sábado, 28 de fevereiro de 2009
08-30 - Dormimos bem. Eu acordei antes de todo mundo, claro, não vim aqui pra dormir porra, e sai pra dar uma corridinha pra quebrar o frio. Temos um compromisso na Duke University, que é onde vamos tocar amanhã. Tipo um bate-papo informal sobre cultura musical brasileira. Um luxo!
00:40h - A noite, fomos tocar (primeiro show!) num bar/restaurante turco... "Tallula's"!
Me lembrei de Tallulah Bunkhead, atriz mucho loca americana da década de 20!
Pouquíssimas pessoas, só pra variar, pra constatar que o mundo ;e pqueno demais para brasileiros, econtramos e conhecemos quatro. O Nome da cidade é Chapel Hill, que é o oposto de Durham: vários pubs, bares e restaurantes e várias pessoas enlouquecidas nas ruas. Todo mundo ruim!
Menos a gente... até que.... bom, como era verde meu vale!
Ah, o show foi muito bom! (Alguém duvida?)
E os brazucas locais nos A M A R A M!
P.S: fomos e voltamos os cinco + bateria completa + guitarra + baixo + respectivos amps, fodidos e enlatados como sardinhas dentro de um Honda Civic 91. Rolaram uns peidos (meus, claro!) paramos num beco sem saída com uns 8 carros de polícia em Chapel Hill e na volta ainda erramos o caminho duas vezes! bem rock and roll, foi lindo! As 05 da manhã... Ah, como era verde o meu vale!
26 Feb - We woke-up very early (ok, 10:30am is not so early, but, wow, nobody deserves it...) and went to Duke University. It's really very near to "our " home, so we just walked. God, what a sight! Blair's witch definetely lives around here! And she probably do, because there's no one walking on the streets, just a few (2 or 3) runners. Duke University is one of the most important universities of USA, and, because of that, is a very expensive one. The buildings are very beautiful, and the gothic styleis everywhere (what an amazing church!). And lots of brickmade little buildings, so cool. There are a lot of asian students, they seem to be everywhere!
We had a kind of lecture to Magda's students, she works with Leslie (Brazilian Studies, can you believe it?!). And her pupils actually speaks portuguese, which is amazing, hehe.The lecture was very cool, we talked about our band, brazilian culture, about our influences, among other things. After, a very spicy lunch at the Teacher's restaurant. Then, we went to the Guitar Center (another paradise on earth!) and bought a guitar amp ( Fender Blues Jr.) and a bass amp ( an Ampeg B115), so that we can play. I tested the bass amps with a Fender Jaguar Bass, an amazing bass guitar, and with a Fender Precision, which was not that good. Now, a cello for U$ 190 is too much temptation...
03:30am- Do you know those tuna cans? Now picture this: 5 people, a guitar and a bass guitar, bass amp, guitar amp, 1 sax, and a COMPLETE drum set inside of a small car (a 91 Honda Civic), all together. Yeah, it was just like this. Nobody deserves...The show was really cool, it was a turkish restaurant called Tallula's, cool place. There were brazilians there too. another cool thing was buying a Wiston, which I haven't smoked for about 15 years ( don't smoke, children...)
05:30 - enfim, chegamos vivos, e mortos de fome, em Miami. Próximo passo: a PORRA da imigração... agora que eu quero ver...
05:55 - ainda no airport... e não é que eu tenho estrela?! Passei bonita e bem-recebida, zente!
Já o Chokito... apitou tanto o detector de metais que ficamos a pensar ( Gabo e eu, claro!) se o puto não tinha um piercing em "algum lugar escondido"...
11:50 - Depois de 3.000 horas no aeroporto, finalmente estamos chegando na CArolina do Norte. Detlahe: minha trilha musical do Rio até aqui: Chet Baker, Ella, Sarah e outros standards do Jazz.
Tudo pra ajudar a me esquecer do medo que tenho de altura! HELP ME!
Não to acreditando ainda, mas ja sinto saudades da minha família: Wilmão, tia Dina, meu babys, a casa e a galera... vamos ver...
12:30 - Cheguemo, caralho! O lugar é bonito e esquisito, não tem ninguém na rua. Também, um frio do cacete! a Leslie, mãe do Gabi Batera é um amor, ta recebendo a gente super bem, tem até duas gatas lindas que já ajudam a gente a amenizar a saudade de nossos babys...
Comemos (tem comida boa por aqui!) e fomos dar um rolé tipo: ver equipamentos, ver computer, etc. Noite fria. Quase morri, meu nariz caiu em algum lugar...
Voltamos pra casa, graças a Deus, comemos mais e finalmente... cama!
...o primeiro dia já foi.
25 Feb - After a freaky sleep, we arrived in the United States by 5 am. Miami airport.
Immigration police, everything ok, cool! We met Felipe at the airport, which looks like a bit our own airport, so me and Cacau were wondering if we really are here in the USA or if the pilot fooled us and just came back home, rsrsr. Coffe, cigarette (after walking like hell to find a smoking area), then we took the airplane to Raleigh. Beaten by the sleep, I had to pay the price: those classic embarassing photos ( I hate you, Cacau!).
We arrived at Raleighat 11:30am, then shuttle to Leslie's house. Leslie is our drummer's mother, and she teaches at Duke University, she is the responsable for the Brazilian Studies area. The most part of the houses and buildings are brickmade, which gives the whole town an England aura, it's very cool! Here we are in the end of winter,, so most of the trees are leaveless, completely naked, so it seems that we are in the scenario of "Blair's Witch", which is totally cool! Gabriel, Cacau and Leslie went shopping. Ah, nothing like a hot shower after hours travelling! After our meal (excellent!), we went for a walking, just to see the area. First stop, Sam Ash. "Little "musician store. Thousands of basses, guitars, keyboards... Puta que pariu! After a while, Cacau started to freeze, so we came back home, had dinner and then bed.
22:50 - saimos do Rio terça de carnaval, chovia muito. Ficamos enchendo a cara e quase perdemos o vôo. Só falatavam nós 4. O Felipe foi se cagando sozinho em outro vôo, bem a nossa cara. Tudo tranquilo até demais! Depois de 200 horas ainda estávamos no Pará! Putaquiupará...
24 Feb - Well, here we are. Cacau sleeps beside me, with her tedddy bear (actually it's a dog, which belongs to her real dog, Negão. You can only imagine the smell of it...), Gabriel is on the next seat writing a lyric or something, while Gabriel the sax player (Gabo from now on) is probably sleeping due either by the amount of food he ate or due to his sleeping pills, hehe. Our guitar player, Felipe, went in another flight, a little bit earlier. Hey, it's unbelievable, Café Funquê going to USA. After a lot of discussion, we decided to face the challenge: a cucaracha band in Uncle Sam's land!
I wish we get there soon. I really don't understand why people just love to travel by plane. Alright, take-off and landingis really very cool, but the rest... You're not allowed to smoke, the food is tasteless (chicken or beef, sir?), and to crown the whole thing, the movie was a shit! The stewardesswere much older than they should be; how can it be, with all the technology, and expensive tickets, and not even a good movie? Damn...
Hours and hours flying, it seems that Brasil never ends...