David bowie died yesterday, 10th January, early morning. 

David Bowie was a “Hero”, an “Absolute Beginner”

and now he is “free just like that bluebird”. 

A Man like David Bowie will never really die…

His work, art and music will keep him immortal.

Peace to his soul.

‪#‎DavidBowie‬ 

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Space Oddity, David Bowie, 1969

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Heroes, David Bowie, 1977

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Absolute Beginners, David Bowie, 1986

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Lazarus, David Bowie, 2016

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"The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Yes, I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall"

Jacques Prévert & Joseph Kosma,  "Autumn Leaves", 1945

 Eric Clapton, "Autumn Leaves"

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"De onde é que vem esses olhos tão tristes?
Vem da campina onde o sol se deita
Do regalo de terra que teu dorso ajeita
E dorme serena, no sereno e sonha

De onde é que salta essa voz tão risonha?
Da chuva que teima, mas o céu rejeita
Do mato, do medo, da perda tristonha
Mas, que o sol resgata, arde e deleita

Há uma estrada de pedra que passa na fazenda
É teu destino, é tua senda onde nascem tuas canções
As tempestades do tempo que marcam tua história,
Fogo que queima na memória e acende os corações

Sim, dos teus pés na terra nascem flores
A tua voz macia aplaca as dores
E espalha cores vivas pelo ar...
Ah, ah, ah ...

Sim, dos teus olhos saem cachoeiras
Sete lagoas, mel e brincadeiras
Espumas, ondas, águas do teu mar...
Ah, ah, Elaia..."

Paula Fernandes/ Maurício Santini, Jeito de Mato

Hoje, em 1975, enquanto os Pink Floyd estavam em Abbey Road a gravar o seu nono álbum de estúdio 'Wish You Were Here', receberam a visita inesperada de Syd Barrett, coincidentemente no momento em que o grupo estava a gravar o tema "Shine On You Crazy Diamond ', que era um tributo a Barrett, que apesar de ter sido um membro muito importante dos Pink Floyd, nessa época já não integrava o grupo devido a graves problemas de saúde e drogas.

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                                               Syd Barrett e Roger Waters no início dos Pink Floyd                                               

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Today, in 1975, while Pink Floyd were in Abbey Road recording their ninth studio album 'Wish You Were Here', received the unexpected visit from Syd Barrett, coincidentally at the time the group was recording the theme "Shine on You Crazy Diamond ', which was a tribute to Barrett, who despite having been a very important member of Pink Floyd, at that time no longer was part of the group due to serious health and drug problems.

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Capa do album Wish You Were Here, lançado em setembro de 1975

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Shine On You crazy Diamond, Pink Floyd, 1975

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'Sunset.

Another sunset.

I know it looks undistinguishable from the last but I remember the difference.'

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Hoje finalmente encontrei este tema!

Só o ouvi uma vez, há vários anos.

E há vários anos que o procurava, mas não sabia o titulo nem o autor.

Mesmo assim, procurei das mais variadas formas. E nada!

Eu sabia que o encontraria. 

Nos últimos dias, estava constantemente a lembrar-me dele,

e com a sensação estranhamente boa que o encontraria em breve.

E sim! Foi hoje!

O tema veio ter comigo! Literalmente!

Na Rádio Nostalgia​, ao início da noite, na edição da"Idade da inocência" de Luis Ferreira de Almeida.

Eu estava a conduzir, e quando ouvi as primeiras notas e me pareceu o tema que eu tanto procurei,

tive que parar o carro para ouvir! Eu sei, é estranho, mas é verdade!

Foi um momento muito feliz para mim.

Obrigada Rádio Nostalgia! 

Obrigada Luis Ferreira de Almeida por ter escolhido precisamente este tema, entre tantos outros,

para homenagear Richard Harris.

'Slides' de Richard Harris!!!

Muito bom. Encontrei-o!

Encontrei-o, finalmente!

RÁDIO NOSTALGIA - Online

RADIO NOSTALGIA - Facebook

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"Morning chaps.

I’d like to welcome you back to the third form of your years,

I trust you’ll thrive in here.

Others in the past have come alive in here.

Happy to say they found their way.

You recall I asked, back when I saw you last,

that you’d consult my list of books for summer reading.

We’ll go over those and others

you’ll be needing for the coming year, if I’m still here.

I suppose you heard the word that’s going about,

my superiors doubt I’m fit to teach you.

Have a nip before the game and they’ll impeach you.

Forget about the fact that I reach you.

I reach you.

Well, enough of that.

Lets get on with it.

I’ve arranged to show some slides that might amuse you.

And if, of course, you’re bored, then I’ll excuse you.

Though what you’re about to see,

in times of sickness, is my cure,

living well is my best revenge, you can be sure.

This is the Grand Canyon, in the great State of Arizona.

See there, the magnificent blend of all the colours of the rainbow.

It is virtually unphotographable at any given point to so vast.

The Colorado River trickles through its base like a deeply buried brook.

Geologists say that with time and erosion the Pacific Ocean,

some 300 miles West, will one day reach the Canyon and flow through there.

I camped here, see?

Right there.

Oh, what peace I found.

The only sounds I heard were the sounds I made.

No-no, it is true.

And here beyond, on a remote roadside stand,

an Indian boy planted himself arms folded beneath a sign 

that said “seashells should lead the world”.

This is a hobo, a dying bread.

A pity.

He claimed that an inheritance fortune

awaited him in a bank back East but he couldn’t care less.

There’s more of them.

The one with the umbrella claimed to be the real Mr. Bojangles.

Sunset.

Another sunset.

I know it looks undistinguishable from the last but I remember the difference.

Vancouver, British Columbia.

I spent some time there at a ski lodge.

Something so healthy and wholesome about skiers.

Like this one.

She always seemed to appear when I took a slip

on the slops where I had no business being.

But I’d look up and there she’d be.

And soon it happen that whenever she’d turned and look up, there I’d be.

The chalet.

Inside there, by a warm fire, is where my mind has want to wander now.

To the scent of pine and the taste of wine.

You’re too young for wine now but make a note of it.

There she is again.

We rented those horses for a day.

See mine? His name was...

Oh what was it now? I forget. Oh yes, it was sugar.

And there’s my friend again.

She looks rather sad there.

It seems that everyday, well, she always had some special plan for us.

And this, this is a beautiful Indian girl.

Look at her!

She and her secret mysterious ways.

The pride of her people.

Our sunshine, the said of her.

This was the road South into Oregon.

This is how logs are transported, long rafts that trail the northwest rivers.

Big Sur, California.

An old Spanish Mission.

Carmel, California.

Those trees seemed frozen against the landscape.

They remind me of a book I once heard of called The Cypresses Believe in God.

This was near the end of my adventure.

The clock in my head told me it was time to leave.

So that I was more concerned with seeing

what I could first hand

rather then rush for the camera.

I find that travelling alone is somehow more realistic then with others.

You find yourself in a new place all alone and you deal with it

as oppose to when you’re with others who are familiar to you

and in a sense shelter you from situations you would otherwise meet head on.

You know what I mean?

Besides, if your loved ones are with you, you have no one to go home to."

Richard Harris, Slides, 1972 

Slides - Richard Harris (original album version)

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Lately I just find my mind has turned to dreaming
Making plans and scheming
How I'm gonna get back home
But deep down inside I know its really hopeless
This road I'm on is endless
We climb our mountains all alone

(...)

Old photographs and places I remember
Just like a dying ember
That's burned into my soul
Even though we walk the diamond studded highways
It's the country lanes and byways
That makes us long for home"

Jim Capaldi, Old Photographs

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Jim Capaldi, Old Photographs

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"It's time to come away, my Darling Pretty
It's time to come away on the changing tide
Time to come away, Darling Pretty
And I need you darling by my side 

Heal me with a smile, Darling Pretty
Heal me with a smile and a heart of gold
Carry me awhile, my Darling Pretty
Heal my aching heart and soul 

Just like a castaway
Lost upon an endless sea
I saw you far away
Come to rescue me 

Cast away the chains, Darling Pretty
Cast away the chains away behind
Take away my pain, my Darling Pretty
And the chains that once were yours and mine 

There will come a day, Darling Pretty
There will come a day when hearts can fly
Love will find a way, my Darling Pretty
Find a heaven for you and I
Love will find a way, my Darling Pretty
Find a heaven for you and I"

Mark knopfler, Darling Pretty

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Mark knopfler, Darling Pretty

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I close my eyes only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

Now, don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind (all we are is dust in the wind)
Dust in the wind (everything is dust in the wind), everything is dust in the wind (the wind)

Kansas, Dust in The Wind

Kansas, Dust in The Wind

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 Qualquer som que fazes é um sussurro no meu ouvido
Eu trocava toda a minha vida apenas por um beijo
   Morreria se me tirasses o teu amor
 

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Não vou dormir até te encontrar
Para te dizer simplesmente que me cortas a respiração

Encontrar-te-ei em qualquer parte aonde vás
Irei até o fim da Terra
Não vou dormir até te encontrar
Para te dizer quando te tiver te encontrado
 Amo-te

Queen, "You Take My Breath Away"

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Ooh, ooh, take it take it all away
Ooh, ooh, take my breath away
Ooh, ooh, you take my breath away

Look into my eyes and you'll see I'm the only one
You've captured my love stolen my heart
Changed my life
Every time you make a move you destroy my mind
And the way you touch
I lose control and shiver deep inside
You take my breath away

You can reduce me to tears with a single sigh
Ev'ry breath that you take
Any sound that you make is a whisper in my ear
I could give up all my life for just one kiss
I would surely die if you dismiss me from your love
You take my breath away

So please don't go
Don't leave me here all by myself
I get ever so lonely from time to time
I will find you anywhere you go
I'll be right behind you
Right until the ends of the earth
I'll get no sleep until I find you
To tell you that you just take my breath away

I will find you anywhere you go
Right until the ends of the earth
I'll get no sleep until I find you
To tell you when I've found you
I love you

Queen, "You Take My Breath Away"

Queen, You Take My Breath Away (Live At Hyde Park 1976)

Há trinta minutos ouvi este tema pela primeira vez.

Nem sequer, até então, conhecia os Black Lab, 

banda Californiana de rock alternativo.

(Grande ignorância minha, uma vez

que os Black Lab foram formados em 1995!)

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Gostei e não resisto a publicar aqui o tema 'This Night'.

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There are things I have done.
There's a place I have gone.
There's a beast and I let it run now it's

running my way.
There are things I regret that you can't

forgive you can't forget.
There's a gift that you sent you sent it my way.

So take this night and wrap it around me like a sheet.
I know I'm not forgiven but I need a place to sleep.
So take this night and lay me down on the street.
I know I'm not forgiven but I hope that I'll be given some peace.
There's a game that I played.
There are rules I had to break.
There's mistakes that I made but I made them my way.
So take this night and wrap it around me like a sheet.
I know I'm not forgiven but I need a place to sleep.
So take this night and lay me down on the street.
I know I'm not forgiven but I hope that I'll be given some peace.
Some peace, some peace.

Black Lab, 'This Night'

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 "This Night" video footage of Black Lab. The Shield promo song.

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Eu quis amar, mas tive medo

e quis salvar meu coração

mas o amor sabe um segredo

o medo pode matar o seu coração

Água de beber

Água de beber, camará

Água de beber

Água de beber, camará!

Eu nunca fiz coisa tão certa

Entrei pra escola do perdão

a minha casa vive aberta

abre todas as portas do coração!

Água de beber

Água de beber, camará

Água de beber

Água de beber, camará!

'Água de Beber'
Vinicius de Moraes / Antonio Carlos Jobim

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Astrud Gilberto, Água de Beber 

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 Tema fantástico de Hélder Moutinho.

Tanto pela letra, como pela voz, pela interpretação e pela música.

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"Venho de um tempo onde o tempo não havia
Quando o azul do céu não nos queimava
E a noite, antes de ser noite, era dia
E a tarde, antes de ser, nunca tardava

Venho de um tempo onde toda a solidão
Não se sabia meu amor, não se sabia
Era mais clara a cor agreste da paixão
E a desventura não havia, não havia

Tenho um poema que te quero revelar
Seara brava, lua cheia, quem me dera!
Breve novembro onde encontrei o teu olhar
Para me perder de uma só vez na primavera

Rasguei o medo de viver, rasguei a sorte
Provei o fel das minhas magoas e fracassos
Pedi à vida para viver até à morte
Pedi à morte para matar os meus cansaços

Não inventei de uma só vez esta distancia
Não entendi de uma só vez o entendimento
A nossa vida é muito mais que a nossa infância
A nossa morte é muito mais que o sofrimento

Tenho um poema que te quero revelar
Seara brava, lua cheia, quem me dera!
Breve novembro onde encontrei o teu olhar
Para me perder de uma só vez na primavera

Venho de um tempo, onde o tempo não havia"

Hélder Moutinho, Venho de um Tempo

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"A new life
In my soul
And find that I know how to let you go
You go"

Chris Walker, How Do You Heal A Broken Heart

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 Chris Walker, How Do You Heal A Broken Heart

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"Tonight I'll hold what could be right
Tomorrow i'll pretend to
Wake and put it all behind me
And find that I know how to let you go"

Chris Walker, How Do You Heal A Broken Heart

O considerado Rei do Rock completaria hoje 79 anos de idade.

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Elvis Presley 

8 de Janeiro de 1935 - 16 de Agosto de 1977

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Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds Live - Hawaii 1973

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Elvis Presley - Baby What You Want Me To Do, 1968

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Remember that night, white stairs in the moonlight

They walked here too, through empty

playground, this ghosts town

Children again on rusty swings getting higher

Sharing a dream on an island it felt right

We lay side by side between the moon and the tide

Mapping the stars for awhile

Let the night surround you

We're halfway to the stars

Ebb and flow, let it go

Feel the warmth beside you

Remember that night, the warmth and the laughter

Candles  burn though the church was deserted

At dawn we went down through empty  streets to the harbor

Dreamers may leave but they're here everafter

Let the night surround you

We're halfway to the stars

Ebb and Flow, let it go

Feel the warmth beside you

David Gilmour/ Polly Samson, On An Island, 2006

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 David Gilmour, On An Island

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Lou Reed, já não está entre nós.

Partiu ontem de manhã. Nem parece verdade. Custa a acreditar.

Esteve sempre 'ali', desde a minha infância que o 'conheço'.
 

Mas de certa forma Lou Reed é imortal.

Teremos sempre e para sempre a sua música.

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Lou Reed, is no longer among us.

Left yesterday morning. Neither seems true. Hard to believe.

He was always 'there', since my childhood that I 'know him'.

But somehow Lou Reed is immortal.

We'll always and forever have his music.

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Jim Morrison, The Lizard King.

Assinala-se hoje o 42º aniversário do seu desaparecimento.

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 O Walkman está hoje de parabéns: comemora o 34º aniversário!

Quem não se lembra deste admirável aparelho?

De repente, podíamos ouvir a nossa música preferida em qualquer parte e a qualquer hora!

No final dos anos 80, tive um como o da imagem abaixo, mas em azul. E com bateria recarregável. Lindo! Era absolutamente fantástico e andava sempre comigo. Aliás, ainda o tenho. E guardo também as muitas dezenas de cassetes que fizeram parte daquela época maravilhosa e da minha vida.

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A Sony Corporation é detentora da marca registada Walkman®.

O Walkman original foi criado em 1979 no Japão pelo coordenador do sector de áudio da Sony - Nobutoshi Kihara - para um dos sócios da empresa, Akio Morita, que queria escutar ópera durante o trabalho.

Curiosamente, em abril de 1979 quando o primeiro aparelho ficou pronto, não suscitou muito entusiasmo junto dos vendedores... eles não acreditavam que tal dispositivo tivesse sucesso! Já Akio Morita, acreditava no produto e resolveu pôr-se à prova: se em dois anos de mercado não fossem vendidas 100 mil unidades, renunciaria à presidência da Sony! É verdade! E afinal, nos primeiros dois anos, foram vendidos 1,5 milhões de Walkman! 1,5 milhões!!

Em outubro de 2010, chegou ao fim o fabrico do Walkman. 

Em 30 anos, a Sony vendeu aproximadamente 200 milhões de unidades!

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"Olho para o céu
Tantas estrelas dizendo da imensidão
Do universo em nós
A força desse amor
Nos invadiu...
Com ela veio a paz, toda beleza de sentir
Que para sempre uma estrela vai dizer
Simplesmente amo você...

Meu amor..
Vou lhe dizer
Quero você
Com a alegria de um pássaro
Em busca de outro verão
Na noite do sertão
Meu coração só quer bater por ti
Eu me coloco em tuas mãos
Para sentir todo o carinho que sonhei
Nós somos rainha e rei

Na noite do sertão
Meu coração só quer bater por ti
Eu me coloco em tuas mãos
Para sentir todo o carinho que sonhei
Nós somos rainha e rei

Olho para o céu
Tantas estrelas dizendo da imensidão
Do universo em nós
A força desse amor nos invadiu...
Então...
Veio a certeza de amar você..."

Caetano Veloso, Céu de Santo Amaro