Evgeny Parfenov

Antes das férias...

A T-Shirt

Heróis: Robert De Niro (Raging bull), Edward Norton (American history X / Fight club, Marlon Brando (Streetcar named desire), Ike Turner e Gustavo Arsénio.

Epilepsia musical

O título deste álbum diz tudo. Antes, quando se colocava a questão de qual dos sentidos preferia perder, a minha resposta era sempre audição. E visão? Sempre senti mais com os ouvidos que com os olhos... Agora, após esta recente descoberta (e não me refiro ao álbum dos Talking heads), o pior seria sofrer dum síndrome neurológico raro que provoca ataques epilépticos induzidos por música. Musicolepsia? De todas as lepsias ultrapassou a narco e mais uma vez não me estou a referir a quaquer estupefaciente.

Tudo isto para vos falar de Oliver Sacks e do seu livro Musicophilia ou o Homem que confudiu a sua esposa por um chapéu, que acredito que quando os ler será música para os meus ouvidos.

Deixo aqui um parágrafo sobre uma destas vertentes epilépticas que, acredito, será de interesse para o cabeçudo deste blog.

"One more interesting story is that of Shostakovich, a composer, who was found to have a metallic splinter in his head which pressed against his temporal lobe when he tilted his head to one side. He would hear melodies which were different each time which he would then incorporate into his compositions."

Time to medicate...

Cair

Tell me how you seek your man
And tell me all your secret spells
Tell me how you learn
To tell by his voice that he fell
I know a ghost will walk through the wall
Yet I am just a man still learning how to fall

Try to re-imagine me
And I’ll re-invent myself
Still I remember scenes
Of when you looked at someone else
I know a ghost can walk through the wall
Yet I am just a man still learning how to fall

If you start doubting me
Then I start to doubt myself
And never look through me
Cause I’ll keep close to myself
I know a ghost can walk through the wall
Yet I am just a man still learning how to fall

I am what I am
And what I am is who I am
I know what I know
And all I know is that I fell
If only I could walk through the wall
Then maybe I would tell you who I was
Yet I am just a man still learning how to fall