sábado, 29 de dezembro de 2012

the.old.bastard.




because endurance is more important than truth.

recomendado pelo continuamente contraditório guri da cidade pequena.

sexta-feira, 21 de dezembro de 2012

segunda-feira, 17 de dezembro de 2012

sketches.of.my.life.




uma das melhores coisas do ano, foi a sarah polley quem fez .

sexta-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2012

quarta-feira, 12 de dezembro de 2012

segunda-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2012

a.invenção.de.um.macaco.





On the page it looked nothing. The beginning simple, almost comic. Just a pulse - bassoons, basset horns - like a rusty squeezebox. And then, suddenly - high above it - an oboe, a single note, hanging there, unwavering. Until a clarinet took it over. Sweetened it into a phrase of such delight! This was no composition by a performing monkey. This was a music I'd never heard. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing. It seemed to me that I was hearing the very voice of God.