<?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-4174271477371882439</id><updated>2011-07-11T16:54:16.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mil coisas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-6505410353726183270</id><published>2009-02-25T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:20:36.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mônica Salmaso "iaiá"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SaWDbf5EjRI/AAAAAAAAACY/bztluap66Cg/s1600-h/mÃ´nica+salmaso.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306792244366576914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SaWDbf5EjRI/AAAAAAAAACY/bztluap66Cg/s320/m%C3%B4nica+salmaso.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Nem tenho muito o que falar... Essa cantora me cativou desde a primeira vez que eu a ouvir cantar. Bem, minha mãe foi quem me apresentou essa cantora excepcional, e vocês bem sabem, quando é a minha mãe que indica algo é porque é bom! (risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;  Mônica já foi indicada para o Prêmio Sharp em 1997 como Revelação na categoria MPB, gravou um cd com o violonista Paulo Bellinati (também produtor do disco) contendo todos os Afro Sambas feitos por Baden Powel, foi vencedora do Segundo Prêmio Visa MPB – Edição Vocal, pelo juri e aclamação popular em 1999... Enfim, a mulher ganhou vários prêmios, e o último cd que ela gravou foi o "Noites de gala, samba na rua", seu quinto cd com canções de Chico Buarque com a participação do Grupo Pau Brasil, no qual eu assisti o show desse disco no Teatro Castro Alves, que foi PERFEITO! e eu me emocionei muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;  Prometo tentar postar esse disco pra vocês, pois vale muito a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bem, esse disco "Iaiá" foi gravado em 2004 pela gravadora Biscoito Fino. Um disco maravilhoso com arranjos leves e tocantes... cheio de sopros, cheio de efeitos de percussão... O disco é lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ouçam e levitem com esse som...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. MORO NA ROÇA&lt;br /&gt;D.P. adap. por Xangô da Mangueira e Zagaia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/audio/moro%20na%20roca.mp3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2. CABROCHINHA&lt;br /&gt;Maurício Carrilho / Paulo César Pinheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra1()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3.  ESTRELA DE OXUM&lt;br /&gt;Rodolfo Stroeter / Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra2()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4. MENINA AMANHÃ DE MANHÃ    &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(prestem bem atenção nessa música, e na mensagem que ela traz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tom Zé / Perna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/audio/menina%20amanha.mp3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra3()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5. VINGANÇA&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Mattoso / José Maria de Abreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra4()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6. POR TODA A MINHA VIDA&lt;br /&gt;Tom Jobim / Vinícius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra5()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;7. ASSUM BRANCO&lt;br /&gt;José Miguel Wisnik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra6()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;8. CIDADE LAGOA&lt;br /&gt;Sebastião Fonseca / Cícero Nunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra7()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;9. DOCE NA FEIRA&lt;br /&gt;Jair do Cavaquinho / Altair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra8()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;10. SINHAZINHA - DESPERTAR&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra9()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;11. ONDE IR&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa da Mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra10()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;12. É DOCE MORRER NO MAR&lt;br /&gt;Dorival Caymmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:open_letra11()"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monicasalmaso.mus.br/new/Paginas/Release%20iaia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;13. NA ALDEIA&lt;br /&gt;Silvio Caldas / De Chocolat / Carusinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;O link:  &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/87727760/eebf4d2c/mnica_salmaso_-_iai.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/87727760/eebf4d2c/mnica_salmaso_-_iai.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-6505410353726183270?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/6505410353726183270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/02/monica-salmaso-iaia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6505410353726183270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6505410353726183270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/02/monica-salmaso-iaia.html' title='Mônica Salmaso &quot;iaiá&quot;'/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SaWDbf5EjRI/AAAAAAAAACY/bztluap66Cg/s72-c/m%C3%B4nica+salmaso.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-8018787739635547440</id><published>2009-02-08T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:28:56.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SY8HlUxwsOI/AAAAAAAAACI/AebTZBa9hg0/s1600-h/meu+violao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300463624252338402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SY8HlUxwsOI/AAAAAAAAACI/AebTZBa9hg0/s320/meu+violao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SY8HE-j_x0I/AAAAAAAAACA/ahF026JZEMk/s1600-h/minha+mÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;VIOLÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Sueli Costa e Paulo César Pinheiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Um dia eu vi numa estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;um arvoredo caído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Não era um tronco qualquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Era madeira de pinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e um artesão esculpia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;o corpo de uma mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Depois eu vi pela noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;o artesão no caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;colhendo raios de lua.&lt;br /&gt;Fazia cordas de prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;que, se esticadas, vibravam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;o corpo da mulher nua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;E o artesão, finalmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;nesta mulher de madeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;botou o seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e lhe apertou contra o peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e deu-lhe um nome bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e assim nasceu o violão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-8018787739635547440?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/8018787739635547440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/02/violao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/8018787739635547440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/8018787739635547440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/02/violao.html' title='Violão'/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SY8HlUxwsOI/AAAAAAAAACI/AebTZBa9hg0/s72-c/meu+violao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-4389215530033574334</id><published>2009-01-29T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:29:47.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosa Passos Canta Caymmi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SYJRU7RBJqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u2-TUwBBB3s/s1600-h/rosa+passos+canta+caymmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296885531689428642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SYJRU7RBJqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u2-TUwBBB3s/s320/rosa+passos+canta+caymmi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mais um disco dos sonhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;  Rosa Passos Canta Caymmi. Esse trabalho é o melhor da Bahia cantando a Bahia. Dentre as inúmeras homenagens em gravações ao nosso Dorival Caymmi, acho que esse disco é a melhor homenagem de todas... Desculpe-me a família, desculpe-me Jussara Silveira, desculpe-me Gal Costa e tantos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;  Como a própria Rosa disse em seu último show no Teatro Castro Alves na Bahia pelo projeto Petrobrás de Música, Caymmi consegue transformar a sua simplicidade em coisas lindas, e foi o que ela fez nesse disco: Fundiu a sua voz simples, afetiva e calorosa com a simplicidade e a beleza da obra de Caymmi, contando com uma turma de músicos de dar inveja. Com a produção de Almir Chediak, contamos com os seguintes monstros: Don Chacal na percussão; Erivelton Silva na bateria (que por sinal eu tive a oportunidade de abrir o show de Fátima Guedes no Teatro ACBEU durante 4 dias pelo Projeto MPB Petrobrás no qual ele estava como baterista dessa cantora maravilhosa); Fábio Torres no piano; Jaguara na percussão; Jorge Helder no baixo acústico; Lula Galvão nos arranjos, no violão e no cavaquinho (e que cavaquinho!!!); Paulo Paulelli no baixo acústico; Rodrigo Ursaia no sax tenor e flauta; Sérgio Galvão no sax soprano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; Só uma observação: Juro a vocês que quando vocês ouvirem o cavaquinho de Lula Galvão vocês vao ficar assustados... inclusive o improviso dele em "Rosa Morena"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Enfim pessoal... Curtam o Disco!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mais do que indicado viu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lá vai o link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/83181437/422712e0/UQT2000_Rosa_Passos_Canta_Caymmi.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/83181437/422712e0/UQT2000_Rosa_Passos_Canta_Caymmi.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1- Você já foi à Bahia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2- Marina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3- Só Louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4- Rosa Morena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5- Sábado em Copacabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6- Vatapá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;7- Você Não Sabe Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;8- Milagre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;9- Doralice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;10- O bem do Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;11- Vestido de Bolero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;12- O Samba da Minha Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;13- Das Rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-4389215530033574334?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/4389215530033574334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/rosa-passos-canta-caymmi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/4389215530033574334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/4389215530033574334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/rosa-passos-canta-caymmi.html' title='Rosa Passos Canta Caymmi'/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SYJRU7RBJqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u2-TUwBBB3s/s72-c/rosa+passos+canta+caymmi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-6698189663114822186</id><published>2009-01-26T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:31:20.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susana Baca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SX5F3Pn3dfI/AAAAAAAAABw/5OMicCVIULY/s1600-h/susana+baca+travesÃ&amp;shy;as.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295747027223148018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SX5F3Pn3dfI/AAAAAAAAABw/5OMicCVIULY/s320/susana+baca+traves%C3%ADas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eita que nessa postagem eu botei pra quebrar!! (risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bem pessoal, apresento a vocês uma cantora que me surpreendeu demais quando eu a ouvi cantar: Susana Baca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A primeira vez que eu ouvir essa mulher cantar, foi ao vivo, num ensaio com a Orquestra Juvenil 2 de Julho do projeto Neojibá e ao lado de Mercedes Sosa. O que acham da ocasião?! (risos) Eu fui um tanto quanto privilegiada não acham?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Depois do evento em que eu ouvi essa mulher cantar, fui a caça buscando discos, o seu my space etc. Encontrei td isso e mais um pouco! Susana é peruana e canta músicas folclóricas misturando a cultura peruana com a cultura africana, tornando o seu som ímpar. Esse disco é um doa três que eu tenho: Lamento Negro, Travesías e Vestida de Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nesse disco que vos trago, Travesías, lançado 4 anos após o disco Lamento Negro (2002), ela traz canções em castelhano, francês, inglês, italiano e até uma em português: Estrela, que no disco se ouve interpretada em dueto com Gilberto Gil, seu autor, música na qual eu adoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Susana é comparada a cantoras como Omara Portuondo pelo trabalho que vem desenvolvendo apartir da vertente mais africana das tradições populares do seu país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Enfim pessoal, eu simplesmente me apaixonei pelo trabaho dessa cantora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lá vai o link:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/82494100/da155ee/Susana_Baca_-_Travesias_By_Almasy.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/82494100/da155ee/Susana_Baca_-_Travesias_By_Almasy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-6698189663114822186?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/6698189663114822186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/susana-baca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6698189663114822186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6698189663114822186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/susana-baca.html' title='Susana Baca'/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SX5F3Pn3dfI/AAAAAAAAABw/5OMicCVIULY/s72-c/susana+baca+traves%C3%ADas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-831594539385541591</id><published>2009-01-25T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:45:17.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias de Músico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXzp8KCDgdI/AAAAAAAAABo/mPgH4NJSLPo/s1600-h/mÃºsicos+primitivos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295364481575256530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXzp8KCDgdI/AAAAAAAAABo/mPgH4NJSLPo/s320/m%C3%BAsicos+primitivos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Numa festa social, dois sujeitos conversam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"- Olá, tudo bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Sim, e vc, como vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Vou bem. Me disseram que vc é músico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Nossa, e que instrumento vc toca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Toco ZABUMBA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- E toca em quais orquestras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Na OSESP e na OSUSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Que beleza, hein? Deve ser cansativo, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- É o trabalho, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Realmente, admiro vcs músicos, grande profissão essa. Até queria que meu filho fizesse música, mas o garoto não tem jeito, insiste que quer ser médico ou advogado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Ah, hoje em dia é assim, a garotada não tem jeito. Mas, e vc, o que faz da vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Eu sou médico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Jura? Mas como assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Trabalho no Hospital das Clínicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Clínicas..., não conheço. E faz o que lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Sou cardiologista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Mas vc tem um emprego não tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Então, trabalho no hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Nas horas vagas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Não. Esse é o meu emprego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Mas ganha pra isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Ganho sim, dá pra viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- E vc não estudou? Não quis saber de faculdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Estudei, fiz faculdade de medicina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Ah, é? Não sabia que tinha. Que interessante. Sabe, eu fui médico amador quando era jovem, uma vez fiz até uma operação num rapaz que tinha sido atropelado. Usei uma flanela de carro pra estancar o sangue e uma faca pra abrir a barriga do rapaz e parar a hemorragia. Eu até gostava, mas não levava muito jeito pra coisa. E ai minha mãe até disse: "Larga disso, garoto, vai estudar música".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- É..., queria ter tido uma mãe assim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;O engraçado é que o contrário não é ridículo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-831594539385541591?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/831594539385541591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/histrias-de-msico.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/831594539385541591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/831594539385541591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/histrias-de-msico.html' title='Histórias de Músico'/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXzp8KCDgdI/AAAAAAAAABo/mPgH4NJSLPo/s72-c/m%C3%BAsicos+primitivos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-6336644096911582927</id><published>2009-01-24T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:34:11.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um toque pra subir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXusFdje2PI/AAAAAAAAABg/3rfpm_Eo1do/s1600-h/Bonde+Xadrez+completo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295014996736923890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXusFdje2PI/AAAAAAAAABg/3rfpm_Eo1do/s320/Bonde+Xadrez+completo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(Risos)... É meu povo... Dessa vez eu falhei com vocês... Como eu não tenho scanner, e não encontrei a capa do Cd em lugar algum na rede, tive que improvisar... (Risos) Podem acreditar que a capa é quase assim... Quase!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Vamos pensar assim: é uma caricatura da capa do Cd (risos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Meu pai que me recomendou ouvir esse Cd. E quando eu ouvi, me deparei com um som maravilhoso, é aquele tipo de música que lhe coloca em outra dimensão, sem falar da qualidade dos músicos que estão envolvidos neste trabalho. O engraçado é que hoje, depois de um bom tempo que já conhecia este Cd, eu me vejo no mundo destes músicos, uns meus colegas da universidade, e outros que "frenquentam o mesmo ambiente que eu". Eu me orgulho em dizer que estes músicos, os músicos que foram responsáveis por esse trabalho tão lindo "frequentam o mesmo ambiente que eu". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bem... Este Cd é de uma banda instrumental baiana composta pela alta casta dos músicos do cenário baiano: André Becker (Sax's e Flautas), Gerson Silva (Guitarras e Violões), Jorginho Brasil (Bateria), Luciano Calazans (Baixo), Mikael Mutti (Teclados), banda que já gravou 2 cd's: O que vos digo (um toque pra subir) e o segundo que é simplesmente "bonde Xadrez". Esse Cd que disponibilizo pra vocês conta com as ilustres participações de: Alexandre Montenegro (Baixo) na faixa Mar do Norte; Ferreti (Percussão) na faixa A Mosca; Ivan Bastos (Baixo) na faixa Lindeza; Ivanzinho (Percussão) na faixa Ifá, Um Canto pra subir; Joatan Nascimento (Trompete) na faixa Lindeza; Rudson Daniel (Percussão) nas faixas Essa é Boa, Caribe, Calibre Amor e Logundé; Mou Brasil (Guitarra) na Faixa Maria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Curtam o Cd, pois é um trabalho daquele tipo: "eu posso ouvir todas as faixas sem cansar" (risos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/82341107/418ec476/Bonde_Xadrez_-_Um_toque_pra_subir.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/82341107/418ec476/Bonde_Xadrez_-_Um_toque_pra_subir.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-6336644096911582927?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/6336644096911582927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-toque-pra-subir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6336644096911582927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6336644096911582927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-toque-pra-subir.html' title='Um toque pra subir'/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXusFdje2PI/AAAAAAAAABg/3rfpm_Eo1do/s72-c/Bonde+Xadrez+completo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-791050377871414896</id><published>2009-01-24T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:10:53.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXsuaV1oCTI/AAAAAAAAABY/dMwgReYMy3M/s1600-h/violÃ£o+no+pÃ´r+do+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294876816977692978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXsuaV1oCTI/AAAAAAAAABY/dMwgReYMy3M/s320/viol%C3%A3o+no+p%C3%B4r+do+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Em um fim de tarde, sentados à beira de um lago, Seu Antenor ensinava seu filho Lúcio de 10 anos tocar o seu velho violão. Então, de repente, Lúcio pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Pai, como é ser pai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seu Antenor coçou a cabeça e, olhando para o seu instrumento, falou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Filho, de quem é esse violão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Ele é seu, pai. - Disse o filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seu Antenor pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- E você tem cuidado bem dele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Há dois anos, cuido dele todo dia. De manhã, tiro ele da caixa, afino as cordas e fico treinando por bastante tempo. Quando me canso, limpo bem o violão e o guardo com cuidado na caixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- E você gosta de tocá-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Sim, gosto muito. Acho lindo o som e tem músicas que me dão muita emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seu Antenor, enternecido, olha nos olhos do filho explica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Pois é, filho. Ser pai é isso. É cuidar de algo que não é nosso. Eu não sou seu dono e você não é minha posse. Ao me tornar pai, Deus está, na verdade, me emprestando você para que eu possa me desenvolver como pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Como assim, pai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- É simples. Você não desenvolve sua inteligência e sua sensibilidade musical ao tocar músicas alegres ou tristes no meu violão? Pois é. Da mesma forma, eu desenvolvo a razão e o coração nos momentos bons e ruins que tenho contigo. Cuido de você, como você cuida do meu violão, e ao cuidar de você, vou me tornando uma pessoa melhor, como você está se tornando um músico cada vez melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E olhando novamente para o seu velho violão, Seu Antenor dá um sorriso e continua:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Aliás, já está na hora deste instrumento trocar de mãos... mais uma vez. Ele agora é seu, filho. Cuide dele, como você o cuidou até aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- E eu também não posso ser seu, pai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Meu, não. Você é e sempre será de Deus. Ele é o verdadeiro pai. Mas, o seu amor por mim é meu, assim como o meu amor por você é seu. E devemos cuidar do amor um do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Eu te amo, pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Eu também te amo, filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-791050377871414896?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/791050377871414896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/em-um-fim-de-tarde-sentados-beira-de-um.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/791050377871414896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/791050377871414896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/em-um-fim-de-tarde-sentados-beira-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXsuaV1oCTI/AAAAAAAAABY/dMwgReYMy3M/s72-c/viol%C3%A3o+no+p%C3%B4r+do+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-6848450211978824717</id><published>2009-01-22T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:23:02.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXjhv-HrnzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/li-91cF1TP4/s1600-h/incognito+-+adventures+in+black+sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294229576219336498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXjhv-HrnzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/li-91cF1TP4/s320/incognito+-+adventures+in+black+sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;É pessoal... mais um disco que eu adooorooo!! Bem, incognito é uma banda americana que mistura o soul music, o black music, com a discoteca dos anos 70... Nossa, é um som muito gostoso. Eles deram uma entrevista uma vez, e disseram que tinham muita influência da Banda Black Rio, ou seja, temos tudo pra gostar desse trabalho, não acham?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Divirtam-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;parte 1-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/187767413/incognito_-_adventures_in_black_sunshine_parte_1.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/187767413/incognito_-_adventures_in_black_sunshine_parte_1.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;parte 2-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/187863580/incognito_-_adventures_in_black_sunshine_parte_2.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/187863580/incognito_-_adventures_in_black_sunshine_parte_2.rar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1- Don't Turn My Love Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2- Everything Your Heart Desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3- Close My Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4- The 25Th Chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5- True of Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6- The Principies of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;7- This Thing Called Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;8- Fences and Barriers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;9- Mindin1 My Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;10- Autumn Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;11- Listen to The Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;12- Mr Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;13- The World is Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;14- Beyond The Clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-6848450211978824717?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/6848450211978824717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/pessoal_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6848450211978824717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6848450211978824717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/pessoal_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXjhv-HrnzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/li-91cF1TP4/s72-c/incognito+-+adventures+in+black+sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-7705500690621988381</id><published>2009-01-21T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:17:20.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leny Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXfAUPkxVVI/AAAAAAAAABA/H-AKa3EMcEM/s1600-h/leny+andrade+ao+vivo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293911341007983954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXfAUPkxVVI/AAAAAAAAABA/H-AKa3EMcEM/s320/leny+andrade+ao+vivo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bem pessoal, la vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Um dia de domingo, a família toda em casa e meu pai coloca um disco pra tocar... Ai eu comecei a ouvir a primeira música. Era um samba-jazz gostoso de ouvir que eu logo identifiquei a música: Estamos aí de Durval Ferreira, Maurício Einhorn e Regina Werneck, uma música que eu conhecia muito bem com minha mãe cantando, e que por sinal eu ja gostava. Mas quando o samba-jazz acelerou e a cantora começou a improvisar eu arregalei os olhos eu não conseguia acreditar no que eu estava ouvindo... Era, simplesmente, MARAVILHOSO E CONTAGIANTE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Logo perguntei ao meu pai quem era que estava cantando e ele respondeu: "Leny Andrade". E minha mãe completou: " é uma das cantoras mais brilhantes que já ouvi". Bem, pra minha mãe dizer isso de uma cantora é porque eu realmente tenho que parar e prestar atenção. E foi o que eu fiz. Parei e prestei atenção. Ouvi o disco inteiro, de cabo a rabo, da capo ao fine sem pular uma faixa sequer, e acreditem: eu adorei todas as faixas. TODAS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Agora falando de Leny Andrade, é uma cantora fora do comum, do quilate de Rosa Passos, cada uma com seus destaques, e saibam que Rosa Passos pra mim é a maior cantora brasileira viva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bem, Leny começou seus estudos musicais, se eu não me engano, ao 6 anos de idade com o piano. Aos 9 anos entrou para o conservatório brasileiro de música e aos 15 anos já se apresentava como "crooner" de orquestras... O seu contato com o piano justifica a sua facilidade de improvisar com a voz, um dos grandes destaques da cantora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Uma gravação bem famosa de Leny é Influencia do Jazz, e eu também adoro ouvi-la cantar Dindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bem, ai vai os links e divirtam-se!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/187412373/Leny_Andrade_Ao_vivo_parte_1.rar.html"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/187412373/Leny_Andrade_Ao_vivo_parte_1.rar.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/187430424/Leny_Andrade_Ao_vivo_parte_2.rar.html"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/187430424/Leny_Andrade_Ao_vivo_parte_2.rar.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1- Estamos aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2- Batida diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3- Cantor da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4- Flor de lis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5- Trocando em miúdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6- O negócio é amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;7- Vale o escrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;8- Velho piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;9- This mascarede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;10- Si me enamoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;11- embriagador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;12- Roda bahiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-7705500690621988381?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/7705500690621988381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/leny-andrade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/7705500690621988381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/7705500690621988381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/leny-andrade.html' title='Leny Andrade'/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXfAUPkxVVI/AAAAAAAAABA/H-AKa3EMcEM/s72-c/leny+andrade+ao+vivo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-8619984927698357822</id><published>2009-01-21T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:27:41.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXc9mpVazOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oY1OXxleSv8/s1600-h/rosa_passos_azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293767621137321186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXc9mpVazOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oY1OXxleSv8/s320/rosa_passos_azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Vou aproveitar e vou colocar o link de um disco eu eu adoro e recomendo com todas as minhas forças!! rsrs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rosa Passos dispensa apresentações. Esse disco me chama muito a atenção pois é um disco com destaque para os metais que , pelo o meu ver, é a identidade, é o que traz a personalidade desse disco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lá vai o link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/55245267/rosa_passos_azul.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/55245267/rosa_passos_azul.rar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(parte 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/55245845/rosa_passos_azul2.rar"&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/55245845/rosa_passos_azul2.rar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(parte 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. Desenho de Giz (Abel Silva - João Bosco) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. Samurai (Djavan) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. Aliás (Djavan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;4. Papel Machê (Capinan - João Bosco) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;5. Mancada (Gilberto Gil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;6. Ladeira da Preguiça (Gilberto Gil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;7. Azul (Djavan) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;8. Quando o Amor Acontece (Abel Silva - João Bosco) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;9. Açaí (Djavan) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;10. A Ilha (Djavan) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;11. Mar de Copacabana (Gilberto Gil) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;12. Dois Pra Lá, Dois Pra Cá (João Bosco - Aldir Blanc )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;13. Amor Até o Fim (Gilberto Gil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Divirtam-se! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-8619984927698357822?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/8619984927698357822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/vou-aproveitar-e-vou-colocar-o-link-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/8619984927698357822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/8619984927698357822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/vou-aproveitar-e-vou-colocar-o-link-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXc9mpVazOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oY1OXxleSv8/s72-c/rosa_passos_azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-6908198450819520961</id><published>2009-01-21T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:15:09.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXc7OwfdECI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yc-H234kScc/s1600-h/jason+Vieaux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293765011718344738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXc7OwfdECI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yc-H234kScc/s320/jason+Vieaux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Olá pessoal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Estou postando aqui um link de um disco no qual eu gostei bastante e conheci um compositor bem interessante que eu não conhecia: Jorge Morel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;O nome do violonista é Jason Vieaux, norte-americano. Bem, não vou falar muito, apenas que o que mais me chama atenção nele é a "pegada firme" no violão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Guitar Recital: Jason Vieaux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jose Luis Merlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Suite del recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1 Evocacion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2 Zamba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3 Chacarera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;4 Carnavalito - Evocacion - Joropo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Maximo Diego Pujol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cinco Preludios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;5 No. 2, Preludio Triston &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;6 No. 3, Tristango en Vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;7 No. 5, Candombe en Mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Julian Orbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Preludio y Danza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;8 Preludio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;9 Danza Ian Krouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;10 Variations on a Moldavian Hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Agustin Barrios Mangore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;11 Vals, Op. 8, No. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;12 Julia Florida: Barcarola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;13 Vals, Op. 8, No. 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jorge Morel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;14 Choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;15 Danza Brasileira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;16 Danza in E minor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fernando Bustamante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;17 Misonera (arr. Morel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/35583218/eb01b2b0/Jason_Vieaux_-_Guitar_Recital.html?dirPwdVerified=3f7cd11d"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/35583218/eb01b2b0/Jason_Vieaux_-_Guitar_Recital.html?dirPwdVerified=3f7cd11d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-6908198450819520961?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/6908198450819520961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/ol-pessoal-estou-postando-aqui-um-link.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6908198450819520961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6908198450819520961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/ol-pessoal-estou-postando-aqui-um-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXc7OwfdECI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yc-H234kScc/s72-c/jason+Vieaux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-4190828111927014741</id><published>2009-01-21T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:57:57.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburst</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bem, a primeira vez que vi esse vídeo eu fiquei extasiada com a emoção que esta violonista passava. Violonista que se tornou um grande destaque ainda infante.&lt;br /&gt;Estou falando de Li Jie. Uma violonista chinesa, isso mesmo, chinesa. Destaque para o violão feminino assim como Xuefei Yang, que por sinal foram alunas do mesmo mestre: Chen Zhi, um dos maiores nomes do violão internacional.&lt;br /&gt;Jie foi vencedora da Competição Internacional de Guitarra em Hong Kong no ano de 1998 quando tinha apenas dezessete anos.&lt;br /&gt;A música que ela executa, Sunburst (que eu não consigo a tradução para tal palavra), é uma composição de um violonista norte-americano chamado Andrew York (1958). Essa música, como eu já disse, me deixa extasiada, não só pela violonista que executa, mas por ser uma peça extremamente violonística, e com uma sonoridade singular. A afinação da primeira e da última corda em ré que faz com que as cordas soltas formem um acorde de preparação/suspensão, resultando uma sonoridade incrível.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, curtam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Como eu nunca consigo fazer o Upload do vídeo aqui pois sempre dá erro, então vai o link para o youtube:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=lvmcNaMLYXs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=lvmcNaMLYXs&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-4190828111927014741?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/4190828111927014741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/httpbr.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/4190828111927014741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/4190828111927014741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/httpbr.html' title='Sunburst'/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4174271477371882439.post-6624657284979907849</id><published>2009-01-20T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:47:49.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só pra começar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXZUbvgtBEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFNVfvn1VHE/s1600-h/crepusculo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293511247607432258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXZUbvgtBEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFNVfvn1VHE/s320/crepusculo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só pra começar mesmo. Buscar as coisas no mundo da criação e transportá-las a vocês. Nem sei quem são vocês, mas sei que alguém um dia irá ler as minhas loucuras e compartihar das minhas mil coisas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, colocarei mil coisas, escreverei mil coisas, sobre mil coisas relacionadas à mil coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4174271477371882439-6624657284979907849?l=mariliaso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/feeds/6624657284979907849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-pra-comear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6624657284979907849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4174271477371882439/posts/default/6624657284979907849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariliaso.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-pra-comear.html' title='Só pra começar'/><author><name>Marília Sodré</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06773380155611691089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXaC5Ut-BhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VGCsfFAabQg/S220/eu+-+evento.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bqREccQbcyI/SXZUbvgtBEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFNVfvn1VHE/s72-c/crepusculo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
