No, I want you to listen to this, too

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What’s on your Pandora now?

Caught myself humming along with Compay Segundo his Macusa (…Nadie, Nadie,  Nadie te querrá…), knowing nada in Spanish.
My beloved below-equator classics.
Reading from my Pandora window: Madalena Viva Tribe, Marisa Monte O Bonde de Dorn, Susana Baca La Macorina, Daniel Santos Lagrimas Negras, Maria Bethania Explode Coracao and of course my love, my divine Alcione…
While I [...]

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Tomorrow! I’ll wear it tomorrow, promise!

My dear friend whom I never met in person, spectacular Avrora, suggested I’ll listen to this to cleanse my palate off Russian pop-rock of the 80’s. And how right was she ! (or is it “right she were”? адин хрен) Judge for yourself!

Actually, I did wore purple when I was 20. [...]

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Fleeting joys

Summery weather today (the word “balmy” comes to mind) – 88F, light whiffs of clouds travel above the roof of a beautiful Art Deco Lutheran (or is it Evangelical? always forget to look at the sign) church across my windows. I can hear delightful, properly divided into voices, singing from inside – even though the [...]

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Speaking of anarchism,

in its romantic Italian interpretation:

Found at  LJ-user *tatjaana, to whom – my deep gratitude; her caption reads:
1967 , lyrics by  Belgrado Pedrini , music: canzone popolare “Se tu ti fai monaca”.
One of her commenters provided  Italian text, and then translated it into Russian. Sorry, no English. But O libertà o [...]

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Wrong holiday,

but I can’t wait till Mother’s Day to post this: you gotta hear it!

[via LJ-user Sivilka]

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“Hillaria plots her comeback”

I simply had to steal this.
From the left enter former President Guglielmo Priapo and his termagant wife, Hillaria. Hillaria is furious over her defeat at the hands of L’Obama in the primaries. In a passionate outburst ranging up to a shrill, wobbly high C, she rages that the Prize was within her grasp (“È mio! [...]

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Je ne veux pas travailler

translation :”working fuckin sucks man!”

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Summer appetizer

A concert poster on the adjacent building:
!SMASHING PUMPKINS!
!RED HOT CHILLY PEPPERS!
!MARYLAND CRAB CAKES!
What an indigestible combination, really, just like the meal I ate for lunch in the newly open BBQ place: sweet potato puree in whiskey sauce and a ring of BBQed smoked sausage. If that’s what they call an authentic Texas experience, I’ll [...]

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When opera was the pop-culture of Vienna*

As you know, in April I went on a short vacation in pre-Catskills. It was a much-needed break, even the lack of proper hiking weather during most of my stay was not objectionable: over its 140 years Mohonk House collected a library any country-house should be proud of. Seated comfortably in a deep chair, warmth [...]

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