1986-2011 - 25 anos de Peste & Sida
Brevemente, nas livrarias, a história de uma das bandas mais emblemáticas do punk rock em Portugal.
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How is it to live in your Portugal?
-We like to live here. Nice weather, nice food, nice people… we don´t have extreme problems like some countries (racial tension, religion fanatics, terrorism, etc). We have our problems but we have to live with that…
01. Born To Lose
02. I Know How To Die
03. Get Back In Line
04. Devils In My Head
05. Rock 'N' Roll Music
06. Waiting For The Snake
07. Brotherhood Of Man
08. Outlaw
09. I Know What You Need
10. Bye Bye Bitch Bye Bye
A vocalista da banda punk The Slits faleceu ontem, 20 de Outubro.
Ari Up tinha 48 anos, a notícia foi confirmada por Johnny Rotten dos Sex Pistols (que é casado com Nora Forster, a mãe de Ari).
Arianna Forster «foi vítima de uma doença séria», segundo Rotten.
The Slits formaram-se em 1976, quando Ari tinha 14 anos e estava bastante influenciada pelo punk e pelo reggae.
Lançaram dois álbuns, “Cut” (1979) e “Return Of The Giant Slits” (1981), regressaram ao activo recentemente, embora ao longo dos anos nunca tenham deixado de tocar completamente, com apresentações esporádicas.
THE HAPPY MISANTHROPE by Wendy James 09/17/10
It's a hellava thing to wake up in New York City, in an instant, around 7am, open my eyes in the direction of the window where the curtains are drawn and the glass pulled as high as it will go to let in the fresh air through the night and see a perfect azure blue sky on top and sunlight pouring down onto the buildings opposite.
The green leafy trees of my street gently blowing in the summer breeze and just the sound of the garbage men making their first route down the street picking up the large piles of trash bags collected neatly outside each apartment block by the superintendents of each apartment block, separated into recycling colors for glass, paper products and other.
Stretch out so my legs hang over the edge of the bed and look over the side of the bed for the TV remote, turn on the television and see what the political pundits are debating this morning.
Pull on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, a pair of flats, splash some water over my face, grab my keys and my wallet and head down to the street. Walk to the corner, take a left to my deli. The people in there serving are just handing off the night shift into the day shift. They know me, I've been doing this routine for 9 years now.