quarta-feira, julho 30, 2014

Montreux jazz... Happiness is contagious, as is love... So, just be anyone for me....

Before I ran away on vacations, I went up to Montreaux for the jazz festival.
The tickets were for everlast, and a Kidd I never heard of before was opening for Everlast.

From the Kidd's concert - Bastian baker - the best was his utter and absolute delight to be playing in Montreux. I was sitting on the 1st table and his joy filled my heart up and I became happy being a witness to his dream. I was his audience at the greatest music fest in the world "Montreux!"

Then came everlast who sang his heart out, talked about love, broken hearts, rich people problems', walking on other people's shoes, making hard choices, life, addiction and the monsters who surely live under our beds...

He said a musician knew he had made something for himself when he got to play at Montreux jazz. I mentally added that if you were not a musician, you knew you had made something for yourself  when you got invited to go to Davos. Switzerland, benchmarking careers since 1947!

Well, then he played "anyone", which I didn't know and have kept in my mind since then!
Not much more can be asked from a love song...


Para referencia futura...

Restaurantes a sul:
"O sacas" - zambujeira do mar. Comi um Robalo grelhado divinal com uma fantastica vista do oceano Atlantico. Se eu ja nao gostasse tanto da Costa vicentina, este jantar ter-me-ia feito apaixonar.

"o Horta " - Olhao. O melhor restaurante de olhao! De longe o melhor! Tudo em bom, desde a salada de tomate, ate as ameijoas, marisco, cataplanas, polvo e a mousse de chocolate. So e preciso chegar cedo para jantar. De resto.... All good calories, all worth it!

"o Camilo" - Lagos. Ameijoas, sopa de peixe, ostras e mantinha para proteger da brisa mais fresquinha que pega quando o sol se poe. A vista... digna de postal!

Praias: ilha deserta (ao sul, e a minha preferida) e a praia do burgau (fomos com uma local... Nao falhou)

Ouvido a sul

Grupo de miudos e diz uma das teenagers para um dos rapazitos ( e claramente para metade da Praia ouvir...): "se os homens nao fossem todos iguais e nao precisassem que lhes fosse tudo dito explicitamente, ja sabias que eu queria que tu me comesses"

Na herdade pseudo-coiso-cara-para-o-que-e-mas-nao-interessa, diz uma hospede para o dono que andava pelo alpendre a certificar-se que estava tudo pseudo-bem:
"Oooooolhe, ontem fomos jantar ao Gulliiiii! E fantaaaaaaastico! Cozinha mediterranea reinventada. Basicamente.... Italiana va"

Nada como estar de ferias para eu achar piada a isto (em vez de me irritar!)