perseguem a melodia transparecessem versos a falar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/108345515248034239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/108345515248034239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/05/ron-sexsmith-retriever-nettwerk.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-108330276366514753</id><published>2004-04-30T02:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T02:30:14.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Julgar pelo single "Ch-Check it Out", os Beastie Boys voltarão - como diria minha avó, minha mãe, minha namorada e minha mania de expressões gastas - por cima da carne seca.eu os amo.P.S.: O videoclipe também é sensacional.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/108330276366514753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=108330276366514753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/108330276366514753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/108330276366514753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/04/julgar-pelo-single-ch-check-it-out-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-108052952195182731</id><published>2004-03-29T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:42:49.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>American Music ClubPodem dizer o que quiser. Apesar de adorar os Pixies, o retorno que eu mais comemorei foi o dos American Music Club, uma banda digna até o limite máximo da expressão.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/108052952195182731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/108052952195182731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/03/american-music-club-podem-dizer-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-107949392429284436</id><published>2004-03-17T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T01:22:04.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Às vezes ouço música... (Fevereiro/Março de 2004)1. Sun Kil Moon – Ghosts of the Great Highway (2003, Jetset)Sun Kil Moon é a nova banda de Mark Kozelek e Anthony Koutsos (Red House Painters). Mas o adjetivo novo não se aplica a atmosfera do álbum. Sente-se ainda aquele frescor das guitarras dos dois últimos álbuns dos Painters (Songs For a Blue Guitar e Old Ramon), talvez o grande trunfo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/107949392429284436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=107949392429284436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107949392429284436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107949392429284436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/03/s-vezes-ouo-msica.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-107948577904519370</id><published>2004-03-16T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T22:14:50.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tom Zé - Imprensa Cantada 20032003, TramaTom Zé permace criativo. Seu mais recente álbum,  intitulado Imprensa Cantada 2003  é mais do que um mosaico de notícias que povoaram noticiários e os articulistas da imprensa escrita do ano passado. O álbum é um apanhado sincrônico e ao mesmo tempo anacrônico dos conflitos que perturbam nossas cabeças por estes três últimos anos, depois do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/107948577904519370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=107948577904519370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107948577904519370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107948577904519370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/03/tom-z-imprensa-cantada-2003-2003-trama.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-107662445025128919</id><published>2004-02-12T20:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T20:23:19.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuloresta do Samba - Siba2002, Terreiro DiscosEstou ouvindo muito o cd "Fuloresta do Samba" do Siba, integrante do Mestre Ambrósio. Não tenho muitas propriedades para escrever sobre o disco, por isso estou publicando esse texto mais do que informativo sobre o álbum.Em "Fuloresta do Samba" a emoção estética é água profunda. Emociona bastante."Nunca tanto, como nos últimos tempos, o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/107662445025128919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=107662445025128919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107662445025128919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107662445025128919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/02/fuloresta-do-samba-siba-2002-terreiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-107482430333722931</id><published>2004-01-23T00:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T00:22:05.106-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being João GilbertoEstava a pesquisar a discografia de João Gilberto e encontrei essa preciosidadeque é um texto do Turíbio Santos para o Jornal do Brasil sobre o "o caçador da MPB".Ele é o rei dessa arte: dizer um poema que não esconde a frase musical, mas que a realça  Turíbio Santos Uma das experiências mais curiosas que já fiz com o violão foi tentar acompanhar João Gilberto. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/107482430333722931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=107482430333722931' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107482430333722931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107482430333722931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2004/01/being-joo-gilberto-estava-pesquisar.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-107150507692444646</id><published>2003-12-15T14:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T14:22:22.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stephin MerrittPor vezes gosto de testar minhas certezas sobre palavras que  escrevi e coisas que admiro. É algo recorrente eu deixar de ouvir alguns artistas por meses ou anos depois colocar disco no aparelho e tirar a prova dos nove. Estava certo ou errado?Fiz isso com os álbuns dos Future Bible Heroes, The 6Ths, Magnetic Fields, Gothic Archies - todos estes projetos do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/107150507692444646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=107150507692444646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107150507692444646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107150507692444646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/12/stephin-merritt-por-vezes-gosto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-107145588987970849</id><published>2003-12-15T00:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T01:08:18.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (Parlophone, 1994)Vauxhall And I é um daqueles álbuns que permanece um longo tempo na sua cabeceira, servindo de trilha sonora para alguns momentos contemplativos e até melancólicos.  Morrissey conseguiu escrever seu melhor conjunto de canções depois do fim dos Smiths. Os temas são fascinantes visitam letras irrepreensíveis ("Lifeguard Sleeping, Girl Drowning", "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/107145588987970849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=107145588987970849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107145588987970849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107145588987970849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-107135103758737751</id><published>2003-12-13T19:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T19:59:44.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sidney Miller – Sidney Miller (Elenco/Universal, 1967)Sidney Miller foi um grande cantor e compositor que surgiu na mesma leva de talentos como Chico Buarque e Paulinho da Viola. Com uma voz marcante e diferente, cantava seus sambas e choros mais que existenciais, que denunciavam uma possível carreira errante. Gravou apenas três álbuns e cometeu suicídio em 1980.Fora de Catálogo há décadas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/107135103758737751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=107135103758737751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107135103758737751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107135103758737751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/12/sidney-miller-sidney-miller.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-107134695799722090</id><published>2003-12-13T18:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T18:23:46.293-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O amor te chama por teu nomeDepois de um frêmito gozo, Pedro virou-se de lado e decidiu dormir. Não sentiu vontade de agradecer o calor da vagina da prostituta que repousava ao seu lado, e que também não parecia muito querer conversar. Dormiu também. Dos lençóis desfeitos no dia seguinte restava apenas uma nódoa do sêmen derramado e o cheiro de cigarro impregnado quase que eternamente.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/107134695799722090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=107134695799722090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107134695799722090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/107134695799722090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/12/o-amor-te-chama-por-teu-nome-depois-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-106468439355990090</id><published>2003-09-27T14:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T14:39:53.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sons ImagínariosA banda perfeita não existe. Por este motivo continuo divagando entre discos que gostaria que existissem para tornar o mundo menos conflitante, a trazer sons para acalmar os mortais como se fossem “trombetas celestiais tombando num amanhecer de paz”.Segue, então, outra lista dos melhores imaginários.The Blank Strikers – Pooliest Star (Tipical Entertaiment, 2000) Se o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/106468439355990090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=106468439355990090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/106468439355990090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/106468439355990090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/09/sons-imagnarios-banda-perfeita-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-106046358381138510</id><published>2003-08-09T18:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T11:16:38.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lunapark – LunaElektra, 1992Dez anos. O restrito público dos Galaxie 500 ainda chorava o conturbado e pouco explicado fim do grupo. Não era para menos: quebrava uma das bandas mais próximas do que foram os Velvet Underground. Damon e Naomi ainda magoados, sob a alcunha de Pierre Etoile lançam single. Dean Wareham ressurge com os Luna.As diferenças são notáveis. A música dos Luna é menos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/106046358381138510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=106046358381138510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/106046358381138510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/106046358381138510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/08/lunapark-luna-elektra-1992-dez-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-106010722300157454</id><published>2003-08-05T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T15:13:43.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fao, The PainterSe o que Júlio diz importa um número pequeno de pessoas, sugiro que todos os meus (parcos) leitores visitem a página doamigo Fao . Além de pintor, Fao ainda encontra tempo para refletir sobre artes com propriedade.Além do bom gosto o cara ainda gosta dos fantásticos Jane's Addiction e dos Cure.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/106010722300157454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=106010722300157454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/106010722300157454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/106010722300157454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/08/fao-painter-se-o-que-jlio-diz-importa.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-105978178878420206</id><published>2003-08-01T20:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T01:37:40.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>American Music ClubO homem invisível e o clube de música americanaOs American Music Club estão de volta. Os curiosos que visitam a página oficial de Mark Eitzel puderam conferir nestas duas últimas semanas as notícias de que eles estavam em estúdio e o anúncio do primeiro show do grupo em 10 anos. Finalmente um retorno certamente digno. O grupo teve suas atividades encerradas em 1995 sem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/105978178878420206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=105978178878420206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105978178878420206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105978178878420206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/08/american-music-club-o-homem-invisvel-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-105893101799553863</id><published>2003-07-23T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T00:30:24.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frances FarmerFrances Farmer terá sua vingançaFrances Farmer era um estonteantemente bela atriz e estrela do cinema (nascida em 1914, em Seattle), que tinha tido muito êxito em Broadway e em Hollywood. Porém, ela era uma ativista política radical, simpatizante comunista e de uma natureza rebelde e agressiva (quando ela tinha 15 anos, ganhou uma viagem para a União Soviética, como prêmio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/105893101799553863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=105893101799553863' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105893101799553863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105893101799553863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/07/frances-farmer-frances-farmer-ter-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-105832983882011169</id><published>2003-07-16T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T01:30:38.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arde - MigalaAcuarela, 2001Caro Júlio, Não escrevi antes porque houve o rompimento de fibras óticas em algum lugar, isso deixou Rondônia sem acesso ao mundo, ou será que o mundo ficou sem acesso a Rondônia? (Deve ter sido pior para o mundo.) Sim senhor, o tal, ou a tal, como dizem os lusitanos, Migala é de por as vísceras frias. Deus do céu, o que começa com uma guitarra tranqüila, uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/105832983882011169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=105832983882011169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105832983882011169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105832983882011169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/07/arde-migala-acuarela-2001-caro-jlio-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-105809189743877889</id><published>2003-07-13T07:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T07:24:57.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sou um senhor repleto de preconceitos. Minhas opiniões valem mais do que a experiência e a observação. Não me sinto ajustado a esse tempo, tampouco ao país onde vivo.Culpa minha. Tudo minha culpa - à busca da inútil supercivilidade. Quem sou eu?Resposta: um senhor repleto de preconceitos.Sou um indivíduo quase sempre melancólico por que gosto de ser assim.***MigalaMudando de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/105809189743877889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=105809189743877889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105809189743877889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105809189743877889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/07/sou-um-senhor-repleto-de-preconceitos.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-105794705239549624</id><published>2003-07-11T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T15:19:30.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Nick Cave &amp; The Bad Seeds - Kicking  Against The PricksMute Records, 1986Sabemos que álbum de covers quase sempre são horríveis e inaceitáveis ora por respeitarem demais as versões originais, ora por transformá-las radicalmente.Nenhuma destas possibilidades se aplicaram quando, em 1986, Nick Cave lançou o belíssimo "Kicking Against The Pricks".Cave é um cara inteligente. Preferiu unir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/105794705239549624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=105794705239549624' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105794705239549624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105794705239549624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/07/nick-cave-bad-seeds-kicking-against.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-105781134985928239</id><published>2003-07-10T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T10:28:54.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Modern Lovers - The Modern Lovers (1976, Beserkley Records)O primeiro (e único) álbum dos Modern Lovers fez parte do meu imaginário juvenil. Era curioso para conhecer esse álbum desde que li uma resenha do José Augusto Lemos na revista Bizz.Se era uma banda que econtrava um equilíbrio entre Stooges e Velvet Underground ainda não sei. Vejo alguns ecos do Velvet sim.Jonathan Richman não</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/105781134985928239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=105781134985928239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105781134985928239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105781134985928239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/07/modern-lovers-modern-lovers-1976.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-105699609557343054</id><published>2003-06-30T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T10:09:00.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>25 anos sem Jacques BrelJacques Brel (1929-1978), cantor, compositor, ator e diretor de cinema, foi uma das personalidades mais marcantes do mundo artístico europeu neste século. Suas músicas atravessaram o tempo e as fronteiras, sendo traduzidas e executadas no mundo todo até os dias de hoje. A universalidade de sua obra fez com que ele fosse um dos poucos artistas em língua francesa a ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/105699609557343054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=105699609557343054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105699609557343054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/105699609557343054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/06/25-anos-sem-jacques-brel-jacques-brel.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-95490949</id><published>2003-06-10T01:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T01:22:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neutral Milk Hotel, In the Aeroplane over the SeaCoisa que eu não entendo:Por que elogiam tanto o álbum "In the Aeroplane Over the Sea" do Neutral Milk Hotel? Não passa de um disco chato, bem redundante e com um vocalista de voz extremamente enjoada.Na verdade eu entendo o porquê: realmente eu sou um sujeito estúpido, insensível, que ainda (mesmo depois de duzentas audições) não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/95490949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=95490949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/95490949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/95490949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/06/neutral-milk-hotel-in-aeroplane-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-95403678</id><published>2003-06-07T07:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T01:29:06.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music Non StopDiscos que combateram o silêncio do meu quarto na última semana:Brute – Nine High a PalletVelocette, 1995O Brute é uma banda que une Vic Chesnutt  aos Widespread Panic, na criação de um álbum mais do que satisfatório. Não difere muito dos outros álbuns de Chesnutt tendo o som aproximado ao Is The Actor Happy,  lançado no mesmo ano. “Westport Ferry”, “Blight”, “Good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/95403678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=95403678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/95403678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/95403678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/06/music-non-stop-discos-que-combateram-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-94807565</id><published>2003-05-23T20:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T02:14:59.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sumday, Grandaddy V2/BMG 2003Eles possuem tudo o que aqueles perobas dos Coldplay e Travis não têm: talento e inteligência. Provam isso sem grande esforço com Sumday, sucessor do multi elogiado The Sophtware Slump de 2000. Há a convicção de que para os Grandaddy não restam dúvidas sobre o que querem fazer com sua música nos 12 temas presentes no álbum, repleto grandes canções e refrões </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/94807565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=94807565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/94807565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/94807565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/05/sumday-grandaddy-v2bmg-2003-eles.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-94537648</id><published>2003-05-18T12:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T00:05:22.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A arte do fracassofra.cas.sos. m. 1. Som de um corpo que cai; estrépito. 2. Ruído de uma coisa que se parte. 3. Ruína, desgraça. 4. Insucesso, mau êxito.Essa merda de dicionário que pesquisei não me deu a dimensão exata da palavra.Um filme sobre fracasso: Os Excêntricos Tenenbaums (The Royal Tenenbaums) de Wes Anderson: "Gene Hackman é Royal Tenenbaum, um charlatão que abandonou a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/94537648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=94537648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/94537648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/94537648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/05/arte-do-fracasso-fra.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-94037704</id><published>2003-05-09T03:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T03:30:43.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Think Tank, Blur (2003)Sinceramente: não pensava que o Blur fosse fazer um bom álbum sem o Graham Coxon. Fez, e ainda melhor do que nunca.Think Tank é uma delícia. Mal foi lançado e já é clássico. Exagero? Ouça..."eu sou foda!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/94037704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=94037704' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/94037704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/94037704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/05/think-tank-blur-2003-sinceramente-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-93874997</id><published>2003-05-06T14:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T14:54:19.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vic Chesnutt, Silver Lake (2003)Disco ouvido e comentado: resenha de "Silver Lake" do Vic Chesnutt disponível n'A Puta da Subjectividade.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/93874997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=93874997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/93874997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/93874997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/05/vic-chesnutt-silver-lake-2003-disco.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-93773046</id><published>2003-05-04T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T14:55:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SM &amp; Jicks - Pig LibResenha do Pig Lib do Stephen Malkmus &amp; The Jicks disponível n'A Puta da Subjectividade.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/93773046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=93773046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/93773046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/93773046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/05/sm-jicks-pig-lib-resenha-do-pig-lib-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-93248113</id><published>2003-04-25T13:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T13:24:56.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diálogo sobre a conversão do gentio[costello3000] Ei, Silvinha, você gosta de White Stripes?[Silvinha] oi[Silvinha] gosto sim[costello3000] estranho.[costello3000] te peguei pela incoerência hehehehehehehe[costello3000] não se chateie, por favor[Silvinha] como assim[costello3000] quando ouço white stripes só consigo relacionar o som deles com o Led Zeppelin. Uma vez você me disse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/93248113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=93248113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/93248113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/93248113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/04/dilogo-sobre-converso-do-gentio.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-92855544</id><published>2003-04-18T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T01:47:36.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grant-Lee Phillips Photo by Michael StipeOs Grant-Lee Buffalo sofreram uma das maiores injustiças nos anos 90: não tiveram suas qualidades (que não são poucas) reconhecidas como mereciam. Gravaram quatro álbuns irretocáveis que representavam uma América mística, espiritual, sem grandes ufanismos.Não pára por aí. Os dois álbuns solos de Grant-Lee Phillips caminham a um ostracismo profundo,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/92855544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=92855544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/92855544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/92855544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/04/grant-lee-phillips-photo-by-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-92199342</id><published>2003-04-08T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T01:40:44.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leonard CohenI'm Your Man, Columbia (1988)Já que os Smog não se cansam de citar a poesia lúgubre (clichê? É, e dai) de Cohen,  vou reprisar o que disse sobre I'm Your Man. É o segundo e último disco de Cohen na década de 80. A sonoridade do álbum é uma evolução natural do anterior (Various Positions, 1984). A utilização de teclados, sintetizadores e bateria eletrônica são coerentes com as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/92199342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=92199342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/92199342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/92199342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/04/leonard-cohen-im-your-man-columbia.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-91148899</id><published>2003-03-21T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T19:36:50.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vic Chesnutt, Silver Lake (2003)Não vejo a hora de ouvir este álbum.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/91148899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=91148899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/91148899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/91148899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/03/vic-chesnutt-silver-lake-2003-no-vejo.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-90831416</id><published>2003-03-16T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T00:36:36.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damien Jurado - Where Shall You Take MeSecretly Canadian, 2003Ano passado Damien Jurado assustou boa parte dos fãs ao lançar I Break Chairs, um álbum que primava pelo rock e tornava mais explícita sonoramente a violência de suas letras. Claro que tudo isso não era motivo para tanto estranhamento. Quem conhece um pouco sobre a vida de Jurado sabe que ele tocou em muitas bandas de rock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/90831416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=90831416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/90831416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/90831416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/03/damien-jurado-where-shall-you-take-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-90434324</id><published>2003-03-10T00:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T01:03:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loose Fur – Loose FurDrag City, 2003Loose Fur é o projeto paralelo que envolve 50% do Wilco (Glenn Kotche e Jeff Tweedy) e 20% do Sonic Youth (Jim O’Rourke). Não era de se esperar que esse álbum atingisse apenas 70% na escala de qualidade... Que maldade, merece mais. Não é nenhuma obra-prima e dificilmente fugirá do estigma de paliativo... Outra crueldade...É um bom disco. Agradável de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/90434324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=90434324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/90434324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/90434324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/03/loose-fur-loose-fur-drag-city-2003.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-90337597</id><published>2003-03-08T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T00:45:05.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cat Power – You Are Free Matador, 2003Ela sempre volta. Demora dois, três anos, mas sempre traz boas novas (ou velhas, para garantir) em canções melodiosas e angustiadas que ferem por tanta beleza. Mas este não é um simples retorno se considerarmos que ela não lança material inédito desde 1998. Respirou um pouco, com fôlego recuperado, surpreendeu lançando o tristíssimo The Covers Record </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/90337597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=90337597' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/90337597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/90337597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/03/cat-power-you-are-free-matador-2003.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-90123739</id><published>2003-03-04T15:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T15:59:41.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leonard Cohen - Death Of A Ladies' Man, 1977 (Columbia)"Death Of A Ladies' Man" foi gravado sob a produção de Phil Spector, conhecido por seus trabalhos suntuosos com Beatles, Ronettes e Ramones. Spector é parceiro de Cohen em todas as canções, o que imprimiu ao disco uma sonoridade lounge, por vezes country, um pouco distanciada do formato folk. Os motes são relacionamentos e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/90123739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=90123739' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/90123739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/90123739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/03/leonard-cohen-death-of-ladies-man-1977.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-89814818</id><published>2003-02-27T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T20:52:53.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Foto de Misha DanovskiÍNTIMA FRACÇÃOÉ sempre um grande prazer reencontrar velhos amigos. Ultimamente alguns são apenas textos, vozes transmitidas a distância e o compartilhamento de informações musicais e autorais via e-mail e weblogs.Hoje li o blog do grande André Santos, Nocturno 76 , e encontrei nos links algo que me recordou bastante o ano 2000: um blog intitulado "Íntima Fracção". </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/89814818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=89814818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/89814818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/89814818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/02/foto-de-misha-danovski-ntima-fraco.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-89617873</id><published>2003-02-23T19:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T20:53:17.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>David Bowie,  Hunky Dory (1971)Virtudes, apenas virtudes.David Bowie é o cara. Dificilmente encontraremos muitos artistas que possuem tantas obras-primas consecutivas (eu sei, há Beatles, Velvet Underground, Bob Dylan e Rolling Stones).É tão difícil escolher o melhor disco do cara e complicado torna-se quando se trata da década de 70, na qual ele reinou absoluto como o artista mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/89617873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=89617873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/89617873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/89617873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/02/david-bowie-hunky-dory-1971-virtudes.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-89282930</id><published>2003-02-18T01:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T20:24:03.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Solares Marxistas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/89282930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=89282930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/89282930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/89282930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/02/solares-marxistas.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-89282009</id><published>2003-02-18T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T21:15:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viver na AmazôniaMark Eitzel fotografado por Chris BuckDeu na Folha On Line sobre o festival Solitude em São Paulo:“O veterano do festival é o atormentado Mark Eitzel. Filho de militar, ele se mudou para San Francisco em 80 para montar uma banda punk. Em 83, fundou a cultuada American Music Club, que juntava a energia do punk com a tradição do folk americano -mistura que parece óbvia hoje</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/89282009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=89282009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/89282009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/89282009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/02/viver-na-amaznia-mark-eitzel.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-89167649</id><published>2003-02-15T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T00:13:48.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imaginary BandsTenho paixão por criar capas de disco, inventar nomes de bandas e, até mesmo escrever suas “biografias” e resenhar seus discos.Selecionei os melhores imaginários dos anos 90, porque só há bandas perfeitas na imaginação.The Actors – The Actors (1991)  Gloom TagSegundo e definitivo álbum dos Actors, banda formada por Jeff Crayon (vocais e guitarras), Dave Nichols (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/89167649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=89167649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/89167649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/89167649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/02/imaginary-bands-tenho-paixo-por-criar.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-88810557</id><published>2003-02-09T18:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T19:30:36.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Qualquer forma de amor vale a pena69 Love Songs – The Magnetic Fields (Merge, 1999)Desde tempos imemoriais, o amor é tema central da música e da poesia. Quantos corações partidos não existem desde que homens e mulheres tentam se relacionar quase sempre embevecidos por algo impalpável e intangível quanto o amor?Os trovadores, quando desejavam conquistar suas amadas, expressavam a “coita”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/88810557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=88810557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/88810557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/88810557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/02/qualquer-forma-de-amor-vale-pena-69.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-88060082</id><published>2003-01-26T18:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T11:35:45.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Algo fantástico está para acontecer. A Gracian cantando "Suspicious Mind" do Elvis. Já ouço na minha imaginação.A capa poderia ser algo assim:Cat Album, Gracian LiTelefone cortado, menos posts. Assim é que me encontro.Estou com saudades da garota da Modern Music em Brasília. Saudades.Mas tenho visto algumas coisas. Finalmente assisti "A doce vida" de Federico Fellini. Estou ouvindo o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/88060082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=88060082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/88060082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/88060082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/01/algo-fantstico-est-para-acontecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-87701884</id><published>2003-01-19T22:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T22:59:47.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fale Com Ela (2002)o filme de 2002 que mais me emocionou.Bravíssimo, Almodóvar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/87701884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=87701884' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/87701884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/87701884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/01/fale-com-ela-2002-o-filme-de-2002-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-87216409</id><published>2003-01-10T11:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T11:23:28.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alguém já disse que os Beastie Boys são bons demais?Claro, vivem dizendo.E eu concordo em gênero, número e caso.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/87216409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=87216409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/87216409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/87216409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/01/algum-j-disse-que-os-beastie-boys-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-86920351</id><published>2003-01-04T11:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T11:38:06.020-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tem conto novo no meu outro blog "SOLARES MARXISTAS". Visitem.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/86920351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=86920351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86920351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86920351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2003/01/tem-conto-novo-no-meu-outro-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-86754993</id><published>2002-12-31T15:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T19:02:19.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melhores de 2002:1 - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot - Wilco 2 - Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots - The Flaming Lips 3 - Turn On The Bright Lights - Interpol 4 - Cobblestone Runway - Ron Sexsmith 5 - When I Was Cruel - Elvis Costello 6 - Music For Courage &amp; Confidence - Mark Eitzel 7 - Romantica - Luna 8 - Damien Jurado &amp; Gathered In Song - I Break Chairs 9 - Murray Street - Sonic Youth 10 - Sea </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/86754993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=86754993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86754993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86754993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/melhores-de-2002-1-yankee-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-86453291</id><published>2002-12-23T20:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T20:51:26.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MARK EITZEL – CANÇÕES DE CORAGEM E CONFIDÊNCIAMark EitzelFalo tanto sobre o Mark Eitzel neste blog que me esqueci de resenhar seus álbuns. Então para compensar o atraso, comentarei, em breves linhas, os discos que me escravizaram neste ano, sem contar os maravilhosos álbuns do American Music Club, a ex-banda de Mark.Songs of Love Live (Demon Records, 1991) Gravado em 17 de Janeiro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/86453291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=86453291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86453291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86453291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/mark-eitzel-canes-de-coragem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-86404556</id><published>2002-12-22T17:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T18:16:27.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Casamento BavároQuero me casar com alguém feito a Hope Sandoval.E que cantasse a tarde inteira para mim.Eu seria realmente feliz.Escuto direto "Bavarian Fruit Bread",  primeiro álbum solo de Hope Sandoval com o apoio dos Warm Inventions. Um pouquinho menos sombrio que os albuns do Mazzy Star, nada inferior a eles.Quando ouvimos "Suzanne", "Charlotte" e "On The Low", sabemos o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/86404556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=86404556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86404556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86404556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/casamento-bavro-quero-me-casar-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-86282119</id><published>2002-12-19T17:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T17:27:46.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quinta-Feira estranha e chuvosa:Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - NocturamaO disco ainda não saiu e já estou ouvindo, maravilhas que o soulseek proporciona. Se é bonito? Bom?Amigo, estamos falando em Nick Cave. Essa cara não erra.Nocturama (2003)Voltarei a falar sobre esse disco.Tom Zé - The Hips of Tradition Primeiro album de estúdio de Tom Zé lançado internacionalmente (o primeiro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/86282119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=86282119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86282119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86282119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/quinta-feira-estranha-e-chuvosa-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-86184438</id><published>2002-12-17T19:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T19:31:16.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trilha sonora de hoje.Sujos e deprimidos.Acho que é a primeira vez que posto algo sobre grupos nacionais.Herbert Vianna, Ê BatumaréLos Hermanos, Bloco do Eu Sozinho</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/86184438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=86184438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86184438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86184438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/trilha-sonora-de-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-86184245</id><published>2002-12-17T19:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T19:26:29.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Que música do los hermanos é você? Trazido a você por Blog do Idiota  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/86184245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=86184245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86184245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86184245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/que-msica-do-los-hermanos-voc-trazido.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-86128409</id><published>2002-12-16T19:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T19:24:02.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou rindo até agora da minha capacidade de escrever uma letra aos moldes dos Tribalistas.Faça a também a sua no gerador de letras Tribalistas  do Mundo PerfeitoEis minha música TribalistaTodo mundo no mundoFaço Salgado no salão SábioDivino carroNinguém é de todo mundo no mundoBisSeja em Rio de Janeiro, LondresVamos Cagar, Vamos PeidarLagarta Linda lay meVamos Cagar, vamos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/86128409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=86128409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86128409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86128409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/estou-rindo-at-agora-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-86120248</id><published>2002-12-16T16:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T16:30:23.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sonic Youth, 1999Sonic LoveSonic Youth, Washing Machine (1995)Todos os movimentos desse álbum são encantadores: da melancolia controlada de Kim Gordon em "Becuz", do esporro sonoro de "Junkie's Promise", passando pelo celestial dueto entre Kim Gordon e Kim Deal (Breeders) em "Little Trouble-Girl" e a narração incisiva de Lee Ranaldo em "Skip Tracer":"this she did in public for us to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/86120248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=86120248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86120248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/86120248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/sonic-youth-1999-sonic-love-sonic.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85875339</id><published>2002-12-12T02:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T02:04:25.310-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mary Hansen, de vermelhoIntegrante do grupo Stereolab morre em LondresSÃO PAULO (Reuters) - A guitarrista Mary Hansen, do grupo Stereolab, morreu depois de ser atropelada enquanto andava de bicicleta em Londres, informou nesta quarta-feira o site da revista New Musical Express.Ela tinha 36 anos de idade.Em um comunicado divulgado pela NME, a banda dizia: "É com enorme pesar que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85875339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85875339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85875339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85875339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/mary-hansen-de-vermelho-integrante-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85815088</id><published>2002-12-11T00:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T00:36:15.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TV, Britta Phillips and Dean Wareham.Dean Wareham &amp; Britta Phillips num projeto paralelo?Dean Wareham &amp;  Britta Phillips, segundo o produtor Tony Visconti (leia-se boa parte da obra que interessa do David Bowie), formaram um projeto paralelo e estão gravando sob sua produção. O projeto, que ainda não tem nome, tem o estilo Dream Pop e terá composições divididas entre Dean e Britta e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85815088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85815088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85815088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85815088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/tv-britta-phillips-and-dean-wareham.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85745478</id><published>2002-12-09T19:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T02:13:53.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can You Help Me?Ajude-me a encontrar estes do cds. Estão fora de catálogo, mas é possível que alguém tenha e queira vender:American Music Club, CaliforniaAmerican Music Club, United KingdomMark Eitzel, 60 Watt Silver LiningQualquer notícia, envie-me um mail para costello@bol.com.brobrigado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85745478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85745478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85745478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85745478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/can-you-help-me-ajude-me-encontrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85685942</id><published>2002-12-08T16:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T00:36:50.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jovens Gigantes e InfluentesYoung Marble GiantsColossal Youth (1980)Credit In The Straight WorldGo for credit in the straight world Look a dealer in the eye Go for credit in the real world Won't you try? I got some credit in the straight world I lost a leg, I lost an eye Go for credit in the real world You won't die Instant credit in the straight world Leaving money when you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85685942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85685942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85685942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85685942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/jovens-gigantes-e-influentes-young.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85647603</id><published>2002-12-07T17:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T17:07:03.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Óbvio interessante: Which The Strokes Album are you ? brought to you by QuizillaCongratulations ! You are Is This It, the absolutely best album of The Strokes ! you are a cute back with a leather hand, you don't like much the cops from NYC. if you are a scorpion, your planets of the month are Venus and Pluto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85647603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85647603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85647603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85647603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/bvio-interessante-which-strokes-album.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85541925</id><published>2002-12-05T14:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T14:15:32.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O motivo:Elvis Costello: "45"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85541925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85541925' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85541925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85541925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/o-motivo-elvis-costello-45.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85510583</id><published>2002-12-04T22:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T22:55:56.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Em alta estimaToda minha consideração para os senhores e senhoras do Stereolab:eu quero:abc music - the radio 1 sessionsOuça nem que seja uma vez:transient random noise bursts with announcementsTenha sempre à mão:mars audiac quintetProva de fôlego, coerência e dignidade:sound dustEterno:emperor tomato ketchup</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85510583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85510583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85510583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85510583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/em-alta-estima-toda-minha-considerao.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85341667</id><published>2002-12-01T18:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T20:15:29.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Velvet Underground, SqueezeTHE VELVET UNDERGROUND – SQUEEZE (Polydor, 1973)Em agosto de 1970, Lou Reed abandonava o Velvet Underground pouco antes das finalizações de “Loaded”, álbum reconhecido por 98% dos fãs como o último da seminal banda novaiorquina. As gravações foram conturbadas: a ausência de Maureen Tucker, brigas entre Reed e Doug Yule pelo controle do grupo e a direção </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85341667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85341667' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85341667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85341667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/12/velvet-underground-squeeze-velvet.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85320655</id><published>2002-12-01T03:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T03:57:07.133-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Future Bible Heroes, Eternal YouthTinha prometido há um bom tempo a resenha do recente álbum dos Future Bible Heroes, projeto de Claudia Gonson, Stephin Merrit (ambos do Magnetic Fields) e Chris Ewen. Como estou cansado e entedidado, sem o menor saco para escrever, o que não vai desmerecer as qualidades desse disco, usarei a clássica prática do Ctrl C / Ctrl V e teremos a melhor resenha que li</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85320655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85320655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85320655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85320655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/11/future-bible-heroes-eternal-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85319942</id><published>2002-12-01T03:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T03:57:44.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Camilo, Gracian, Josie, Sparkazul, sintam bastante inveja.Eu tenho:The Magnetic Fields, 69 Love Songs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85319942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85319942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85319942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85319942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/11/camilo-gracian-josie-sparkazul-sintam.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-85064175</id><published>2002-11-25T16:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T16:19:57.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abaixo os anti-cópias. EMI Filha da Puta!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/85064175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=85064175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85064175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/85064175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/11/abaixo-os-anti-cpias.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-84660203</id><published>2002-11-17T12:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T20:14:01.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mark Eitzel no Brasil?Mark Eitzel no BrasilEstá na página oficial do excelente Mark Eitzel: "FEBUARY - SOUTH AMERICAN TOUR - WITH KURT FROM LAMBCHOP AND JOHN MCINTYRE", isso bastou para me deixar felizTriste por não conseguir encontrar o primeiro CD solo de Eitzel "60 Watt Silver Lining" de 1996 e as gravações caseiras feitas pelo próprio (ele mesmo desenha as capas) contendo versões demo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/84660203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=84660203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84660203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84660203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/11/mark-eitzel-no-brasil-mark-eitzel-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-84481746</id><published>2002-11-13T16:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T00:31:13.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais que revelação...Se você é um dos que ainda vivem atormentados com os anos 80, com a falta que eles fazem, junte Joy Division, Gang Of Four, Talking Heads, Echo &amp; The Bunnymen, equacione e você terá o Turn On The Bright Lights dos novaiorquinos do Interpol, grata revelação deste ano.Interpol, Turn On The Bright Lights.Já está na minha lista dos melhores e não vou ficar rasgando seda, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/84481746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=84481746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84481746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84481746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/11/mais-que-revelao.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-84342408</id><published>2002-11-11T01:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T20:17:45.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music For Courage &amp; Confidence, capa da edição inglesaSó pra não perder o costume de puxar o saco do Mark Eitzel, um dos melhores compositores desde sempre.    Mark Eitzel Sexta-feira, 4 de Outubro de 2002 o clube do nonsense americano João Bonifácio O antigo vocalista dos sublimes American Music Club está de volta com um disco de versões de canções dos anos 70 que cheira a soul por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/84342408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=84342408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84342408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84342408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/11/music-for-courage-confidence-capa-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-84326685</id><published>2002-11-10T18:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T21:06:46.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Luna, Close Cover Before StrikingLUNA lança seu melhor EPEmulando uma caixa de fósforos, o novo EP possui sete belas canções. Tão boas quanto as do último CD (Romantica) e a minha predileta é "The Alibi".Confira a lista das faixas:1. Astronaut2. Waiting on a Friend3. Teenage Lightning4. Drunken Whistler5. The Alibi6. New Haven Comet7. Neon Lights8. Lovedust (Video)9. 1995 (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/84326685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=84326685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84326685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84326685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/11/luna-close-cover-before-striking-luna.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-84325354</id><published>2002-11-10T17:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T17:42:09.793-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/84325354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=84325354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84325354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84325354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-84307992</id><published>2002-11-10T05:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T06:01:05.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gostei, sou o Stanley Kubrik.        Faça você também Que   gênio-louco é você?  Uma criação de O Mundo Insano da Abyssinia  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/84307992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=84307992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84307992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/84307992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/11/gostei-sou-o-stanley-kubrik.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-83791409</id><published>2002-10-30T19:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T19:17:20.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chove miúdo aqui onde moro.Fico deprimido toda vez que chove.Sempre ouço um disco melancólico que combina com a cinza tez deste fim de ano...Disco de hoje (e um dos melhores do ano):Migala, Restos de un incendio (2002)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/83791409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=83791409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83791409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83791409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/10/chove-mido-aqui-onde-moro.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-83750282</id><published>2002-10-30T00:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T00:33:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>algo celestialBeck and The Flaming LipsWayne e MichaelWayne e sua capacidade extrema de divertir - amor incontestável ao que fazfairy talesBeck bem acompanhado</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/83750282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=83750282' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83750282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83750282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/10/algo-celestial-beck-and-flaming-lips.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-83684368</id><published>2002-10-28T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T19:59:49.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zaire + Eureka = ZaireekaDoce experimentoPor que eu adoro os Flaming Lips...? Porque eles se superam a cada álbum. Quando lançaram o quádruplo "Zaireeka" em 1997 veio à tona questionamentos sobre uma "avaliação-correta-de-um-disco-tão-idiossincrático-quanto-esse" e o disco foi completamente esquecido. Uma questão fácil de se resolver. Para avaliar Zaireeka, basta ouvi-lo. Tê-lo à mão. E não </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/83684368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=83684368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83684368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83684368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/10/zaire-eureka-zaireeka-doce-experimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-83414576</id><published>2002-10-23T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T00:37:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damien Jurado ou simplesmente "eu".Hoje completo 27 anos.\o/Winamp perfeito para comemorar:1. Happy Birthday John - Damien Jurado (Gathered In Song - EP, 1998)2. When I'm Sixty Four - The Beatles (Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1967)3. These Days - Ron Sexsmith (Cobblestone Runway, 2002)4. The Golden Age - Beck (Sea Change, 2002)5. It's Your Birthday - American Music Club (San </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/83414576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=83414576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83414576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83414576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/10/damien-jurado-ou-simplesmente-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-83270494</id><published>2002-10-20T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T21:21:58.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faz sentido, mas faria muito mais se fosse o pavement ou o beat happening...What obscure band are you?The White Stripes are a band you definitely should have heard of. A Blues-Rocky band currently enjoying alot of recognition, The White Stripes make great music with only two musicians... Meg White on Drums and Jack White on Guitar/vocals. They have alot of character and persona to them... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/83270494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=83270494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83270494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83270494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/10/faz-sentido-mas-faria-muito-mais-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-83035997</id><published>2002-10-15T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T01:02:21.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bajulação ExplícitaReconheço que sou meio chato, que meu blog é pretensamente sério. É simples: gosto muito de música - gasto tempo e dinheiro numa paixão inútil que não me dá retorno financeiro algum, só rombos nas minhas contas bancárias e nos meus cartões de crédito.Então, você que é leitor tímido, participa dessa minha derrocada financeira para continuar "informado" lendo meu blog pelo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/83035997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=83035997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83035997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/83035997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/10/bajulao-explcita-reconheo-que-sou-meio.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-82848583</id><published>2002-10-11T13:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T17:12:49.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EU QUERO!Estrou prestes a completar 27 anos, mas continuo sendo um menino "pidão". Então se você se sensibilizar e quiser me presentear, segue abaixo alguns objetos de desejo que, ultimamente, têm me torturado. Pense bem, sou um bom garoto e fiz todas as lições direitinho, este ano.ei, é para o dia 23.Ben Folds, Ben Folds Live (Explicit Lyrics)Possum Dixon, New SheetsRon Sexsmith, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/82848583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=82848583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/82848583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/82848583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/10/eu-quero-estrou-prestes-completar-27.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-82614220</id><published>2002-10-06T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T22:43:19.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Primeira Noite de um HomemThe Graduate, 35 anos depoisTenho, finalmente, o DVD "A Primeira Noite  de um Homem" (The Graduate). Sei que muitos vão torcer o nariz ao ler este post. Pouco me importa. É um dos meus filmes prediletos. Foi às telas em 1967 e ainda mantém a atualidade (seria um clichê?).Dustin Hoffman vive Benjamim Bradock, um jovem recém-formado que ainda não sabe o que fazer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/82614220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=82614220' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/82614220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/82614220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/10/primeira-noite-de-um-homem-graduate-35.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-82320409</id><published>2002-09-30T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T14:06:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nem toda Riviera é completamente francesaSilvain Vanot é o nome do cara. Grande cantor que não se seduziu tanto com a música pop a ponto de sucumbir ao inglês (como eu por exemplo). Ele canta, em francês, as músicas que estamos acostumados a ouvir em inglês. Bom letrista (confira abaixo) ele é uma síntese de todos os bons bardos de língua inglesa: Leonard Cohen, Lloyd Cole, Lee Hazlewood e Hank</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/82320409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=82320409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/82320409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/82320409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/09/nem-toda-riviera-completamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-82319731</id><published>2002-09-30T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T13:50:34.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Defintivamente não sou "indie"i am not indie at all!How indie are you? test by ridethefaderWho are you trying to fool? Just because you own a couple of Weezer albums doesn't mean that you're uberindie. Indie people don't hear about cutting edge new bands from MTV. At least the ignorant don't know what they're missing...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/82319731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=82319731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/82319731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/82319731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/09/defintivamente-no-sou-indie-i-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-81933761</id><published>2002-09-21T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T23:08:20.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Can You Mend A Broken HeartHow Can You Mend A Broken Heart - Songs From A Warm SaturdayEstou ouvindo uns biscoitinhos agridoces. Comecei o dia com o "Mobilize" do Grant-Lee Phillips. E digo que esse cara tem uma das vozes mais bonitas que já ouvi. Possui elasticidade, indo do grave ao agudo sem a menor firula. Fiquei até meio rouco de tanto repetir o refrão de "Spring Realesed" e quase</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/81933761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=81933761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/81933761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/81933761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/09/how-can-you-mend-broken-heart-how-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-81930829</id><published>2002-09-21T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T23:22:21.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beck, admirado por ter se superadoSea Change é o Beck definitivoSea Change é um dos melhores albuns de 2002. O álbum, que será lançado nos EUA, na terça-feita (24-09) é um belo coquetel de melancolia e sobriedade. Nada de samples, barulhinhos e movimentos dançantes. É um disco tranqüilo e melancólico, muito diferente de "Odelay", "Mellow Gold" e "Midnite Vultures". Nigel Godrich, que já </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/81930829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=81930829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/81930829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/81930829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/09/beck-admirado-por-ter-se-superado-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-81708565</id><published>2002-09-17T01:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T19:15:04.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sala DesabafoEstou de saco cheio deste blog. Dá um trabalho do caralho para escrever essas bobagens que não serão lidas e comentadas por ninguém. Estou fatigado desta pretensão de querer dividir o que entendo por bons sons com pessoas que não se manifestam, não entram em contato, não falam nada, nem bem nem mal. Grande Merda gostar de música pop, achar que ela vai mudar o mundo o nos fazer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/81708565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=81708565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/81708565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/81708565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/09/sala-desabafo-estou-de-saco-cheio.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-81329573</id><published>2002-09-08T19:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T21:19:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mosaicos CohenianosRecentemente, numa resenha sobre a discografia do Leonard Cohen, mais propriamente um disco chamado "Death Of A Ladies' Man", eu disse que o Lambchop, Tindersticks e Smog precisariam beber muito para chegarem aos pés de Cohen.Continuo pensando assim, mas é bom deixar bem claro: amo todas essas três bandas que listei. Não foi com o intuito de depreciá-las que utilizei a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/81329573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=81329573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/81329573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/81329573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/09/mosaicos-cohenianos-recentemente-numa.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-80981425</id><published>2002-09-01T01:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T02:39:53.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Stephin Merrit é Gênio Caros amigos,Reforço esta idéia: tenho a maior inveja do Stephin Merrit. Sei que só o fato de dizer isso é pretensão exagerada e convenhamos, um saco.O gênio acabou de lançar o segundo LP do seu grupo Future Bible Heroes, intitulado de "Eternal Youth" . Ainda estou ouvindo o disco e não posso emitir comentário algum, mas adianto que ele me influenciou a escrever  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/80981425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=80981425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80981425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80981425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/08/stephin-merrit-gnio-caros-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-80706336</id><published>2002-08-25T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T15:20:27.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music Non StopDiscos que combateram o silêncio da minha casa na última semana:1. The Complete Stone Roses - The Stone Roses (1995)Banda genial que por puro deslumbre deixou-se perder no trem pop e definhou da maneira  vergonhosa: levar quase seis anos para concluir o segundo disco ofical: "Second Coming". The Complete Stone Roses compila canções do primeiro disco mais canções de singles</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/80706336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=80706336' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80706336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80706336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/08/music-non-stop-discos-que-combateram-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-80447711</id><published>2002-08-19T19:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T01:08:23.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ei! Lê meu blog de literatura, é muito melhor do que este aqui!:l i t e r a t u r a d o s s o l a r e s m a r x i s t a s</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/80447711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=80447711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80447711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80447711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/08/ei-l-meu-blog-de-literatura-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-80446990</id><published>2002-08-19T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T19:31:36.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As dez melhores músicas de todos os tempos (dessa semana, claro)1. Christine - The House Of Love - The House Of Love (Creation) 19882. It's All Over Now, Baby Blue - Them - Them Again (Deran) 19663. Andalucia - John Cale - Paris 1919 (Warner) 19734. Almost Blue - Elvis Costello - Imperial Bedroom (Columbia) 19825. Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley - Grace (Columbia) 19956. Tonight I Will Retire - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/80446990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=80446990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80446990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80446990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/08/as-dez-melhores-msicas-de-todos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-80111922</id><published>2002-08-11T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T23:28:18.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porto Alegre CallingAinda irei a Porto Alegre para visitar minhas beloved sisters  Gracian e Josie. A Gracian compõe e toca eventualmente comigo. Trocamos informações, composições e contos frequentemente e é uma das pessoas mais criativas que já conheci. Já a Josie entende de Jazz e Punk como ninguém e é apaixonada pelo Charles Bukowski - e me adimira sempre sua sobriedade.Formaremos uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/80111922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=80111922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80111922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80111922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/08/porto-alegre-calling-ainda-irei-porto.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-80110878</id><published>2002-08-11T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T14:44:26.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Only Rock and RollOntem fui a Black Gold of West e toquei com meus amigos Marcelino e Rogério. E fiquei extasiado. Eles são muito talentosos. O Roger toca baixo pra caralho, o Marcelino é multiinstrumentista e eu sou o fudidão do rock e contamos com a participação do Edmundo (que acabou de rapelar meu P.I.L.) nos backing vocals em algumas músicas. Em suma temos a melhor banda de rock do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/80110878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=80110878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80110878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80110878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/08/its-only-rock-and-roll-ontem-fui-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-80109758</id><published>2002-08-11T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T22:49:58.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beck, avassalador nas canções de Sea Change, disponíveis em sua página oficialBeck, Sea ChangeBom amigo. Se você gosta de agradar seus ouvidos com artistas que valem a pena, acessa agora o site oficial do Beck e ouça as canções disponíveis do seu novo disco Sea Change, a ser publicado em 24 de setembro. Produzido por Nigel Godrich, mesmo produtor do belíssimo Mutationsde 1998, o álbum é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/80109758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=80109758' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80109758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/80109758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/08/beck-avassalador-nas-canes-de-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3550689.post-79970626</id><published>2002-08-08T02:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T03:05:51.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Máquina de Pinball, Clarah AverbuckSe você mora em São Paulo, ou estiver próximo, faça o que eu não posso: vá ao lançamento de "MAQUINA DE PINBALL" e dê um beijo na Clarah por mim. Será sexta-feira, dia 16 de agosto, às 19h na Livaria Siciliano, Shopping Iguatemi. Av. Brigadeiro Faria Lima, 2232 - piso térreo. tel. (11) 3031 - 9434.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/feeds/79970626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3550689&amp;postID=79970626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/79970626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3550689/posts/default/79970626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliosays.blogspot.com/2002/08/mquina-de-pinball-clarah-averbuck-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13520190805812693988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ad-Lcst6ziY/SZbk2p7UzBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4bxgtbkSGB8/S220/faxul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
