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Great song from Ms Crow. Gotta love it, ever'body off they feet. Gotta love the air bolsa, tam bien.
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posted by murat11 at 11:04 AM
Saturday, August 23, 2008
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10 Comments:
I like Sheryl, particularly her first album. What do you mean by air bolsa, Paschal?
DM: At one point in the vid, she is "playing" her purse (bolsa, si?) like a guitar. "Playing" a guitar when there is no guitar, a pastime of millions of male guitarist wannabes, is known as air guitar. I figure that air bolsa must be a variant of air guitar.
Apropos of nothing airy, you must have heard of Rosa Passos. I just discovered her "Garota de Ipanema"; it rocks. Just got back from the library with the Duffy CD and Rosa's Amorosa CD. Lhasa and Ismael are on the way.
oh that, lol! Yes, I get it.
I think Rosa Passos was here recently, but I don't remember her version in particular.
I'm really excited that my playlist got you into a new musical adventure :)
It did indeed, DM. These adventures are often my form of travel, and Brazilian/Portuguese music goes way back in my musical DNA. I've loved it since I was a kid. Of all the languages that I have heard, I've always considered Portuguese the most beautiful language.
aww :)
Usually the brazilian accent makes it more beautiful, it sounds a lot more open and relaxed than our portuguese.
DM: I will listen for the difference in the future. You're probably being modest...
Finally! I was able to watch and listen to this one Paschal. She is pretty good. Don't know why I avoid her so much...something about her name brings up memories of a movie, a helicopter crash and someone dying. Not her obviously but the memory sticks. Wish I understood that.
The opening lines where she talks about some guy who is into all kinds of intellectual stuff makes me think of a new/old friend I'm back in touch with. He's into all kinds of spiritual stuff from eastern religions and other types of thoughts.
Everyday is a winding road - Echoes of a labyrinth? The lyrics are true to life I think. Don't we all want to get closer to happiness? I wonder what that is for her?
Peace!
Lee: Your associations to Sheryl Crow have the makings of an excellent poem or short story. I'm not a big fan, but I've loved this song since the first time I heard its opening guitar licks...From a completely different direction, she sang a great version of the old Bacharach/David chestnut "One Less Bell to Answer." It's YouTube-able.
Labyrinth indeed.
Ms. Crow flies! And as the Crow flies, it's a windy way.
San: She do, she do. Swangin' on the swang.
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