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terça-feira, 24 de junho de 2025

terça-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2024

quinta-feira, 29 de junho de 2023

sexta-feira, 26 de maio de 2023

quinta-feira, 25 de maio de 2023

Tina


 (1939 - 2023)

segunda-feira, 15 de maio de 2023

cultura racional


(a Jazz Messengers manda funk)
 

terça-feira, 9 de maio de 2023

quinta-feira, 25 de março de 2021

segunda-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2021

quinta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2020

quarta-feira, 3 de junho de 2020

segunda-feira, 6 de abril de 2020

segunda-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2020

Eunice Kathleen Waymon


«It had never occured to me to wonder how many black students there were studying at the Curtis Institute: it was a question I should have asked. The story that Carrol heard through my uncle and his friends, black and white, was that the Institute wanted to enrol black students, but if blacks were going to be admitted then they were not going to accept an unknown black, that if they were to accept an unknown black then it was not going to be an unknown black girl, and if they were going to admit an unknown black girl it wasn't going to be a very poor unknown black girl. People who knew - I was told - white people who knew, said the reason I was turned down was because I was black.
The wonderful thing about this type of discrimination is that you can never know for sure if it is true, because no one is going to turn around and admit to being a racist. They just say no, you got turned down because you weren't good enough and you'll never know. So you feel the shame, humiliation and anger at being another victim of prejudice and at the same time there's the nagging worry that maybe it isn't that at all, maybe it's because you're just no good. (…) One thing was for sure: I was finished with music.»

quarta-feira, 10 de julho de 2019

Reigning Champs


2 horas num ringue a enxertar uppercuts nos queixos da multidão. Jabs e ganchos cuspidos à velocidade de rimas. Versos debitados com a força de um Tyson e o swing de Ali. E quem swinga somos nós. 
The Roots no Cascais foi um punch de história negra. Foi rap, hip-hop, funk, soul, R&B, you name it. Até ao KO final. 
Philadelphia, PA.

segunda-feira, 22 de abril de 2019

terça-feira, 23 de outubro de 2018

quinta-feira, 16 de agosto de 2018

sábado, 6 de janeiro de 2018

terça-feira, 7 de novembro de 2017

"It ain't fair"

Brutalidade. Anos após anos. Iam-se as vidas. Segregação. Ainda hoje.
'Detroit' até já nem está em cartaz, mas com uma faixa destas na banda sonora quase não precisa.



segunda-feira, 25 de setembro de 2017