<?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-6209196478893352931</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:09:40.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bootlegs</title><subtitle type='html'>O termo bootleg tem sua origem na famosa obra da literatura inglesa "As Viagens de Gulliver", escrita em 1726 por Jonathan Swift, onde no mundo "smuggling", os "smugglers" (contrabandistas) escondiam o contrabando dentro de baús, balsas, etc ("boots"), para não serem presos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-286967449923193608</id><published>2011-07-11T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:41:07.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 músicas para fazer chover:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chove Chuva - Jorge Benjor&lt;br /&gt;Crowd Rain Chant/ Soul Sacrifice - Santana&lt;br /&gt;Será Que Vai Chover? - Paralamas do Sucesso&lt;br /&gt;Moby Dick - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;Os Pingo da Chuva - Novos Baianos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-286967449923193608?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/286967449923193608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=286967449923193608' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/286967449923193608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/286967449923193608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2011/07/05-musicas-para-fazer-chover.html' title='05 músicas para fazer chover:'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-1287531919998852717</id><published>2011-06-14T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:38:32.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA LOUCA VIDA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JcOAxzrhzLQ/TfeqXGmiskI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OvVGEgMLSZg/s1600/22930042_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JcOAxzrhzLQ/TfeqXGmiskI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OvVGEgMLSZg/s320/22930042_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618146374053966402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(129, 129, 129);   font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;" &gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:12pt;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;O que o mito do rock Keith Richards revela em livro &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; surpreende até quem conviveu com ele, verdades até hoje não ditas. Imagina para os fãs do Rolling Stones? Em &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Keith Richards conta, de maneira crua e feroz, sua história, vivida de forma intensa no meio do fogo cruzado – desde a primeira infância, quando cresceu num bairro pobre ouvindo obsessivamente os discos de Chuck Berry e Muddy Waters, até o modo como levou a guitarra ao limite absoluto e uniu forças a Mick Jagger para formar os Rolling Stones. Com honestidade rasgada, Keith revela altos e baixos do rock’n’roll, a subida meteórica para a fama, as notórias prisões, as mulheres que teve, o vício em álcool e heroína. A lenda viva reconta como criou os solos envenenados que definiram &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Gimme Shelter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Honky Tonk Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, seu romance com a infame Anita Pallenberg (mãe de três de seus filhos) e a morte trágica de Brian Jones. Da paixão por Patti Hansen a seu relacionamento com Mick Jagger, o leitor segue Keith em uma viagem inacreditável, porque é a jornada de um artista que vive sem temores e sem limites.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-1287531919998852717?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1287531919998852717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=1287531919998852717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/1287531919998852717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/1287531919998852717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-o-mito-do-rock-keith-richards.html' title='VIDA LOUCA VIDA.'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JcOAxzrhzLQ/TfeqXGmiskI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OvVGEgMLSZg/s72-c/22930042_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-7261935487882819612</id><published>2008-04-29T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T03:24:58.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan para sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xO0gSJGJ7Fs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xO0gSJGJ7Fs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-7261935487882819612?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7261935487882819612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=7261935487882819612' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/7261935487882819612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/7261935487882819612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/04/dylan-para-sempre_29.html' title='Dylan para sempre.'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-4509667928579732796</id><published>2008-04-22T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:03:53.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 músicas prá fazer sexo:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glory Box - Portishead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love You - Cat Power &amp;amp; Karen Elson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it a Crime - Sade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slow Down - Morcheeba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling Good - Nina Simone &amp;amp; Thievery Corporation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-4509667928579732796?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4509667928579732796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=4509667928579732796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/4509667928579732796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/4509667928579732796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/04/05-msicas-pr-fazer-sexo.html' title='05 músicas prá fazer sexo:'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-4397197434236715589</id><published>2008-04-21T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:51:45.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRA ATRÁS DO SEU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/SAy7PwAGdGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jWJHmR3S7fU/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191730349709096034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/SAy7PwAGdGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jWJHmR3S7fU/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em "1001 Discos Para Ouvir Antes de Morrer", 90 jornalistas e críticos de música internacionalmente reconhecidos apresentam uma rica seleção dos álbuns mais inesquecíveis de todos os tempos. Abrangendo desde as origens do rock 'n' roll nos anos 50 aos mais recentes sucessos, este livro vai guiar você pelas mais diferentes tendências sonoras e mostrar o poder da música de representar as aspirações e os sentimentos de toda uma geração. Embora grande parte do livro seja dedicada ao rock e ao pop, há também dezenas de boas indicações de jazz, blues, punk, heavy metal, disco, soul, hip- hop, música experimental, world music, dance e muitos outros estilos. Cada álbum citado é contextualizado historicamente e os comentários sobre as músicas são acompanhados de curiosidades sobre as gravações, os bastidores ou a vida dos artistas. Verdadeira bíblia da música pop, "1001 Discos para Ouvir Antes de Morrer" é ilustrado com mais de 900 imagens de álbuns, cantores e bandas. Você vai encontrar alguns de seus artistas preferidos e descobrir muitos outros que merecem ser conhecidos.&lt;/strong&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/6209196478893352931-4397197434236715589?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4397197434236715589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=4397197434236715589' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/4397197434236715589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/4397197434236715589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/04/em-1001-discos-para-ouvir-antes-de.html' title='CORRA ATRÁS DO SEU.'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/SAy7PwAGdGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jWJHmR3S7fU/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-3195899405915276362</id><published>2008-03-27T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:07:22.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 músicas prá dar risada:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daddy Cool - Boney M&lt;br /&gt;Bigorrilho - Jorge Veiga&lt;br /&gt;I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred&lt;br /&gt;Babalú - Angela Maria&lt;br /&gt;Teach Me Tiger - April Stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-3195899405915276362?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3195899405915276362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=3195899405915276362' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/3195899405915276362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/3195899405915276362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/05-msicas-pr-dar-risada.html' title='05 músicas prá dar risada:'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-895088117146078317</id><published>2008-03-22T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T08:11:45.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Plant &amp; Jimmy Page "arrebentando".</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_hxCJYbUXo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_hxCJYbUXo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-895088117146078317?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/895088117146078317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=895088117146078317' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/895088117146078317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/895088117146078317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/robert-plant-jimmy-page-na-tora.html' title='Robert Plant &amp; Jimmy Page &quot;arrebentando&quot;.'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-6775143646716364009</id><published>2008-03-20T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:23:07.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toquei na noite entre 73 e 84 &lt;em&gt;black music&lt;/em&gt; e depois &lt;em&gt;disco music&lt;/em&gt;, mas, Beatles, Stones, Led Zeppelin, Doors e Novos Baianos foram as minhas grandes influências musicais. Me lembro da primeira vez que ouvi "Whole Lotta Love" do Led e "cai sentado no sofá" completamente desorientado. Já os Novos Baianos despertaram a minha paixão pela música brasileira ao fundirem &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt; com o bom e velho samba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre tive vontade de elaborar um set list, evidentemente para a pista de dança, do melhor do &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt; – os clássicos do &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt; e seus subestilos (rock'n'roll, trovadores, hard rock, heavy metal, progressivo, eletrônico, punk, pós-punk, new wave, contemporâneo e é claro, o BR &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt;). Uma bússola, um guia entre muitos possíveis, com alguns critérios, principalmente os pessoais, o que ficou na minha memória musical. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu e o Dj JVC, que sabe muito de&lt;em&gt; rock&lt;/em&gt; prá pista de dança, nos propusemos então a criar uma lista perfeita para uma noite perfeita de &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt;. Pesquisamos durante meses nos sites da Rolling Stones, Melody Maker, Billboard e DJ Zone e fechamos o set em 300 músicas. Pérolas do &lt;em&gt;rock &lt;/em&gt;dançante, de Elvis a Vines, passando até pelo Underworld, aclamado trio eletrônico inglês, mas com atitude &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Rock&lt;/em&gt; sempre foi além da música, atitude. Aliás, esse conceito nos ajudou a dissipar algumas dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, deverá ser uma meia-maratona de &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt;, afinal 300 &lt;em&gt;hits&lt;/em&gt; são quase 20 horas de músicas&lt;em&gt;, q&lt;/em&gt;ue pretendemos tocar de forma aleatória, sem cronologia ou parentescos. Acredito que o fator surpresa, o inusitado, será o grande aliado desta festa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas listagens de classic &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt; encontradas, o U2 e o Nirvana foram os grupos mais novos citados e isso limitou a nossa seleção. Por isso decidimos apostar na nossa intuição e então bandas mais atuais como Strokes, White Stripes, Fratellis e Franz Ferdinand foram incluidas para não envelhecer o repertório.&lt;br /&gt;O JVC foi fundamental na elaboração do set list na medida em que eu havia "cochilado" no final dos anos 90 e ele chegou com tudo o que rola na cena &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt; atual, incluindo os indies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando acontecerá a festa? Toda vez que você leitor (a), chamar os amigos, afastar as cadeiras da sala e nos convidar para tocar. One, two, three, four...&lt;/strong&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/6209196478893352931-6775143646716364009?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6775143646716364009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=6775143646716364009' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/6775143646716364009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/6775143646716364009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-2-3-4.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4...'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-5183956663944419234</id><published>2008-03-19T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:22:18.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 músicas para ganhar dinheiro:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Money - Pink Floyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mim Quer Tocar - Ultraje a Rigor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the Love of Money - O'Jays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Money for Nothing - Dire Straits &amp;amp; Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prá Que Dinheiro - Martinho da Vila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-5183956663944419234?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5183956663944419234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=5183956663944419234' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/5183956663944419234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/5183956663944419234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/05-msicas-para-ganhar-dinheiro.html' title='05 músicas para ganhar dinheiro:'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-6084179153387173203</id><published>2008-03-18T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:13:44.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portishead: Bom prá namorar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/imrfo-uRjcE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/imrfo-uRjcE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-6084179153387173203?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6084179153387173203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=6084179153387173203' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/6084179153387173203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/6084179153387173203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/portishead-alucinando.html' title='Portishead: Bom prá namorar.'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-2596448267577619538</id><published>2008-03-16T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:20:09.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 músicas para ouvir no trabalho:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sossêgo - Tim Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vamos Dançar - Ed Motta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Homenagem ao Malandro - Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bebete Vambora - Jorge Benjor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Zóio de Lula - Charlie Brown Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-2596448267577619538?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2596448267577619538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=2596448267577619538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/2596448267577619538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/2596448267577619538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/05-msicas-para-ouvir-no-trabalho.html' title='05 músicas para ouvir no trabalho:'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-2492710045922450586</id><published>2008-03-14T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:18:44.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo Amor Que Houver Nessa Vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGh0FLLqy48&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGh0FLLqy48&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-2492710045922450586?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2492710045922450586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=2492710045922450586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/2492710045922450586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/2492710045922450586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/todo-amor-que-houver-nessa-vida.html' title='Todo Amor Que Houver Nessa Vida.'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-7877186104206209900</id><published>2008-03-13T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:03:51.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM DIA DE BARÃO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tinha recebido um convite para realizar um show de rock, em Brasília, num domingo à tarde, no ensolarado mês de agosto de 83. Perfeito. O local, eu já tinha em mente: o Drive In, um espaço no centro da cidade e de fácil acesso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia da reunião com o promotor do evento, ouvi por acaso, saindo do forno, a primeira bolacha do Barão. Evidente que "Todo Amor Que Houver Nessa Vida" e "Down em Mim" influenciaram na minha escolha: Barão Vermelho!!! Achei genial uma banda de rock se chamar Barão Vermelho. Até então, BV era apenas o aviador alemão da Primeira Guerra Mundial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucinha Araújo no livro "Cazuza - Só as mães são felizes" acerta ao dizer que o show de Brasilia foi uma consagração mas foi imprecisa ao afirmar que o Barão se apresentou num evento de motocross. Não tinha nenhuma moto dentro do Drive In. Não que eu me lembre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seiscentos pagantes e seiscentos "pulantes". Esse foi o público do Barão naquele dia. Muro baixo, uma garotada com pouca grana, muita disposição para pular e quase nenhum policiamento. O resultado foi o empate no investimento. Valeu pela estréia da banda no DF e pela celebração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guto Goffi, Dé, Maurício, Frejat e Cazuza fizeram um show afiado. Vigoroso. A platéia foi ao delírio. Naquele momento o Barão estava sendo saudado como um sopro de vida inteligente dentro do rock brasileiro e Cazuza como o novo poeta de sua geração.&lt;/strong&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/6209196478893352931-7877186104206209900?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7877186104206209900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=7877186104206209900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/7877186104206209900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/7877186104206209900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-dia-de-baro.html' title='UM DIA DE BARÃO.'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-5852944474225786466</id><published>2008-03-12T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:02:54.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 músicas para arrastar corrente:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atrás da Porta - Elis Regina&lt;br /&gt;Ne Me Quite Pas - Nina Simone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me - The Smiths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've Changed - Billie Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-5852944474225786466?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5852944474225786466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=5852944474225786466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/5852944474225786466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/5852944474225786466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/05-msicas-pr-arrastar-corrente-ne-me.html' title='05 músicas para arrastar corrente:'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-4931687211743070760</id><published>2008-03-11T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:00:58.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley - I Shot The Sheriff (LIVE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XAixXMbyOBc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XAixXMbyOBc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-4931687211743070760?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4931687211743070760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=4931687211743070760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/4931687211743070760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/4931687211743070760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/bob-marley-i-shot-sheriff-live.html' title='Bob Marley - I Shot The Sheriff (LIVE)'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-4774186349578647128</id><published>2008-03-09T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:45:56.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOB NO MORRO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiquei sabendo de Bob Marley em 1976 pelo amigo Júnior Pilomia. Ele estava voltando de Londres trazendo na bagagem o seu recém-lançado LP, "Rastaman Vibration", que logo atingiria o topo das paradas americanas e inglesas. Era o quinto vinil do Bob. Dois anos antes, Eric Clapton tinha sacado que o reggae era a grande novidade no mundo da música pop e apostou. Gravou "I Shot The Sheriff"(alcançando o primeiro lugar na lista dos singles mais vendidos nos Estados Unidos) e colocou Bob Marley &amp;amp; The Waylers definitivamente na mídia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tocava no 707, um bar pequeno e sempre "bombado" que ficava no Gilberto, o point de Brasília na década de 70. "Positive Vibration" e "Roots, Rock, Reggae" não saiam das pick-ups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quatro anos depois encontrei Bob Marley no Morro da Urca, Rio de Janeiro. Era a festa da chegada da multinacional Ariola no Brasil. Ele era artista exclusivo da Island, um selo representado pela multi no Brasil e a estrela principal do evento, lotado de celebridades do showbizz e de artistas contratados a peso de ouro pela gravadora: Chico Buarque, Milton Nascimento, Alceu Valença, Toquinho e Vinícius, MPB 4, dentre outros. Eu, um dos representantes regionais da Ariola no Brasil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festa boa!!! Duas mil pessoas "enlouquecendo", por todos os cantos e na pista de dança, ao som de "Could You Be Loved". Uma enorme "boca livre", regada a uisque 12 e champanhe até o sol raiar. Uma multidão de gente bonita e muito doida. Me lembro até de um anjo, de fralda de cetim e enormes asas brancas circulando pelo local. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é..., nessa noite fui apresentado a Bob Marley e o saudei com um breve aperto de mão. A Lenda estava ali, na minha frente, em carne e osso.&lt;/strong&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/6209196478893352931-4774186349578647128?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4774186349578647128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=4774186349578647128' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/4774186349578647128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/4774186349578647128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/bob-no-morro_05.html' title='BOB NO MORRO.'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-121744654139400979</id><published>2008-03-08T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:42:32.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O cometa Cássia Eller : raro talento!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R8tcOjVCVrI/AAAAAAAAABI/XfVgMubzL-Q/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R8tcOjVCVrI/AAAAAAAAABI/XfVgMubzL-Q/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;Pocket show SP - 1994&lt;br /&gt;&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/6209196478893352931-121744654139400979?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/121744654139400979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=121744654139400979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/121744654139400979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/121744654139400979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/cssia-talento.html' title='O cometa Cássia Eller : raro talento!'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R8tcOjVCVrI/AAAAAAAAABI/XfVgMubzL-Q/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-6687756826523337737</id><published>2008-03-08T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:44:27.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 músicas para dançar na pista:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You Get Me Hot - Jimmy Bo Horne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Papa Was a Rolling Stone - The Temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Big Stuf - Jean Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Doing It To Death - Fred Wesley &amp;amp; The JB's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Wish - Stevie Wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-6687756826523337737?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6687756826523337737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=6687756826523337737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/6687756826523337737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/6687756826523337737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/05-msicas-pr-danar-na-pista.html' title='05 músicas para dançar na pista:'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-1961992316215469109</id><published>2008-03-05T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:33:10.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raul Seixas no Chacrinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/maAGJqgDxGY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/maAGJqgDxGY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-1961992316215469109?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1961992316215469109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=1961992316215469109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/1961992316215469109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/1961992316215469109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/raul-seixas-no-chacrinha.html' title='Raul Seixas no Chacrinha'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-1391141916835200639</id><published>2008-03-05T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:35:09.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TÁ REBOCADO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julho de 1981. Fomos à casa de Raul Seixas para assinar o contrato da sua participação no Rock Cerrado, um mega-concerto que aconteceria dias depois em Brasília. O endereço ficava na Rua Rubi, em Osasco, São Paulo. Kika, a mulher dele, nos recebeu na porta e mal entramos, demos de cara com o Maluco Beleza. Eu estava acompanhado da Martinha, o “Queijinho de Minas” da Jovem Guarda. Foi um encontro emocionado. Fazia anos que não se viam. Desde os tempos do Raulzito e seus Panteras. Então o que era para ser uma reunião de negócios virou uma festa de confraternização, com muita vodka e boa música. Naquela noite, ele me falou da sua paixão por rockabilly; de Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly, Carl Perkins, Jerry Lee Lewis; e das suas peregrinações pelos sebos de discos de Nova York em busca dos LPs fora de catálogos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 23 de julho, Raul fez o show de encerramento do Rock Cerrado. Atacou de “Let Me Sing”, “Al Capone” e “Tutti Frutti”. Memorável, com direito a discurso político, em plena ditadura militar. No embalo das Diretas Já, virou “candidato” à presidência da república com a aprovação de uma platéia de 20 mil pessoas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje me lembro da expressão que repetiu depois de cada história que contou, na noite em que “tomamos todas”: - Tá rebocado...(que significa : juro por Deus, no melhor estilo “baianês”).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-1391141916835200639?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1391141916835200639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=1391141916835200639' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/1391141916835200639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/1391141916835200639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/02/t-rebocado.html' title='TÁ REBOCADO!'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-1878331706313998342</id><published>2008-03-03T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:37:34.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05 músicas para levar prá ilha deserta:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Little Birds - Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;Now That We've Found Love - Third World&lt;br /&gt;Message In a Bottle - The Police&lt;br /&gt;Paradeiro - Arnaldo Antunes &amp;amp; Marisa Monte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Worry, Be Happy - Bob McFerrin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-1878331706313998342?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1878331706313998342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=1878331706313998342' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/1878331706313998342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/1878331706313998342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/05-msicas-pr-levar-pr-ilha-deserta-i.html' title='05 músicas para levar prá ilha deserta:'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-4170237204824221366</id><published>2008-03-01T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:36:27.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alceu e Ave Sangria - Vou Danado Prá Catende</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rnc84s-i3ew&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rnc84s-i3ew&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6209196478893352931-4170237204824221366?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4170237204824221366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=4170237204824221366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/4170237204824221366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/4170237204824221366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/03/alceu-ave-sangria-vou-danado-pr-catende.html' title='Alceu e Ave Sangria - Vou Danado Prá Catende'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6209196478893352931.post-6087768973844108228</id><published>2008-02-29T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:10:55.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALEU ALCEU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conheci Alceu Valença em 1977. Voltava da UNB para almoçar em casa e  no caminho ficava o SESC da 913 Sul. E era de lá que vinha o som alto que, nesse dia, me chamou a atenção e me fez parar o carro e espiar. Havia um auditório com capacidade para 75 pessoas sentadas e um pequeno palco. E Alceu estava lá, acompanhado do guitarrista Ivson Wanderley - o Ivinho - fazendo a passagem de som do seu primeiro show em Brasília. Cabeleiras beirando a cintura, jeans e camisetas surradas, chapéus de couro e botas de cano alto; pareciam cangaceiros do rock'n'roll. Me sentei na última fila de cadeiras naquela sala vazia e fiquei ali, ouvindo maravilhado aqueles dois "malucos" tocando uma música diferente dos padrões da MPB da época. Fusão da melhor qualidade. Maracatu com rock. Luiz Gonzaga e Jethro Tull. Foi a primeira vez que ouvi "Papagaio do Futuro" e "Sol e Chuva", dois clássicos do BRock. Resultado: me juntei a eles, fazendo às vezes de operador de áudio, assessor de imprensa e motorista. Naqueles dias, mais dois pratos foram colocados à mesa do almoço na casa de meu pai. Na semana seguinte fizemos, a bordo de um "fuscão preto", o circuito universitário de Goiânia. Dias inesquecíveis. Valeu Alceu!!! &lt;/strong&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/6209196478893352931-6087768973844108228?l=didibarbosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6087768973844108228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6209196478893352931&amp;postID=6087768973844108228' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/6087768973844108228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6209196478893352931/posts/default/6087768973844108228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://didibarbosa.blogspot.com/2008/02/valeu-alceu.html' title='VALEU ALCEU!!!'/><author><name>Didi Barbosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929972446244073237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GkuyxeVZBR4/R9hQlzJQF4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dOVfGOYSmAI/S220/fotos276.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
