Saturday, December 16, 2006

Au Suivant III

Au suivant II

Au Suivant

Paroles et Musique: Jacques Brel 1964

Tout nu dans ma serviette qui me servait de pagne
J'avais le rouge au front et le savon à la main
Au suivant au suivant
J'avais juste vingt ans et nous étions cent vingt
A être le suivant de celui qu'on suivait
Au suivant au suivant
J'avais juste vingt ans et je me déniaisais
Au bordel ambulant d'une armée en campagne
Au suivant au suivant

Moi j'aurais bien aimé un peu plus de tendresse
Ou alors un sourire ou bien avoir le temps
Mais au suivant au suivant
Ce ne fut pas Waterloo mais ce ne fut pas Arcole
Ce fut l'heure où l'on regrette d'avoir manqué l'école
Au suivant au suivant
Mais je jure que d'entendre cet adjudant de mes fesses
C'est des coups à vous faire des armées d'impuissants
Au suivant au suivant

Je jure sur la tête de ma première vérole
Que cette voix depuis je l'entends tout le temps
Au suivant au suivant
Cette voix qui sentait l'ail et le mauvais alcool
C'est la voix des nations et c'est la voix du sang
Au suivant au suivant
Et depuis chaque femme à l'heure de succomber
Entre mes bras trop maigres semble me murmurer
Au suivant au suivant

Tous les suivants du monde devraient se donner la main
Voilà ce que la nuit je crie dans mon délire
Au suivant au suivant
Et quand je ne délire pas j'en arrive à me dire
Qu'il est plus humiliant d'être suivi que suivant
Au suivant au suivant
Un jour je me ferai cul-de-jatte ou bonne sœur ou pendu
Enfin un de ces machins où je ne serai jamais plus
Le suivant le suivant


Naked as sin, an army towel
Covering my belly
Some of us blush, somehow
Knees turning to jelly
Next, next
I was still just a kid
There were a hundred like me
I followed a naked body
A naked body followed me
next, next
I was still just a kid
When my innocence was lost
In a mobile army whorehouse
Gift for the army, free of cost
Next, next
Me, I really would have liked
A little touch of tenderness
Maybe a word, a smile
An hour of happiness
But, next, next
Oh, it wasn't so tragic
The high heavens did not fall
But how much of that time
I hated being there at all
Next, next
Now I always will recall
The brothel truck, the flying flags
The queer lieutenant who slapped
Our asses as if we were fags
Next, next
I swear on the wet head
Of my first case of gonorrhea
It is his ugly voice
That I forever hear
Next, next
That voice that stinks of whiskey
Of corpses and of mud
It is the voice of nations
It is the thick voice of blood
Next, next
And since the each woman
I have taken to bed
Seems to laugh in my arms
To whisper through my head
Next, next
All the naked and the dead
Should hold each other's hands
As they watch me scream at night
In a dream no one understands
Next, next
And when I am not screaming
In a voice grown dry and hollow
I stand on endless naked lines
Of the following and the followed
Next, next
One day I'll cut my legs off
Or burn myself alive
Anything, I'll do anything
To get out of line to survive
Not ever to be next
Not ever to be next.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006


Another year has past for Munch, for the Poldhu experiment and for me...

Friday, October 13, 2006

Boston Journeys

Follow "take a look" for electroacoustic works by Eduardo Coutinho

Monday, September 25, 2006

Monday, August 21, 2006

_next LF session is Monday the 21st of August (Today)

LUSCO-FUSCO session : : : : : 21/08/2006 - 20h GMT ( TODAY )
Mayflower Steps, Barbican, Plymouth, UK

Lusco-Fusco team

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Lusco-Fusco session @Supercollider Symposium

In a tribute to Paul Dirac, the participants of the Supercollider symposium in Birmingham engaged in a 5/7 min computer music performance where only the SC Impulse function and variations would be used to generate the sound.


Friday, August 04, 2006

A inglaterra é tão colorida

A inglaterra é verde, azul, laranja, vermelho, amarelo e alguns tons de cinzento, e quase ninguém dá por isso.

Little Sound, em "Sons de Álvaro de Campos"

Friday, July 07, 2006

_next LF

LUSCO-FUSCO session : : : : : 07/07/2006 - 19h00 GMT ( TODAY)
Plymouth, UK (Hoe - Light House)

Lusco-Fusco team

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

_subscribing the LF newsletter

email simply with the header


Wednesday, June 21, 2006

_next LF

Asynchronous LUSCO-FUSCO session : : : : : 21/06/2006 - Worldwide

Plymouth, UK - 21h31 - Fishing ramp in front of the Waterfront
Birmingham, UK - 21h34
Edinburgh, UK - 22h02
Coimbra, Portugal - 21h07 - South bank of the Mondego, between Sta Clara bridge and the rowing club
Vienna, Austria - 20h57
Paris, France - 21h57
Mayenne, France - 22h10
Los Angeles, US - 20h07

Celebrating the summer solstice at the northern hemisphere... during twilight.

Lusco-Fusco team

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

_next LUSCO-FUSCO session

LUSCO-FUSCO session : : : : : 13/06/2006 - 20h55 GMT ( TODAY )
Plymouth, UK ( Barbican - Between Southside St. and Quay road )

Lusco Football
To dance five minutes of football on the street, with music, before the referee
blows the whistle for the second half of the World Cup game Brazil-Croatia

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

_next _session

LUSCO-FUSCO session : : : : : 30/05/2006 - 13h45 GMT ( TODAY )
Plymouth, UK (Outside Student's Union shop @ University of Plymouth)

Lusco-Fusco team

Lusco-Fusco rebound 1

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Friday, May 26, 2006


The Lusco-Fusco team is proud to present…


Lusco-Fusco is an expression referring to the fantastic light observed during 5 to 7 minutes near the sunset time.

The Lusco-Fusco parties (or Loosk Faske, according to the free English translation provided by the original creators of the concept) are going to happen on a regular basis at the University of Plymouth or in its vicinity. At a more or less unexpected time in a more or less unexpected place a group of people gather to have a very intense 5/7 minutes party during a short break from studies.

Bring your portable radio, with or without headphones, perhaps sunglasses, and come to the first experimental outdoors session between Smeaton Building and Link Building (near the cash points). If you can’t bring your own radio don’t worry, we have some to lend to people.

VENUE: Between Smeaton Building and Link Building (next to the cash points)
DATE: 26/05/2006 (today)
TIME : 1.45 pm (13h45)

Be sure to synchronise your watch to the Greenwich Time zone and don’t be late…
… or you will miss it.

The Lusco-Fusco team
(Picture: Lusco-Fusco in Greenland

P.S. – Bring some small AAA batteries for the radios if you can

Monday, May 22, 2006

Eu e vocês

Eu estava a ouvir a lastfm e apareceu um Concerto Grosso do Alfred Schnittke e eu achei espectacular. Eu pensei cá comigo: eu devo encontrar algo sobre ele na net... e eis se nao quando, na minha frente estava este site que eu vi com estes olhos que a terra há-de comer.

O meu dedo clicou que se fartou, e fiquei todo divertido... eu portanto.



PS - Acho que vocês também vão gostar. Que é que vocês acham?

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Surfing the web

O novo site dos Verdes Anos esta online.

Agradecem-se todos os comentários.

Monday, May 15, 2006

The Box

Last Thursday I got the privilege to watch the two films at the arts centre from the projection room, or the projection box.

Adam is 21 and has been a projectionist for 4 years while he is studying environmental science. He says that he must have seen more than 400 movies; some were even quite rare as he was working at an arts cinema in the place he was born.

The heat and the noise from the two CINEMECCANICA machines didn’t make it really comfortable to watch the movie, but it is a rather magical place. The amount of gadgets and small reels of film with trailers and advertisements that are stored on the shelves bears the atmosphere of a workshop where the projectionist gives the final polish to the piece of art. I laughed just by seeing the commercials from Orange mobile phone in the size and colours of slides.

Being a projectionist is a lonely job, no wonder that Adam talked almost non stop about every little step and functionality that he operated during the screening. You don’t get contact with the public apart from some hand waves at the beginning or at the end of the film, but on an old cinema like the Arts Centre there are a lot of things to do besides keeping track to the automation and memorising the lines of the characters in the movies. The film comes in reels of 20 minutes long and it has to be spliced onto two big reels that will be installed in each of the machines. The comercials, trailers, and each of the pieces of the film, have to be so perfectly spliced to the point of creating a perfect ring when bent. In the meanwhile, Adam explains what to do when changing from Large Screen to Cinemascope, changing the lens and adjusting the frame to fine cut the edges of the film, and shows the tiny sinusiodal lines of the soundtrack on the 35mm film.

I guess the great fun comes when, after the film is set and runing for half way though, one of the big reels finishes and the other has to start running. There is a small black circle that appears for less that half a second at the top right corner of the screen, and five seconds later another comes that gives the signal for the projectionist to switch machines. It is great! You focus your eyes without blinking on the screen, and although the characters keep doing their lives on the stage, you only want to know about the one important corner. Then, Adam makes a swift move and you can the machines doing a lot of noise and until the first reel of film finishes leading the loose end of the film to wave in the air for a couple of seconds. Now it is time to take the reel off and rewind it all way to the beginning, all done by hand!

I saw two films in there. The first, "The Ballad of Jack and Rose", was nice for the photography but the second one was absolutely amazing. “Shooting dogs” is an extremely sad and true story about the genocide in Ruanda. Although I felt quite detached from the experience of watching the movie, as I seemed to be watching the movie of the movie, I could perfectly imagine the shock it would have been to see it from inside the cinema room instead.

Once in a while Adam talks with a lot of respect about Bob, the senior projectionist, who has done that job for more than fifty years. Basically, he takes that responsibility like he was caring for someone very dear to him. His favourite film is “Cine Paradiso” which is probably my favourite film as well. Someone else tells me - “Bob is 70 but he looks like 50, alcohol and the movies have kept him preserved”. I give a big laugh and hope you all keep going. For us it is just a fantastic experience.

Sunday, May 07, 2006


Hoje é dia da mãe... em Portugal. No Reino Unido e em alguns países africanos foi no dia 26 de Março. Na Alemanha, EUA e na maior parte do mundo será no segundo Domingo de Maio.

Às minhas, que estão longe, mas sempre mães...

Quando eu nasci,
ficou tudo como estava,
Nem homens cortaram veias,
nem o Sol escureceu,
nem houve Estrelas a mais...
Somente, esquecida das dores,
a minha Mãe sorriu e agradeceu.

Quando eu nasci,
não houve nada de novo
senão eu.

As nuvens não se espantaram,
não enlouqueceu ninguém...

P'ra que o dia fosse enorme,
bastava toda a ternura que olhava
nos olhos de minha Mãe...

- este é emprestado do José Régio porque "a poesia não pertence aos que a escrevem mas aos que dela precisam" - e este por sua vez é emprestado do filme "il Postino"

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Pouca terra

No meu coração há um poço de petróleo em chamas
que não se extingue...

que ruge e levanta a ventania.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Carnations revolution - 1974

Last night we composed a version of Grandola for voice and Gameboy.

(with a little help from Wikipedia)

And my brother played with his band at the celebrations in Coimbra... see if you can recognize him from the crowd?



Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Soneto da Separação

De repente do riso fez-se o pranto
Silêncioso e branco como a bruma
E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma
E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto

De repente da calma fez-se o vento
Que dos olhos desfez a última chama
E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento
E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama

De repente, não mais que de repente
Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante
E de sozinho o que se fez contente

Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante
Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante
De repente, não mais que de repente.

Vinicius de Moraes

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Lost in Translation

In the times of cold war there was a big effort to build a system that could translate automatically from English to Russian and the other way around. When they did the early tests there was a sentence become famous after passing by the two translators.

The Mind is Willing but the flesh is weak.
The head is ok, but the steak is pretty bad.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Aos 2 minutos da segunda parte

Bem Público, com uma jogada linda de cabeça, empurra o esférico para o fundo das malhas do Neoliberalismo

Friday, February 10, 2006

Deixa arder sem ofender

Se nas Filipinas queimam bandeiras da Dinamarca, qual é a preocupação desse pessoal com atitudes ofensivas? Se isso os descansa, deixa arder. Digam lá se não dava um bom cartoon... "Um grupo de manifestantes a fazer algo realmente ofensivo, cada um a desenhar o seu cartoon"

Monday, January 23, 2006

Emigrar para onde?

Hoje parece que muita gente pensa em emigração [1] [2]. Mas para onde?

França, depois das declarações de Chirac sobre o Irão? Espanha, de onde emigraram os republicanos? Inglaterra, e aturar a inexistência da esquerda?

Se querem que vos diga, acho que os portugueses, tirando um emigrado (eu) que não consegui votar e a direcção do ps que também não votou, se portaram bem nesta eleição. Segundo os media, parecia que Cavaco seria presidente mesmo sem o incómodo das eleições... e quase que não foi. A todos os que acreditaram até à última, o meu maior abraço...

Amanhã haverá mais... é só uma questão de sermos melhores do que eles.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Soneto da Fidelidade

Escutei as palavras de Vinicius durante "Eu sei que vou-te amar"

"De tudo, meu amor serei atento
Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto
Que mesmo em face do maior encanto
Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.
Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento
E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto
E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto
Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento.
E assim, quando mais tarde me procure
Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive
Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama
Eu possa me dizer do amor ( que tive ) :
Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama
Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure."

Vinicius de Moraes