<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930</id><updated>2009-10-13T14:48:26.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no meu umbigo</title><subtitle type='html'>musica alternativa sem prazo de validade estabelecido
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-3200893665871609022</id><published>2008-07-13T11:47:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:32:57.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Linhas a cheio</title><summary type='text'>Linhas a cheio, um semestre completo, breves trechos que arrisco compor.O saco de soro, içado na vertical, alimenta o corpo dormente que aguarda aconchego.A pressão no ventre expulsa um salpicado de amor, 21 Março, um marco de (na) vida.Regresso realizado, a pensar que as palavras me fogem e que luto para as encontrar.A audição mantém-se aguçada, na agonia de maviosidades que ouso procurar.Ao </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3200893665871609022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=3200893665871609022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/3200893665871609022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/3200893665871609022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2008/07/linhas-cheio.html' title='Linhas a cheio'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t4BfSNV8yto/SHnf2SaJ7tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SSwrBwC44zw/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-2524868913925678450</id><published>2008-07-13T09:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:26:09.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada vez menos palavras (esquecido a 07-10-2007)</title><summary type='text'> Assim, na aproximação ao próximo, fixo o anterior. Abandono aparente, em combate à dinâmica instalada. Há notas a fugir à audição, que tardo em assimilar, ainda que 88 teclas se instalam de novo. Regresso, de Verão sem festivais onde pinturas seculares são olhadas de frente, exaustivamente em absorção. O touro preto no fundo amarelo contextualiza. O embrião, já transformado em feto, alimenta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2524868913925678450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=2524868913925678450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/2524868913925678450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/2524868913925678450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2008/07/cada-vez-menos-palavras-esquecido-07-10.html' title='Cada vez menos palavras (esquecido a 07-10-2007)'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t4BfSNV8yto/SHnGP8f9nuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Llbvv82W4M/s72-c/sem+7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-4365136162775405408</id><published>2007-04-02T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:02:06.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1º Trimestre</title><summary type='text'>Dístraido dos fenómenos lúdicos circundantes, apenas Cândido foi lido a 20 000 pés, defia-se, nas percepções de sons pelo ouvido ajustadas à continuidade de sonoridades benignas de anos recentes, o tempo.Clap your hands say yeah! - Some Loud Thunder (2007)Fenómeno do youtube, de voz singlar, deliciosamente apurado. (9/10)Modest Mouse - We were dead before the ship even sank (2007)Anonimato </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4365136162775405408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=4365136162775405408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/4365136162775405408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/4365136162775405408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2007/04/1-trimestre.html' title='1º Trimestre'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-116838276153439285</id><published>2007-01-09T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:20:48.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Audições de um passado recente</title><summary type='text'>Joanna Newson - 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fireflies take flight (stockholm nov 8, 2006)Festival Para Gente SentadaLocal: Cine-Teatro António Lamoso em Santa Maria da FeiraData/Hora: 22:00/25 Novembro 2006Após visita a Serralves, na exposição dos anos 80, com a viatura dos 90 sagazmente roubada, desloco-me, em regime de aluguer, à sala lotada com o público sentado da 3ª edição, a um festival deliberadamente diferenciado.Ed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116475210159200428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=116475210159200428' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/116475210159200428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/116475210159200428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/11/ed-harcourt-fireflies-take-flight.html' title=''/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-116122499361100163</id><published>2006-10-19T03:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:52:21.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasia Final Hey Dad - Final Fantasy (Owen Pallett) in Saskatoon 9/15/06Local: Casa das Artes - FamalicãoData/hora: 16-10-2006 /22:00Owen Pallet e as composições ilustradas em violino e teclado midi, gravadas e orquestradas ao vivo, por entre versões de an actor's revenge - Destroyer e this modern love - Block Party, emolduradas entre manipulações criativas de simples acetatos coloridos. (8,5/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116122499361100163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=116122499361100163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/116122499361100163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/116122499361100163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/10/fantasia-final-hey-dad-final-fantasy.html' title=''/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-116060376372754253</id><published>2006-10-11T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:56:03.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Circunstância (s)</title><summary type='text'>Atraso, arranca em débito acentuado no taxímetro, revolto entre mapas de estradas sem limite de velocidade, terminando em desvio, não confirmado. Conversas tardias com dono de hotel, presenciadas pelo subalterno, num apagar de cigarros cadenciado, desapertam o sufoco das palavras insípidas, em Deutsch, proferidas entre três, ao jantar. Cobertura de vidro tapa o abusado Riesling branco. Travessas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116060376372754253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=116060376372754253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/116060376372754253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/116060376372754253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/10/circunstncia-s.html' title='Circunstância (s)'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-115781134382618142</id><published>2006-09-09T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:18:14.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filmografia de Agosto</title><summary type='text'> Ventos ciclónicos, no Forte do Cavalo, Sesimbra, obstruem passagem ao Guincho, onde arrastões e outros pesqueiros contrastam com a ostentação circundante da atlântica Califórnia. De Setúbal, simplificando a passagem de ferry, às praias paradisíacas, ainda que mediáticas, de Tróia, aparece o nervosismo de Melides até ao isolamento familiar da Praia da Galé, Grândola. Sines, Porto Covo, lotada a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115781134382618142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=115781134382618142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/115781134382618142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/115781134382618142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/09/filmografia-de-agosto.html' title='Filmografia de Agosto'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-115439635538637583</id><published>2006-08-01T02:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:33:44.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive In</title><summary type='text'> Sunset Rubdown - Shut Up I Am Dreaming (2006)Spencer Krug, pertença dos Wolf Parade, projecta a solo construções relacionadas. (8,5/10) Of montreal - Satanic Panic in the Attic (2004)Sugerindo paisagens europeias, não devem ao nome a nacionalidade americana. (8,5/10)  Thom Yorke - The eraser (2006)Esboço sombrio, distorcões apagadas em dias de verão. (8,2/10) Caribou - The Milk of Human Kindness</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115439635538637583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=115439635538637583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/115439635538637583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/115439635538637583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/08/drive-in.html' title='Drive In'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-115257408306979451</id><published>2006-07-11T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:34:25.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voz e Piano</title><summary type='text'>Ella Fitzgerald - Songs in a Mellow Mood (1954)Voz quente a de Ella Fitzgerald, sublinhada a piano, equalizações perfeitas libertas nos múltiplos amplificadores de áudio. Acompanhamento continuo, antevendo passos acelerados, compassados, em fim de tarde paralelos ao mar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115257408306979451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=115257408306979451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/115257408306979451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/115257408306979451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/07/voz-e-piano.html' title='Voz e Piano'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-115063116069489389</id><published>2006-06-18T12:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T13:50:13.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live Performance Incinerate - Live June 13th at CBGB's  Na saída de Jim O´Rourke permanece a direcção, de Sonic Nurse e Murray Street, que a recuperação dos antigos instrumentos não consegue inverter. Sonic Youth - Rather Ripped (2006) cresce com Kim Gordon a cada audição. (8,7/10)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115063116069489389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=115063116069489389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/115063116069489389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/115063116069489389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/06/live-performance-incinerate-live-june.html' title=''/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-115024155407158764</id><published>2006-06-14T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:18:46.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Convite Duplo</title><summary type='text'>Convidado, em entrevista, na preparação da celebração dos 20 anos da Rádio Ansiães. Conversa iniciada em 95, no fundo escolhido dos estilhaços espetados, atravessando 7 anos de encontros e divulgação musical, entre microfones e pilhas alinhadas de discos compactos.Local: Cinema Batalha - PortoData/hora: 12-06-2006 /22:00Ed Harcourt posicionado no essencial ao piano vertical, dedilhou sem pautas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115024155407158764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=115024155407158764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/115024155407158764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/115024155407158764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/06/convite-duplo.html' title='Convite Duplo'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-114617664729373137</id><published>2006-04-27T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:16:47.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade Própria</title><summary type='text'>Na morte aflita dos mosquitos, na celebração da revolução vermelha, entre obturações quadradas Agfa Isola a preto e branco enfeitadas por Garden Ruin dos Calexico , viajo em velocidade à exposição de Frida Kahlo. Nascida no México em 1907, sofreu em silêncio a perfuração da vagina, pela bacia, de uma barra de ferro, iniciando na convalescença, ao espelho, auto retratos perturbados, casou com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114617664729373137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=114617664729373137' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/114617664729373137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/114617664729373137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/realidade-prpria.html' title='Realidade Própria'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-114531086316227756</id><published>2006-04-17T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:59:57.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos</title><summary type='text'>The Flaming Lips - At War With The Mystics (2006)A passionalidade de um estilo Barroco, sem elementos religiosos. (8,6/10)  The Duke Spirit - Cuts Across The Land (2005)Um novo encanto, Liela Moss, com peugadas de influências perceptíveis, se estabelece. (8,4/10) Stereolab - Fab Four Suture (2006)Programações servidas em formato cocktail. (8,2/10)  Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Show Your Bones (2006)Ao </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114531086316227756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=114531086316227756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/114531086316227756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/114531086316227756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/fragmentos.html' title='Fragmentos'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-114228954762886760</id><published>2006-03-13T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:00:52.816Z</updated><title type='text'>A tracejado</title><summary type='text'>Sem resultados ainda visíveis, nas produções WAV, assisto, no FANTAS, a “Incautos” (Esp) de Miguel Barden, apurada trama de vigaristas, com Victoria Abril, a recordar o surpreendente “Nueve Reinas” (Arg). Do ciclo Love Connection, mostra de filmes roman porno, na classificação Japonesa, “The woman with the red hair” (Jap) resume-se a uma maçadora submissão erótico-libertina.Em feitio show-case, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114228954762886760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=114228954762886760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/114228954762886760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/114228954762886760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/03/tracejado.html' title='A tracejado'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-113804647709420728</id><published>2006-01-23T19:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:03:26.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Rascunhos em WAV</title><summary type='text'>Distraído entre as compilações Pop 77, Pop Up, White e Red movement, usadas na quadra passada, atento agora às produções em WAV.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/113804647709420728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=113804647709420728' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/113804647709420728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/113804647709420728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2006/01/rascunhos-em-wav.html' title='Rascunhos em WAV'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-113495227733667056</id><published>2005-12-19T00:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:39:03.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Coimbra, retratos de um segundo fim de semana</title><summary type='text'>As luzes desbotas, pelo filtro do espelho retrovisor, seguem-me até à cidade do conhecimento, lendo-se a placa, conduzindo, entre o frio dos cabelos molhados, à envolvência de um abraço.A par do ciclo Rainer Werner Fassbinder, sinto-me estudante, o “O Direito do mais Forte à Liberdade [Faustrecht der Freiheit, 1974]”. Sátira a uma sociedade burguesa que, através da pretensa soberania da classe, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/113495227733667056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=113495227733667056' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/113495227733667056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/113495227733667056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2005/12/coimbra-retratos-de-um-segundo-fim-de.html' title='Coimbra, retratos de um segundo fim de semana'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-113261191243693246</id><published>2005-11-21T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:32:44.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Amostragem IV</title><summary type='text'>Broken Social Scene - Broken Social SceneFindo o efeito anestésico de You forgot it in people, sente-se a dor. (8,6/10)  Devendra Banhart - Cripple CrowInicialmente reduzido a metade, descubro a musicalidade do todo. (8,5/10)  Animal Collective - FeelsAmbientes de Ph baixo, a dificultar a respiração. (7,5/10) Elbow - Leaders Of The Free WorldPercursos de homogeneidade perturbadora. (7,5/10) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/113261191243693246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=113261191243693246' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/113261191243693246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/113261191243693246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2005/11/amostragem-iv.html' title='Amostragem IV'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-113200423544492023</id><published>2005-11-14T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:58:00.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Antítese de um Rock Star</title><summary type='text'>Lou Barlow, de simplicidade e humor despretensiosos, usando, em acústico, 4 cordas de aço, 6 de nylon e 1 sintetizador, declamou em 2 horas, a pedido, fracções do seu/nosso crescimento enquanto músico/admiradores.Em conversa, após autógrafo, revelou o apreço por J Mascis, as saudades dos anos 90, das digressões com Sonic Youth e Pavement, o prolongamento dos projectos: Sebadoh, The Folk Implosion</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/113200423544492023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=113200423544492023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/113200423544492023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/113200423544492023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2005/11/anttese-de-um-rock-star.html' title='Antítese de um Rock Star'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-112938648823192146</id><published>2005-10-15T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:44:13.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amostragem III</title><summary type='text'> Wolf Parade - Apologies To The Queen Mary (2005)A matilha canadiana, de primeiro albúm feroz, produção de Isaac Brock (Modest Mouse), dilacera nervos sensoriais, motores e a mistura destes. ( 9,3/10) Supergrass - Road to rouen (2005)Embrulhado em novas vestes, de deambulações noctívagas, confirma a condição de maturação atingida. (8,4/10)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/112938648823192146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=112938648823192146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112938648823192146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112938648823192146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2005/10/amostragem-iii.html' title='Amostragem III'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-112938480073370972</id><published>2005-10-15T13:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:48:28.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amostragem II</title><summary type='text'>The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema (2005)Homogeneidade acentuada na composição, embora de resultados finais diferenciados. (8/10)  dEUS - Pocket Revolution (2005)Novas porções, Magnus , embebidas no passado, ainda de sabor agridoce. (7,9/10)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/112938480073370972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=112938480073370972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112938480073370972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112938480073370972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2005/10/amostragem-ii.html' title='Amostragem II'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-112825246193354106</id><published>2005-10-02T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T20:21:02.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mês em branco</title><summary type='text'>O mês em branco, forçado por vírus bloqueadores, encaixa no espaço sem prazo de validade estabelecido, embora condicionando novas audições, potenciou a aptidão do K150 (Dean Markley) anexo ao compressor (Yamaha).Na excepção, à placagem do software, antecipou-se Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah - Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah (8/10)NdR: Na iminência da dupla viagem, UK e Alemanha, reservo 300 MB (mp3) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/112825246193354106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=112825246193354106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112825246193354106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112825246193354106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2005/10/ms-em-branco.html' title='mês em branco'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-112518329331228543</id><published>2005-08-27T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:40:51.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Concepção</title><summary type='text'> Acabadas as metades coloridas, laranja e limão, inicio a fitz-special (des)carregada a vermelho, no regresso ao conceptual Live Through This – Hole (1994).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/112518329331228543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=112518329331228543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112518329331228543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112518329331228543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2005/08/concepo.html' title='Concepção'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-112439591042510929</id><published>2005-08-18T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:53:58.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dia 17, Paredes de Coura</title><summary type='text'>No alojamento do verde, em Paredes de Coura, perante uma das melhores edições, entregue à atenção, ao dia 17, do palco principal.The Futureheads – (desvios prévios retardam chegada)Hot Hot Heat – Jovialidade típica das novas bandas, sem sedução. (6,5/10)Arcade Fire – Deslumbramento massificado, na trânsição do dia à noite, em oito músicos eclécticos ainda que de equalizações imperfeitas. (9,4/10)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/112439591042510929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=112439591042510929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112439591042510929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112439591042510929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2005/08/dia-17-paredes-de-coura.html' title='dia 17, Paredes de Coura'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5713930.post-112370089469147904</id><published>2005-08-10T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:18:31.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road</title><summary type='text'>Pela estrada fora, invocação a Jack Kerouac e Neal Cassady, desviado do México ainda que em direcção ao Sul.Dia 1Paralelo ao Atlântico, do Porto, guio para Mira, onde bicicletas oxidadas, apoiadas nas listas azuis do branco da Igreja, são avistadas finda a feijoada do mar pelo almoço. Atravessando as matas nacionais, iniciadas por Afonso III, na mistura do verde com o azul do mar, anoitece e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/feeds/112370089469147904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5713930&amp;postID=112370089469147904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112370089469147904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5713930/posts/default/112370089469147904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nmumbigo.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-road.html' title='On the Road'/><author><name>pedro Cordeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01395116190169202464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09863742422561452426'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>