Um dos títulos mais divertidos que saíram esses dias foi The Authority #2, da Pandora. Nem tanto pelo grupo que dá o título pra revista, e sim pelo seus "convidados", o Planetary. O grupo de "arqueólogos do desconhecido" tem, além de uma premissa interessante, um desenvolvimento muito bom também.
Temos Elijah Snow, um super-poderoso mal-encarado com 100 anos de idade que parece sempre disposto a arrancar a cabeça de alguém. Jakita Wagner, uma mulher segura de si que gosta de ação, e o Baterista, um cara calado com jeito de maluco( esse parece comigo :-P). Estou adorando os 3!
As histórias são cheias de referências a cultura pop, seja aos super-heróis, aos heróis dos antigos pulps, seriados, etc. Nesse número 2, temos uma ilha na fronteira do Japão e Rússia onde viveram os antigos monstros dos seriados japoneses. Inclusive o Godzilla, que tem uma participação (se é que podemos chamar assim) nota 10!
Em The Authority, a personagem que mais gosto é a Jenny Sparks, uma mulher também segura de si, decidida, e que não pensa 2 vezes antes de chutar o traseiro de alguém. Chega de personagens mulheres feitas só pra "decoração" ou pra serem salvas pelo mocinho.
Warren Ellis é diversão garantida.
Sexta-feira fui no Ballroom, para o show de lançamento do novo cd do
Rogério Skylab. O show de abertura foi com a banda
Leela, que tem uma música tocando na Fluminense, mas não lembro o nome dela agora.
A vocalista da Leela, Bianca, é simplesmente linda! Tanto eu como meu amigo Cotta nos apaixonamos por ela. Eu fiquei hipnotizado, não consegui olhar pra mais nada enquanto ela estava no palco. Engraçado é que, pelas fotos, ela nem parece ser tão linda como realmente é! O som da banda é bom, um rock sem muitas filuras, gostoso de ouvir. Mas o que valeu a pena mesmo foi ouvir a Bianca cantando "Eu vou implorar pra ser o seu prato principal." Espero que a banda tenha uma boa carreira no cenário musical.
Depois, veio o momento principal, o show do Skylab. O cara é maluco mesmo, pelo menos no palco. Ele interpreta as músicas de um jeito único. E as letras então, são engraçadas e ao mesmo tempo sinistras. Muitas delas ainda não foram gravadas, como uma que ele tocou logo no início, onde ele cantava :"Tem certeza que não quer anestesia? Nãããão!". Ele tocou apenas algumas músicas do CD novo, intercaladas com algumas mais antigas, e essas ainda não gravadas. O público não era muito grande, mas conhecia razoavelmente o trabalho do cantor, e estava muito, mas muito empolgado (as "rodas" abriam a todo momento, eu mesmo tomei uma porrada no braço que doeu pra cacete, mas depois descontei em dobro :P ).
Algumas letras são de gosto duvidoso, como "Câncer no cu" (alguém sabe a semelhança entre Skylab, Mário Covas e Ana Maria Braga?), e uma outra que fala sobre lavar as mãos(não sei o nome). Mas o momento mais sinistro foi quando ele tocou uma música cuja letra era "Eu desafino mais do que o Herbert Vianna sem tutano". O público em geral ficou surpreso, sem acreditar que ele estava realmente cantando aquilo. Foi o único momento em que houve poucos aplausos. Curiosamente, todas essas músicas se enquadram nas que ainda não foram gravadas.
Mas essa escorregada não tornou a noite menos divertida. Em músicas como "Carrocinha de cachorro-quente" e "Matador de Passarinho", a galera cantou junto e se empolgou legal. No final, Skylab e Leela fizeram uma "Jam Session", onde o sortudo inclusive lambeu as pernas da Bianca (que inveja eu senti naquele momento).
Resumindo, foi um ótimo show, uma noite muito divertida, e isso tudo eu curti sóbrio, já que a cerveja lá é cara pra cacete.
Mais letras de músicas.
The Beatles - I am the Walrus
I am here as you are here as you are me
and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
see how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
you let your face grow long
I am the eggman
they are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Mr. City policeman sitting
pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
you let your knickers down
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Sitting in an English garden
waiting for the sun
If the sun don't shine you get a tan
You get a tan from standing in the English rain
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Expert, texpert choking smokers
don't you think the joker laughs at you
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying
Semolina Pilchard
climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking
Edgar Allen Poe
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob
goo goo g' joob
goo goo g'
juba juba juba
juba juba juba
juba juba juba
juba juba
Dire Straits- WHY WORRY
Baby I see this world has made you sad
Some people can be bad
The things they do, the things they say
But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears
I'll chase away those restless fears
That turn your blue skies into grey
Why worry, there should be laughter after the pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now
Baby when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
I know it isn't hard to say
But baby just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way
Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now
R.E.M. - It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...
(It's time I had some time alone)
The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony
'Cause it's a bitter sweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
Your a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the things meet
No change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
Well I never pray. But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now
No change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change I can't change
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet.
Try to find some money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the things meet yeah
You know I can't change, I can't change I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change
Can't change my body, no, no, no
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Been down. Ever been down. Ever been down.
Ever been down. Ever been down.
That you've ever been down. That you've ever been down
Bem, como esse fim de semana foi um saco, só fiquei lendo e ouvindo música, vou postar a letra de uma que tem a ver com o que tá na minha mente ultimamente.
Sympathy For The Devil
(Jagger/Richards)
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg
raged and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for
ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all
it was you and me
Let me please intruduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners, Saints
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need
of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy
and some taste
Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
