<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105</id><updated>2011-08-20T22:53:54.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popará</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Te espero lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-965636244994224361?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/965636244994224361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=965636244994224361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/965636244994224361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/965636244994224361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2008/06/novo-blog.html' title='Novo blog'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-5987599504254739119</id><published>2008-05-14T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:25:51.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aguarde</title><content type='html'>Novo blog em construção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-5987599504254739119?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/5987599504254739119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=5987599504254739119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5987599504254739119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5987599504254739119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2008/05/aguarde.html' title='Aguarde'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-4233015550604902165</id><published>2008-04-07T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:30:49.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carla, Kylie e mais dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2008/02/17/carla_bruni_brno_promises_1193891.html"&gt;Carla Bruni - No Promisses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2008/03/26/the_bird_and_the_bee_brthe_bird_and_the_bee_1244208.html"&gt;The Bird and the Bee - The Bird and the Bee Deluxe Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2008/04/02/kylie_minogue_brx_1255583.html"&gt;Kylie Minogue - X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1367275926735919723</id><published>2008-03-14T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:33:04.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Interpol</title><content type='html'>Gostei desse vídeo, emprestado do Lúcio Ribeiro. Dá uma boa idéia do que foi o show em São Paulo: som embolado, público histérico, Paul Banks confuso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOHs-hmJf5Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOHs-hmJf5Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1367275926735919723?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1367275926735919723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1367275926735919723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1367275926735919723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1367275926735919723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-interpol.html' title='Mais Interpol'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2562867706778348454</id><published>2008-03-13T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:33:39.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpol em São Paulo</title><content type='html'>Ter o Interpol esta semana em São Paulo foi um pouco como morrer: eu vi um pedaço bom da minha vida passar diante dos meus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não só porque eu gosto do Interpol e de toda a linha que ele representa, mas porque eles são um daqueles nomes que eu acompanho desde que surgiram e que marcou momentos importantes dos últimos anos. E apesar de o trabalho no iG não ter reservado muitas emoções ultimamente, me rendeu a oportunidade deliciosa de entrevistar Paul Banks, o vocalista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei com ele em um hotel na tarde da terça-feira, dia do show. A assessora tinha combinado comigo dez minutos de conversa e meu medo de que ele fosse lacônico, blasé e antipático foi todo à toa. Tremi. Tremi mais do que vara verde, mas - surpresa! - ele se mostrou interessado, simpático e educado, além de lindo (e eu nunca tinha reparado nisso antes). Ele sorriu para mim e eu saí de lá apaixonada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://megaplayer.ig.com.br/home.aspx?autoplay=true&amp;amp;contentid=120706"&gt;O vídeo com a entrevista está aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2008/03/11/a_conexao_com_os_fas_acontece_ao_vivo_diz_interpol_1224195.html"&gt;O texto vai aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora tenho mais um bom par de lembranças para associar ao som do Interpol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2562867706778348454?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2562867706778348454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2562867706778348454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2562867706778348454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2562867706778348454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2008/03/interpol-em-so-paulo.html' title='Interpol em São Paulo'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8473213721553540734</id><published>2008-01-30T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:57:04.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui...</title><content type='html'>e ali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2007/12/21/jancee_dunn_brchega_de_falar_de_mim_1128844.html"&gt;Jancee Dunn - "Chega de falar de mim..."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2008/01/17/pepe_deluxe_brspare_time_machine_1155779.html"&gt;Pepe Deluxé  - &lt;em&gt;Spare Time Machine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2008/01/21/babyshamble_brup_the_shambles___live_in_manchester_1160059.html"&gt;Babyshambles - &lt;em&gt;Up the Shambles - Live in Manchester&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8473213721553540734?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8473213721553540734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8473213721553540734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8473213721553540734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8473213721553540734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2008/01/aqui.html' title='Aqui...'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2566253799147010406</id><published>2007-12-14T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:32:26.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clipe fofo do dia</title><content type='html'>Lacrosse - "You Can't Say No Forever "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ieJ8B_sGYQE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ieJ8B_sGYQE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2566253799147010406?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2566253799147010406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2566253799147010406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2566253799147010406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2566253799147010406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/12/clipe-fofo-do-dia.html' title='Clipe fofo do dia'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2330227500175329007</id><published>2007-11-29T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T13:39:09.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralamas + Titãs</title><content type='html'>Com atraso, os links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/11/19/turne_que_reune_paralamas_e_titas_e_uma_grande_coreografia_diz_barone_1084598.html"&gt;entrevista com o João Barone&lt;/a&gt; e a &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/11/26/titas_e_paralamas_empolgam_publico_jovem_com_sucessos_de_25_anos_1094959.html"&gt;crítica do show&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2330227500175329007?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2330227500175329007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2330227500175329007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2330227500175329007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2330227500175329007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/11/paralamas-tits.html' title='Paralamas + Titãs'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-3728869669115476898</id><published>2007-11-13T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:58:49.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planeta Terra</title><content type='html'>Eu podia falar mais sobre o final nonsense indescritível do Datarock - o show inesquecível da noite - ou do Rapture fazendo as pessoas dançarem sem parar durante todo o show, o melhor clima da noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podia contar da emoção que foi ver os amigos do &lt;a href="http://www.supercordas.com/"&gt;Supercordas&lt;/a&gt; abrindo o palco principal com categoria ou da vergonha alheia que senti pela Lily Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou só postar &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/11/11/rapture_devo_css_e_datarock_sao_destaques_de_festival_em_sp_1077764.html"&gt;o link para a matéria no iG&lt;/a&gt;. Falta de tempo, sabe como é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-3728869669115476898?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/3728869669115476898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=3728869669115476898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3728869669115476898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3728869669115476898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/11/planeta-terra.html' title='Planeta Terra'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-7824359606036398716</id><published>2007-11-13T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:48:17.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raveonettes - Lust Lust Lust</title><content type='html'>O pop perfeito não falha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2007/11/07/the_raveonettes_brlust_lust_lust_1073558.html"&gt;Resenha aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-7824359606036398716?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/7824359606036398716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=7824359606036398716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7824359606036398716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7824359606036398716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/11/raveonettes-lust-lust-lust.html' title='The Raveonettes - Lust Lust Lust'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2255021016896157975</id><published>2007-11-07T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:56:08.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Festival</title><content type='html'>Foi culpa do Tim Festival. E da mostra de cinema. O ritmo do trabalho oficial esteve rápido demais e quem sofre é o blog, que vai continuar aqui. Mas vai continuar esperando eu retomar minha vontade de olhar para ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz praticamente sozinha a cobertura do Tim aqui em São Paulo - &lt;a href="http://gymnopedies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jonas&lt;/a&gt; ajudou indo aos shows de jazz - e para não perder todo o trabalho no meio do arquivo do iG, vou postar aqui os links. Sei que a essa altura ninguém mais vai ter saco para ler isso, não é a intenção. Não é para agora. É para a posteridade (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes, um minuto de silêncio para Cat Power, que fez os dois melhores shows do festival. Agora sim, os links. Em todos eles, atalhos para galerias de fotos e vídeos das apresentações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/26/com_soul_e_blues_cat_power_arrasa_coracoes_em_sao_paulo_1059032.html"&gt;Com soul e blues, Cat Power arrasa corações em São Paulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/28/de_alma_limpa_e_bom_humor_cat_power_volta_a_sao_paulo_para_se_superar_1060690.html"&gt;De alma limpa e bom humor, Cat Power volta a São Paulo para se superar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/27/em_sao_paulo_alquimista_girl_talk_brinca_com_a_musica_pop_1060653.html"&gt;Em São Paulo, alquimista Girl Talk brinca com a música pop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/29/the_killers_encerra_maratona_com_show_profissional_no_anhembi_1062004.html"&gt;The Killers encerra maratona com show profissional no Anhembi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/29/simples_e_direto_arctic_monkeys_faz_anhembi_acordar_e_cantar_junto_1062003.html"&gt;Simples e direto, Arctic Monkeys faz Anhembi acordar e cantar junto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/29/com_festa_de_cores_e_sons_bjork_repete_em_sp_o_show_do_rio_1062001.html"&gt;Com festa de cores e sons, Björk repete em SP o show do Rio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/29/juliette_lewis_faz_muita_graca_e_pouca_musica_em_sao_paulo_1062002.html"&gt;Juliette Lewis faz muita graça e pouca música em São Paulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/29/tim_festival_em_sp_hot_chip_e_spank_rock_animam_comeco_de_noite_1062000.html"&gt;Tim Festival em SP: Hot Chip e Spank Rock animam começo de noite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2255021016896157975?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2255021016896157975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2255021016896157975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2255021016896157975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2255021016896157975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/11/tim-festival.html' title='Tim Festival'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8312171633340166266</id><published>2007-10-10T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:06:45.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alô? É pra você...</title><content type='html'>Ele disse que ligaria no dia seguinte. Até marcou um horário, para que eu me preparasse. Na hora acertada, sento ao lado do aparelho e espero. Dez minutos, vinte minutos... e eu começo a achar que ele não vai mais ligar. Fico triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared Leto, duas vezes eleito uma das pessoas mais bonitas do mundo, dono dos olhos mais azuis da Califórnia, me deixou esperando 35 minutos ao lado do telefone. Quando o aparelho toca sem aviso, respiro fundo. Ele começa me agradecendo pelo tempo que estou para gastar com ele, não poderia ser mais gentil e profissional. Absurdamente profissional e diplomático, dono de uma voz comum e sem emoção. Ao se despedir, faz um convite para que eu vá ao show. Como se precisasse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resultado da conversa - sobre a sua banda 30 Seconds to Mars e o show que ela faz em São Paulo este mês - &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/09/apaixonado_pelo_brasil_ator_jared_leto_traz_banda_a_sp_para_show_inesquecivel_1036770.html"&gt;está aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8312171633340166266?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8312171633340166266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8312171633340166266&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8312171633340166266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8312171633340166266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/10/al-pra-voc.html' title='Alô? É pra você...'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2801815141263892652</id><published>2007-10-08T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:11:05.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Links</title><content type='html'>Juana Molina no &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/05/juana_molina_sobrepoe_sons_para_construir_universo_complexo_e_hipnotico_1033284.html"&gt;Sesc Santana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando pelos cotovelos &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/10/05/ouca_william_raveonettes_elza_soares_e_china_no_podcast_1034007.html"&gt;no podcast&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disco novo de &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2007/09/26/jose_gonzalez_brin_our_nature_1021083.html"&gt;José González&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2007/10/01/james_blunt_br_all_the_lost_souls_1027615.html"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/a&gt;, o dos olhos estranhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2801815141263892652?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2801815141263892652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2801815141263892652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2801815141263892652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2801815141263892652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/10/links.html' title='Links'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-3348287599052167966</id><published>2007-09-26T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:09:25.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morrissey, meu filho</title><content type='html'>Precisa rebolar tanto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRbp0ZIehk0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRbp0ZIehk0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-3348287599052167966?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/3348287599052167966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=3348287599052167966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3348287599052167966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3348287599052167966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/morrissey-meu-filho.html' title='Morrissey, meu filho'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-649961302474563604</id><published>2007-09-25T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:10:19.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A capa mais feia do ano</title><content type='html'>Eu não consigo escolher uma. Você consegue? Então me ajude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O top cinco até agora é esse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.I.A. - &lt;em&gt;Kala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114249481182166786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rvl2zoKWvwI/AAAAAAAAACY/Fr3afouWQXs/s320/mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gogol Bordello - &lt;em&gt;Super Taranta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114249756060073746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rvl3DoKWvxI/AAAAAAAAACg/zOkR70a0Qb4/s320/gogol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super Furry Animals - &lt;em&gt;Hey Venus!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114250009463144226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rvl3SYKWvyI/AAAAAAAAACo/UqiBVRCxxzY/s320/sfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Björk - &lt;em&gt;Volta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114250198441705266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rvl3dYKWvzI/AAAAAAAAACw/CJr8vjHsaC8/s320/bjork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bangers &amp;amp; Cash - &lt;em&gt;Loose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114250718132748114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rvl37oKWv1I/AAAAAAAAADA/ZjUmvzUjwd0/s200/loose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-649961302474563604?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/649961302474563604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=649961302474563604&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/649961302474563604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/649961302474563604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/capa-mais-feia-do-ano.html' title='A capa mais feia do ano'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rvl2zoKWvwI/AAAAAAAAACY/Fr3afouWQXs/s72-c/mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-6910841714733653984</id><published>2007-09-24T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T08:22:23.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segunda chuvosa</title><content type='html'>Porque I'm softer than my face would suggest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiLh9rkvjac"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiLh9rkvjac" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-6910841714733653984?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/6910841714733653984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=6910841714733653984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6910841714733653984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6910841714733653984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/segunda-chuvosa.html' title='Segunda chuvosa'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8624966730772300032</id><published>2007-09-21T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:56:36.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is All - Studio SP</title><content type='html'>Love is All mostra alegria sueca em show espoleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/09/21/love_is_all_mostra_alegria_sueca_em_show_espoleta_1015903.html"&gt;Aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8624966730772300032?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8624966730772300032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8624966730772300032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8624966730772300032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8624966730772300032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-is-all-studio-sp.html' title='Love is All - Studio SP'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8284651768600580837</id><published>2007-09-20T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:08:59.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrl power</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMq4jpjab34"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMq4jpjab34" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8284651768600580837?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8284651768600580837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8284651768600580837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8284651768600580837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8284651768600580837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/grrrrr-power.html' title='Grrrrrl power'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-6493829671820928980</id><published>2007-09-19T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:13:29.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madeleine Peyroux - Via Funchal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/09/19/timida_e_desajeitada_madeleine_peyroux_brilha_atraves_da_musica_1011419.html"&gt;Tímida e desajeitada, Madeleine Peyroux brilha através da música&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No link, vídeos das duas primeiras músicas do show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-6493829671820928980?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/6493829671820928980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=6493829671820928980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6493829671820928980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6493829671820928980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/madeleine-peyroux-via-funchal.html' title='Madeleine Peyroux - Via Funchal'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-5355144450440833347</id><published>2007-09-18T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:32:32.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a lady</title><content type='html'>Como disse a amiga &lt;a href="http://capitu.blig.ig.com.br/"&gt;Marcela&lt;/a&gt;, a discotecagem do Daniel Ash no último sábado foi engraçada de um jeito totalmente diferente do previsto. A coisa já pareceu errada quando ele abriu o set com Jet e Black Rebel, mas ficou tudo bem mais esquisito com os remixes de Tom Jones, Pink Floyd e The Doors que vieram enfileirados. Um choque atrás do outro e tudo fora de lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu saía da Clash, após cerca de uma hora de música ruim, ele botava Lou Reed ("Walk on the Wild Side", claro) e o que veio depois disso vai ficar por conta da nossa imaginação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-5355144450440833347?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/5355144450440833347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=5355144450440833347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5355144450440833347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5355144450440833347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/shes-lady.html' title='She&apos;s a lady'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-5711818741082822761</id><published>2007-09-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:56:05.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevista com Nouvelle Vague</title><content type='html'>Passei uma tarde inteira no Sesc Pinheiros esperando pela banda, que teve problemas com visto e chegou bastante atrasada. Cansei, xinguei, amaldiçoei. Mas até que ficou decente a entrevista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/09/17/nouvelle_vague_fala_sobre_shows_no_brasil_e_o_proximo_album_1009050.html"&gt;Confere aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando que os vídeos do iG não costumam funcionar em Firefox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-5711818741082822761?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/5711818741082822761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=5711818741082822761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5711818741082822761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5711818741082822761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/entrevista-com-nouvelle-vague.html' title='Entrevista com Nouvelle Vague'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8474597893094613903</id><published>2007-09-14T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:47:14.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash na Clash</title><content type='html'>Vai ser programa de índio? Não duvido. Mas estarei lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCC9tKrtB7U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NCC9tKrtB7U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8474597893094613903?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8474597893094613903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8474597893094613903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8474597893094613903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8474597893094613903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/ash-na-clash.html' title='Ash na Clash'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-909427957540251366</id><published>2007-09-14T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:30:26.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival No Ar Coquetel Molotov</title><content type='html'>Fizemos no iG um podcast especial sobre o festival que acontece este fim de semana em Recife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/09/13/festival_coquetel_molotov_ouca_o_podcast_especial_com_as_atracoes_1002525.html"&gt;Está aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem já rolou o Nouvelle Vague em São Paulo. Para uma banda cover, até que eles têm os seus momentos, mas o espírito de churrascaria de luxo predomina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semana que vem, chegam a SP os vários suecos. Vai ser uma semana puxada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-909427957540251366?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/909427957540251366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=909427957540251366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/909427957540251366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/909427957540251366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/festival-no-ar-coquetel-molotov.html' title='Festival No Ar Coquetel Molotov'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-5470205959640384480</id><published>2007-09-12T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:29:56.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible</title><content type='html'>Clipe novo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPQco3-7u5I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPQco3-7u5I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-5470205959640384480?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/5470205959640384480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=5470205959640384480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5470205959640384480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5470205959640384480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/impossible.html' title='Impossible'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-5888947939681394500</id><published>2007-09-11T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:04:02.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ouvir agora</title><content type='html'>Dica rápida no meio do dia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant McLennan do Go-Betweens, morto ano passado, ganhou um disco-tributo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rarevictory"&gt;No MySpace&lt;/a&gt; tem quatro músicas - entre elas, Duglas T. Stewart (BMX Bandits, banda do coração) fazendo a doída "Dusty in Here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objeção: "Cattle and Cane" é daquelas músicas que não deveriam nunca ser regravadas. Não sei como ficou essa versão do Stars, mas é assim que essa música é e assim que ela deveria ficar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCbyByY-A6w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCbyByY-A6w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-5888947939681394500?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/5888947939681394500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=5888947939681394500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5888947939681394500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5888947939681394500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/para-ouvir-agora.html' title='Para ouvir agora'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-586287955911856731</id><published>2007-09-11T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:46:19.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneumotórax</title><content type='html'>Como toda morceguinha que se preze, quando eu tinha 15 anos, planejava morrer de tuberculose antes dos 20 ("Nos meus quinze anos eu sofria tanto!"). Hoje eu vivo gripada e a tosse não me deixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impossível não notar a ironia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-586287955911856731?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/586287955911856731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=586287955911856731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/586287955911856731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/586287955911856731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/pneumotrax.html' title='Pneumotórax'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1449021305983519111</id><published>2007-09-10T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:08:20.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protege moi</title><content type='html'>Nem são as filas e o empurra-empurra ou as pessoas estranhas e mal educadas que me incomodam tanto no Milo atualmente. É a sujeira nos banheiros que me tira do sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do tempo em que ainda podiam ser vistos desenhos fofos nas portas. A sensação de que aquele era um lugar especial e aconchegante quase existia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foto é da &lt;a href="http://trashitup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bean&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108601404623742146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/RuVl6TWo5MI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HbWxmYsNrlA/s320/protege.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1449021305983519111?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1449021305983519111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1449021305983519111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1449021305983519111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1449021305983519111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/lembra.html' title='Protege moi'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/RuVl6TWo5MI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HbWxmYsNrlA/s72-c/protege.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-6698303784363449621</id><published>2007-09-06T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:05:57.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New wave</title><content type='html'>Dispensa comentários:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UArJpA9wm-w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UArJpA9wm-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-6698303784363449621?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/6698303784363449621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=6698303784363449621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6698303784363449621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6698303784363449621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-wave.html' title='New wave'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-335972113233822705</id><published>2007-09-05T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:53:30.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teu corpo com amor ou não</title><content type='html'>Durante o fim de semana, consegui um tempo para ver o DVD do Barão Vermelho no Rock in Rio de 1985. Isso bastou para me jogar em uma fase Cazuza que eu estou abraçando sem questionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As imagens do DVD são péssimas e Barão Vermelho demais cansa - ah, os anos oitenta -, mas estou curtindo re-ouvir até mesmo as músicas mais batidas da banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resenha está no &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2007/09/03/barao_vermelho_brrock_in_rio_1985_989357.html"&gt;iG Música&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, o encerramento histórico do show - a banda dedicando "Pro Dia Nascer Feliz" à eleição de Tancredo Neves que acontecia naquele dia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8DUQWFvKos"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8DUQWFvKos" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o começo do show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VeOsr0KKuuw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VeOsr0KKuuw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esta é "Menina Mimada" ("Quem sabe eu faço um blues em tua homenagem / Eu vou rimar tanta bobagem..." - é uma das favoritas aqui) sendo apresentada por um Nelson Motta jovem e a modernérrima vinheta da Globo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HcsQVrW-Iso"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HcsQVrW-Iso" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-335972113233822705?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/335972113233822705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=335972113233822705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/335972113233822705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/335972113233822705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/teu-corpo-com-amor-ou-no.html' title='Teu corpo com amor ou não'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-7546373030627164642</id><published>2007-09-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:10:49.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto isso, no indie pop...</title><content type='html'>O disco &lt;em&gt;In a Nutshell&lt;/em&gt;, do sueco Pelle Carlberg, é até agora o melhor disco de indie pop do ano. Ele foi lançado em março e até este momento nenhum bateu sua graça ou foi tão twee quanto ele. Ele reúne todas as características necessárias para ocupar o trono: a inadequação, a simplicidade do amor adolescente e a imaturidade, a nerdice pop (como no refrão “I just called to say I love you / Let’s dance / It’s friday, I’m in love”), o senso de humor agridoce manifestado nos nomes espertinhos (“&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcRl1CwomiY"&gt;I Love You, You Imbecile&lt;/a&gt;”), refrãos que puxam palminhas (“Middleclass Kid”). E ainda tem &lt;a href="http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/clever-girls-like-clever-boys.html"&gt;“Clever Girls Like Clever Boys Much More Than Clever Boys Like Clever Girls”&lt;/a&gt;. Pelle, seu pobre feioso desajeitado, Elvis Costello da Escandinávia, eu te saúdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim do mês acontece a terceira Invasão Sueca em São Paulo, Porto Alegre e mais alguns lugares (veja o &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/08/23/projeto_invasao_sueca_chega_a_terceira_edicao_em_setembro_975463.html"&gt;serviço completo aqui&lt;/a&gt;). A cantora &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3r5lnQYwdbE"&gt;Hello Saferide&lt;/a&gt; e as bandas &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCGGdIfhJh8"&gt;Suburban Kids With Biblical Names&lt;/a&gt; e Love is All tocam por aqui. Vou perder Saferide e estou bem chateada por conta disso (ela toca no mesmo dia em que Madeleine Peyroux estará no Via Funchal; eu tive que escolher uma delas e escolhi Mad), mas recomendo esses três shows sem pestanejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ouvi ainda o novo disco do Jens Lekman. Não sei dizer há quantas semanas estou com ele, ele anda comigo para lá e para cá e eu não tenho coragem de colocar para rodar. Gostei muito pouco do pouco que ouvi até agora e temo que nada chegue aos pés de “Maple Leaves” ou “Julie”. Vou enrolar mais um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ansiosa pelo lançamento de &lt;em&gt;Spring a Leak&lt;/em&gt;, uma coletânea dupla com raridades do Lucksmiths. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lucksmiths"&gt;Adoro&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.Channel&amp;ChannelID=78499410"&gt;ADORO&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thelucksmiths.com.au/f_songwords.cfm?action=track&amp;amp;ID=1373&amp;amp;albumID=279"&gt;adoro&lt;/a&gt; Lucksmiths (australianos, para variar um pouco) e estava na hora de ter alguma coisa nova deles para ouvir. A coleta será lançada pela Matinée Records no próximo dia 10 e é muito pouco provável que vaze antes disso, mas eu vou continuar procurando mesmo assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O novo do Club 8, &lt;em&gt;The Boy Who Couldn't Stop Dreaming&lt;/em&gt;, já está na rede. Baixei hoje, ouvirei assim que tiver um momento de sossego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-7546373030627164642?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/7546373030627164642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=7546373030627164642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7546373030627164642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7546373030627164642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/enquanto-isso-no-indie-pop.html' title='Enquanto isso, no indie pop...'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-23581195203329938</id><published>2007-09-04T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:58:07.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rrrrrrrróque</title><content type='html'>Agora não tenho mais dúvidas: não existe música pior que "Ballroom Blitz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem "Jump" ou "Owner of a Lonely Heart" ou "Walk This Way" são páreo para a ruindade dessa pérola do Sweet. E sempre toca no CB, e as pessoas sempre vibram e dançam enquanto eu tremo, transpiro e olho em volta em desespero procurando um buraco onde eu possa me enfiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e o róque nos entendemos cada vez menos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-23581195203329938?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/23581195203329938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=23581195203329938&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/23581195203329938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/23581195203329938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/rrrrrrrrque.html' title='Rrrrrrrróque'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-4981973067178859020</id><published>2007-09-03T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:07:19.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You set my heart on fire</title><content type='html'>Ah... sei lá, deu saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_l70LMaVGI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_l70LMaVGI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my pockets full of money&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spend it all tonight&lt;br /&gt;I've got my pockets full of money&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spend it all tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole months salary&lt;br /&gt;gonna set it to flames&lt;br /&gt;on some girl, we just met recently&lt;br /&gt;I barely know her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatcha chatcha chatchaaa&lt;br /&gt;chatcha chatcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh take me some place decent&lt;br /&gt;where we meet up with your friends&lt;br /&gt;where the people are pleasant&lt;br /&gt;where the music never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the music never ends&lt;br /&gt;chatcha chatcha chatchaa&lt;br /&gt;chatcha chatcha chatcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that you are pretty&lt;br /&gt;that would make me a liar&lt;br /&gt;but you turn my my legs to spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;and set my heart on fire&lt;br /&gt;you set my heart on fire&lt;br /&gt;you set my heart on fire&lt;br /&gt;you set my heart on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running with a heart on fire&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running with a heart on fire&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running with a heart on fire&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running with a heart on fire&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running with a heart on fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-4981973067178859020?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/4981973067178859020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=4981973067178859020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4981973067178859020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4981973067178859020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-set-my-heart-on-fire.html' title='You set my heart on fire'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2321514867874747851</id><published>2007-09-03T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:01:00.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um</title><content type='html'>Festa contra a minha vontade com direito a DJ set especial dark (valeu, Mac), velinha e chapéu cor de rosa da Hello Kitty em pleno CB, foi assim meu aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que não têm medo de passar vergonha são um perigo. E uma delícia, claro :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2321514867874747851?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2321514867874747851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2321514867874747851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2321514867874747851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2321514867874747851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/09/mais-um.html' title='Mais um'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-3623202173476630028</id><published>2007-08-30T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:45:07.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Mr. Fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>Ao aniversário que está por vir e à vida fora de controle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive&lt;br /&gt;And the world I'll turn it inside out yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating around in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't stop me&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm having a good time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity&lt;br /&gt;I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna go go go there's no stopping me&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning through the sky yeah&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm travelling at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make a supersonic man out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't stop me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm having such a good time&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't stop me now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;don't stop me now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm having a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't stop me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes I'm having a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna stop at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars&lt;br /&gt;On a collision course&lt;br /&gt;I am a satellite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm out of control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sex machine ready to reload&lt;br /&gt;Like an atom bomb about to oh oh oh oh oh explode!&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning through the sky yeah&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;I'm travelling at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make a supersonic woman of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-3623202173476630028?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/3623202173476630028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=3623202173476630028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3623202173476630028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3623202173476630028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/call-me-mr-fahrenheit.html' title='Call me Mr. Fahrenheit'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-6090129514864285374</id><published>2007-08-28T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:32:29.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contando</title><content type='html'>Quero fazer um teste com meu contador. Posso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quero dizer que a música da propaganda do Fiat Punto é "Shut Your Eyes" do Shout Out Louds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é esperar para ver quantas pessoas estão procurando por isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBFa-OaF7KE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBFa-OaF7KE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-6090129514864285374?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/6090129514864285374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=6090129514864285374&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6090129514864285374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6090129514864285374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/contando.html' title='Contando'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1862568313894592351</id><published>2007-08-24T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:36:38.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast doentio</title><content type='html'>Errrrr.... então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito trabalho, gripe atravessando o caminho. Levando em conta que ninguém vai querer ver o vídeo da coletiva da Wanessa Camargo, a única coisa que tenho para postar aqui antes que a semana acabe é um link para o &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/08/24/pitty_madonna_hives_e_eddie_vedder_no_podcast_desta_semana_978021.html"&gt;podcast da semana&lt;/a&gt;. Dá para ouvir o clima seco e as doenças do sistema respiratório devastando a redação do iG Música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã tem The Donnas. Será?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1862568313894592351?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1862568313894592351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1862568313894592351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1862568313894592351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1862568313894592351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/podcast-doentio.html' title='Podcast doentio'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2379251973289844956</id><published>2007-08-13T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:09:53.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Wilson 1950-2007</title><content type='html'>Eu procurei no You Tube algum trecho bom do filme "24 Hour Party People" para postar aqui em homenagem a Tony Wilson, que morreu na última sexta. Mas achei esse vídeo no site da Uncut e po, é muito mais legal lembrar dele em imagens reais fazendo a melhor coisa que ele fez na vida - apresentar o Joy Division ao mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso aconteceu em 1978, no programa que Wilson apresentava na Granada Television, em Manchester. E a música que a banda toca depois é "Shadowplay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVr8YE4K7Fw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVr8YE4K7Fw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: O que eu achei de "24 Hour Party People" na primeira vez que vi, lá em 2002, está documentado &lt;a href="http://www.gardenal.org/bscene/cinema/24hour.htm"&gt;nesta crítica&lt;/a&gt; que eu fiz para a Bscene. Não vou reler, mas o que eu provavelmente não falei no texto é que eu sempre choro um pouquinho quando Ian Curtis aparece vestido de branco naquele caixão branco e o filme é bastante sensível neste momento. Adoro o filme, de verdade. Tony Wilson teve muitos afagos durante sua vida, não pode dizer que foi para o túmulo sem o reconhecimento devido. Mas podia ter ficado por aqui mais um pouco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2379251973289844956?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2379251973289844956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2379251973289844956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2379251973289844956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2379251973289844956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/tony-wilson-1950-2007.html' title='Tony Wilson 1950-2007'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-4369937759996525978</id><published>2007-08-13T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T07:20:03.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast</title><content type='html'>Já ouviu a participação de Marcelo Camelo no acústico de Sandy e Junior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/08/10/ouca_sandy_e_junior_com_ivete_sangalo_scorpions_e_foo_fighters_no_podcast_957149.html"&gt;Está aqui&lt;/a&gt;, mas se não quiser escutar pode pular direto para as músicas boas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-4369937759996525978?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/4369937759996525978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=4369937759996525978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4369937759996525978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4369937759996525978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/podcast.html' title='Podcast'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1387215075101247072</id><published>2007-08-10T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:13:55.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husky Rescue - entrevista</title><content type='html'>Ambient pop fofo. Air com Cardigans. Loiros pálidos da Finlândia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como falei no post anterior, a entrevista foi uma das mais gostosas que fiz este ano e Marko, o mentor da banda, foi bastante simpático e bem humorado - apesar do dia chuvoso e de estar dormindo pouco (segundo ele, no momento os dias em Helsinque têm 22 horas e meia de claridade. O verão finlandês é mesmo uma coisa estranha...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/08/10/da_fria_finlandia_husky_rescue_fala_sobre_seus_discos_que_estao_chegando_ao_brasil_958386.html"&gt;Clique aqui&lt;/a&gt; para ler a entrevista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lR5S32JOAo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lR5S32JOAo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1387215075101247072?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1387215075101247072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1387215075101247072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1387215075101247072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1387215075101247072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/husky-rescue-entrevista.html' title='Husky Rescue - entrevista'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1710902126105261841</id><published>2007-08-09T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:15:16.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>Muito trabalho para os próximos dias vai me deixar sem tempo de postar coisas por aqui. Vou apelar para os links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então prometo que amanhã vou publicar no iG e linkar aqui a entrevista que fiz com o Husky Rescue, banda finlandesa bonitinha que está lançando dois discos no Brasil. Discos bacanas, entrevista gostosa de fazer. A ligação para Helsinque estava melhor do que as que eu faço para São Bernardo e isso ainda me impressiona...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1710902126105261841?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1710902126105261841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1710902126105261841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1710902126105261841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1710902126105261841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/silncio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-6777107256581910702</id><published>2007-08-07T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:32:34.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world could die in pain</title><content type='html'>And I wouldn't feel no shame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-6777107256581910702?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/6777107256581910702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=6777107256581910702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6777107256581910702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6777107256581910702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/world-could-die-in-pain.html' title='The world could die in pain'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-5627380155492939140</id><published>2007-08-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T07:51:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tchau, Lee</title><content type='html'>Morreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bggeCwBR6Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_bggeCwBR6Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-5627380155492939140?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/5627380155492939140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=5627380155492939140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5627380155492939140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5627380155492939140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/tchau-lee.html' title='Tchau, Lee'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8243793465559913676</id><published>2007-08-01T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:02:57.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado, corações partidos</title><content type='html'>Deixe carregar e depois pule direto para os dois minutos e 56 segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7dWavdMLbI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7dWavdMLbI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's one thing to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;But another to make it last&lt;br /&gt;I thought that we were just begining&lt;br /&gt;And now you say we're in the past&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me we are really through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's one thing to say you love me&lt;br /&gt;But another to mean it from the heart&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't intend to see it through&lt;br /&gt;Why did we ever start&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you tell me&lt;br /&gt;You don't want my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand on your heart and tell me&lt;br /&gt;It's all over&lt;br /&gt;I won't believe it till you&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand on your heart and tell me&lt;br /&gt;That we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like to talk about forever&lt;br /&gt;Most people never get the chance&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna lose our love together&lt;br /&gt;Do you find a new romance&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you tell me&lt;br /&gt;You don't want my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand on your heart and tell me&lt;br /&gt;It's all over&lt;br /&gt;I won't believe it till you&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand on your heart and tell me&lt;br /&gt;That we're through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8243793465559913676?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8243793465559913676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8243793465559913676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8243793465559913676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8243793465559913676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/cuidado-coraes-partidos.html' title='Cuidado, corações partidos'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8903052759745553253</id><published>2007-08-01T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T11:32:55.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu falo</title><content type='html'>E eu tenho voz. Nunca me ouviu falar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrija isso, &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/08/01/green_day_korn_e_moveis_coloniais_de_acaju_no_podcast_desta_semana_947292.html"&gt;clique aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravo o podcast com Guto e Marco, comparsas do iG Música, toda semana. Às vezes fica bom, às vezes fica mais ou menos, mas esse tem até Josh Rouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8903052759745553253?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8903052759745553253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8903052759745553253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8903052759745553253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8903052759745553253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-falo.html' title='Eu falo'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-6703637044210798104</id><published>2007-07-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:47:25.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E o show do Rakes...</title><content type='html'>foi fraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaco. Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalha. Triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso o Móveis Coloniais, que eu achei que não fosse conseguir melhorar a impressão que tinha deixado no Curitiba Rock Festival, superou todas as expectativas. E fez a roda de polka! No Via Funchal! É a banda brasileira que tem que ser vista este ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/07/28/rakes_encerra_indie_rock_942328.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt; estão vídeos dos shows e a resenha feita às pressas no sábado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o frio de menos 10 graus do sábado me manteve bem longe da Clash onde Glen Matlock discotecava. Mal ae, fica para a próxima. E a próxima é Daniel Ash! Soltem os morcegos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-6703637044210798104?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/6703637044210798104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=6703637044210798104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6703637044210798104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6703637044210798104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/e-o-show-do-rakes.html' title='E o show do Rakes...'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1952059898158887726</id><published>2007-07-27T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:56:57.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pub, Club, Sleep</title><content type='html'>Exatamente como "Going Down" do Stones Roses, essa música tem o dom de me hipnotizar apenas com o som das palavras, não importa o que eles estejam dizendo. Deve ser alguma coisa na pronúncia ou no modo como os versos são encadeados. Sinto, mas não entendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso estou um tantinho ansiosa para ver como ela vai se sair ao vivo hoje à noite. Depois eu conto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXdO3ojPfTY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXdO3ojPfTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1952059898158887726?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1952059898158887726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1952059898158887726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1952059898158887726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1952059898158887726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/pub-club-sleep.html' title='Pub, Club, Sleep'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8966952004555285721</id><published>2007-07-24T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:48:36.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevista - Glen Matlock</title><content type='html'>No final desta semana, Glen Matlock - baixista original do Sex Pistols, não custa lembrar - vem ao Brasil para discotecar. Ele passa por Porto Alegre na sexta e no sábado vai estar no Clash. Eu devo passar lá pra ver qualé. Bora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umas semanas atrás, eu falei com o cara por telefone - simpático, bem humorado - e a entrevista está &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/07/20/baxista_lembra_30_anos_de_sex_pistols_e_promete_discotecagem_punk_932018.html"&gt;no iG&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8966952004555285721?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8966952004555285721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8966952004555285721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8966952004555285721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8966952004555285721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/entrevista-glen-matlock.html' title='Entrevista - Glen Matlock'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1035612244048779470</id><published>2007-07-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:06:08.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever Girls Like Clever Boys</title><content type='html'>...Much More Than Clever Boys Like Clever Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iU7Zm9ZlGhs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iU7Zm9ZlGhs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1035612244048779470?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1035612244048779470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1035612244048779470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1035612244048779470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1035612244048779470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/clever-girls-like-clever-boys.html' title='Clever Girls Like Clever Boys'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-559252338900963065</id><published>2007-07-23T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T08:23:29.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa a chuva molhar</title><content type='html'>Já que não pára de chover em São Paulo, um top 5 músicas sobre chuva que machucam o ouvido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deixa Chover" - Guilherme Arantes&lt;br /&gt;"Meu Guarda-Chuva" - Funk Como Le Gusta&lt;br /&gt;"Umbrella" - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;"Quando Chove" - Patrícia Marx&lt;br /&gt;"No Rain" - Blind Melon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci alguma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-559252338900963065?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/559252338900963065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=559252338900963065&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/559252338900963065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/559252338900963065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/deixa-chuva-molhar.html' title='Deixa a chuva molhar'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8013540048354550956</id><published>2007-07-19T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:12:56.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need someone to hold me</title><content type='html'>But I'll wait for something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F38bl0TXDxo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F38bl0TXDxo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8013540048354550956?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8013540048354550956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8013540048354550956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8013540048354550956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8013540048354550956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-someone-to-hold-me.html' title='I need someone to hold me'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-3075251335608689401</id><published>2007-07-19T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:25:48.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorria, Shane</title><content type='html'>Eu gosto mais do Shane quando ele sorri. Por que ele parece tão triste cantando essa música que me deixa tão feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQBLbY6nWq8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQBLbY6nWq8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-3075251335608689401?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/3075251335608689401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=3075251335608689401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meio viciada no disco novo do &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/shoutoutlouds"&gt;Shout Out Louds&lt;/a&gt; (ouça as duas primeiras), atrás do gostosinho &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/huskyrescue"&gt;Husky Rescue&lt;/a&gt; que a ST2 está lançando no Brasil e tentando entender por que eu acordei com "Lugar do Caralho" na cabeça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-7132201588178547176?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/7132201588178547176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=7132201588178547176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7202825502009797176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/los-campesinos.html' title='Los Campesinos!'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2104068734393580270</id><published>2007-07-10T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:34:17.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não consigo colocar título nesse post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era para ser "Men's Needs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música de dançar em homenagem ao fim de semana de baladas fortes - e à terça-feira de exaustão física e mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8Q8rQRNRvI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8Q8rQRNRvI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2104068734393580270?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2104068734393580270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2104068734393580270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.nme.com/news/29416"&gt;The Cure announce world tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá no pézinho da nota, tem isso:&lt;br /&gt;"The tour will continue into next year with European and South American datas, yet to be announced, to coincide with a new album".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1395676539168963926?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1395676539168963926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1395676539168963926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1395676539168963926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/blues-are-still-blue.html' title='The blues are still blue'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-5029273070317923202</id><published>2007-07-03T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:36:55.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Editors</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quinta-feira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resenha minha no iG Música sobre o segundo disco do Editors, &lt;em&gt;An End Has a Start:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somando todos os pontos, o Editors até que passa de ano, só que com esse disco ele não vai convencer ninguém a vestir preto no verão."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domingo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parada britânica:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Editors, &lt;em&gt;An End Has A Start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mereço a forca. Ou a rua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-5029273070317923202?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/5029273070317923202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=5029273070317923202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5029273070317923202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5029273070317923202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/editors.html' title='Editors'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-7569915802132152720</id><published>2007-07-02T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:37:53.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog novo</title><content type='html'>O iG Música agora tem um blog coletivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[aplausos]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente fez a loucura de juntar na mesma url pessoas de vários cantos do iG para dar dicas quentes, links legais, essas coisas. Os gosto não combinam, algumas pessoas nem gostam umas das outras, mas vamos ter que conviver. Seria mais divertido se o blig permitisse que uma pessoa editasse ou apagasse o post da outra, mas acho que vou ter que viver sem isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome dele é &lt;a href="http://mistureba.blig.ig.com.br/"&gt;Mistureba&lt;/a&gt;. Vá por sua conta e risco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-7569915802132152720?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/7569915802132152720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=7569915802132152720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7569915802132152720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7569915802132152720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-novo.html' title='Blog novo'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-7983252072419320812</id><published>2007-07-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:20:31.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grito do dia</title><content type='html'>Homesick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I no longer know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where home is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-7983252072419320812?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/7983252072419320812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=7983252072419320812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7983252072419320812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7983252072419320812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/07/msica-do-dia.html' title='Grito do dia'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-6897748617139596700</id><published>2007-06-29T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T08:54:56.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Venus</title><content type='html'>O que eu gosto no Super Furry Animals é que eu posso sempre confiar neles, eles &lt;strong&gt;nunca&lt;/strong&gt; me desapontam. &lt;strong&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;/strong&gt; eles lançaram &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a capa mais feia do ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081514477867766946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/RoUqfp5QFKI/AAAAAAAAABw/f0SncN1jacc/s320/sfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quanto ao conteúdo, eu estou baixando agora e prometo ouvir com o coração aberto assim que puder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-6897748617139596700?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/6897748617139596700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=6897748617139596700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6897748617139596700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6897748617139596700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-venus.html' title='Hey Venus'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/RoUqfp5QFKI/AAAAAAAAABw/f0SncN1jacc/s72-c/sfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-5217032209064791030</id><published>2007-06-28T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:12:51.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitdisco</title><content type='html'>Segundo melhor clipe do ano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXM5LGfpmrE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXM5LGfpmrE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-5217032209064791030?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/5217032209064791030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=5217032209064791030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5217032209064791030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5217032209064791030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/shitdisco.html' title='Shitdisco'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1732621280124270377</id><published>2007-06-26T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:56:01.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhores de 2007 (ou quase isso)</title><content type='html'>Ontem à tarde me pegaram com uma pergunta que eu andava evitando: aquela sobre os discos dos quais eu gostei este ano. Por sorte (?) eu não tenho nada melhor para fazer no momento, então resolvi levar a questão a sério e apontar os meus favoritos de 2007 até agora. E encarar a parte mais difícil que é dar nomes às decepções, olhar nos olhos dos que não vão entrar na lista e ser sincera: “Black Rebel querido, sinto muito mas dessa vez não vai dar”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos à lista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dexy’s Midnight Runners – Projected Passion Revue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravações um tanto toscas de apresentações anteriores ao primeiro disco mostram a formação que nunca foi registrada em estúdio e, dizem, é a melhor que o Midnight Runners já teve. Diante desse disco fica fácil de acreditar. Todo o rigor e a loucura ditatorial de Kevin Rowland aparecem em forma de arranjos que fazem o CD suar. É para nunca mais ouvir &lt;em&gt;Too Rye Aye&lt;/em&gt; da mesma forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s no need to turn it up&lt;br /&gt;If it’s pure i’ll feel it from here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy Winehouse – Back to Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É é é, Amy Amy Amy. Amy canta, Amy bebe, Amy casa, Amy bebe, Amy cai de bêbada, Amy em todos os lugares. Estou tão cansada de ouvir essas músicas em todos os cantos e ver Amy em todos os sites que já estou esquecendo o quanto o disco é bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinosaur Jr – Beyond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is All I Came to Do” me enche de um conforto que eu não vou tentar explicar. Isso quer dizer que eu estou velha e nostálgica? Preocupante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shins – Wincing the Night Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ele tem “Australia”, a música alegre mais triste do ano (e vice-versa). Ele entrou no Top 10 da Billboard e eu fiquei feliz pela banda. Eu fico feliz sempre que ouço “Australia”, que tem &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FkAz4stErM"&gt;o melhor clipe do ano&lt;/a&gt;. O disco tem momentos fracos, mas entra na lista. So give me your hand and let’s jump out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dean and Britta – Back Numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Beleza pura. Tenho vontade de ouvir “White Horses” até meus ouvidos sangrarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Klaxons – Myths of the Near Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, eu coloco na lista. E daí? “Golden Skans” me dá a impressão de que esses moleques acertaram direitinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Findlay Brown – Separated by the Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Folk tradicional. Enquanto José González não lança o segundo disco, o Findlay fica por aqui. Depois eu faço uma acareação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arctic Monkeys – Favourite Worst Nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estou pensando nesse aqui. Acho que vou deixar na lista só para depois não dizerem que eu não gosto de rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh Rouse &amp;amp; Paz Suay – She’s Spanish, I’m American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Falei dele aqui no blog há pouco tempo. Não vou me repetir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilco – Sky Blue Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Suspiro...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não queria colocar esse aqui. Ele é retrógrado, ele é caretão. Mas eu não sou tão forte... Meu coração de gelo derrete assim que Jeff abre a boca para cantar o que for. Eu sou dele para o que der e vier desde que ele me olhou no fundo dos olhos naquele show do Television, sentado na mesa ao lado da minha. E se ele me pede para ser paciente, eu serei. Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Músicas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Montreal – “A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger”&lt;br /&gt;Modest Mouse – “Dashboard”&lt;br /&gt;Clap Your Hands Say Yeah – “Five Easy Pieces”&lt;br /&gt;Black Rebel Motorcicle Club – “Weapon of Choice”&lt;br /&gt;The Veils – “Advice for Young Mothers to Be”&lt;br /&gt;Bonde do Rolê – “Solta o Frango”&lt;br /&gt;Franz Ferdinand – “All My Friends”&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Harris – “Acceptable in The 80's”&lt;br /&gt;The Rakes – “Trouble”&lt;br /&gt;Bang Gang – “Stop in the Name of Love”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou meu tempo (na verdade eu cansei) e ficaram uma porção de pendências, coisas que eu preciso ouvir melhor antes de fazer um julgamento justo (White Stripes, Interpol, Mark Ronson, Art Brut, Andrew Bird). Quando a falta do que fazer voltar a me assombrar, eu retomo isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1732621280124270377?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1732621280124270377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1732621280124270377&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1732621280124270377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1732621280124270377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/melhores-de-2007-ou-quase-isso.html' title='Melhores de 2007 (ou quase isso)'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-613806308506446609</id><published>2007-06-25T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:02:57.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Dept</title><content type='html'>Parece que em setembro &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theradiodept"&gt;eles&lt;/a&gt; vão dar as caras por aqui. Vai ser um bom mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1aT8fNBts8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1aT8fNBts8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: "Where Damage Isn't Already Done" é "A" música do Radio Dept, mas o clipe que existe no YouTube é horroroso demais para ser reproduzido. Aliás, clipes ruins parecem ser uma das especialidades da banda (tipo &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=db2HE7nAR-Y"&gt;esse aqui&lt;/a&gt;). Não vamos incentivá-los, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-613806308506446609?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/613806308506446609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=613806308506446609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/613806308506446609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/613806308506446609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/radio-dept.html' title='Radio Dept'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8575932187637813899</id><published>2007-06-25T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:59:11.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana: Interpol, Autoramas e Zodíaco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rn_lJv2-8wI/AAAAAAAAABo/uSl7Gvvt2Js/s1600-h/interpol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rn_lJv2-8wI/AAAAAAAAABo/uSl7Gvvt2Js/s200/interpol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080030860325876482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Interpol novo é ótimo. Passei o fim de semana feliz com ele, mas ainda não entendi a capa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O show Autoramas no CB no sábado foi muito bom. Hits para dar e vender, profissa e divertido, não faltou nada. Mas aquela discotecagem punk e hard rock para meninos de 14 anos me tira do sério. "Ballroom Blitz"?? Tenha dó de mim. Quando começou Hot Chip ("Over and Over", claro) lá no finzinho da noite, achei que o teto fosse cair sobre nossas cabeças. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi "Zodíaco" no domingo. E que filminho morno. O que está acontecendo com os diretores que eram tão bons nos anos 90? Por que eles nos fazem perder tempo e dinheiro com bobagens como essa e "A Dama na Água"? Esse é o primeiro vacilo de David Fincher. Não seria tão grave para um diretor medíocre, mas para um cara com sua filmografia é uma queda e tanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8575932187637813899?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8575932187637813899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8575932187637813899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8575932187637813899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8575932187637813899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/fim-de-semana-interpol-autoramas-e.html' title='Fim de semana: Interpol, Autoramas e Zodíaco'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rn_lJv2-8wI/AAAAAAAAABo/uSl7Gvvt2Js/s72-c/interpol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-398110751594121177</id><published>2007-06-21T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:09:43.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso sobre os comentários</title><content type='html'>Eu NÃO publico comentários anônimos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8751824340462837948</id><published>2007-06-18T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:30:49.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Stripes - Top 7</title><content type='html'>Era para ser um Top 5, mas não consegui enxugar tanto. Vai aí meu Top 7 White Stripes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - The Same Boy You've Always Known&lt;br /&gt;("The coldest blue ocean water cannot stop my heart and mind from burning" é imbatível)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Hotel Yorba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You're Told)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - My Doorbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Now Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - The Denial Twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Forever for Her (Is Over For Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: &lt;em&gt;Icky Thump&lt;/em&gt; é incrível. Criativo, variado, inventivo, mas com a personalidade intacta e um tesão palpável. Está ali reluzindo entre as melhores coisas que saíram este ano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps2: Isso mesmo, nenhuma de &lt;em&gt;Elephant&lt;/em&gt; (a melhor capa, o disco menos interessante) ou dos primeiros (meros rascunhos). A ligação afetiva com &lt;em&gt;White Blood Cells&lt;/em&gt; é grande e &lt;em&gt;Icky Thump&lt;/em&gt; ainda está sendo absorvido, mas "You Don't Know What Love Is" já ameaça "Hotel Yorba", só não quero me precipitar. Deixarei assim por enquanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8751824340462837948?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8751824340462837948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8751824340462837948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8751824340462837948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8751824340462837948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/white-stripes-top-7.html' title='White Stripes - Top 7'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2546353239795697266</id><published>2007-06-18T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:16:35.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dura verdade</title><content type='html'>"They're a band who give guys who like 20-minute guitar solos an excuse".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é Alex Kapranos falando sobre Television e &lt;em&gt;Marquee Moon&lt;/em&gt;. Está em uma matéria bacana do Guardian que traz outros malucos descendo a lenha em discos clássicos ou muito hypados: Beatles, Nirvana, Arcade Fire ("it's for people in cars"), Pink Floyd, The Doors ("Morrison was more like a drunk asshole than an intelligent poet"), todos &lt;a href="http://music.guardian.co.uk/rock/story/0,,2102991,00.html"&gt;lá&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2546353239795697266?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2546353239795697266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2546353239795697266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2546353239795697266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2546353239795697266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/dura-verdade.html' title='A dura verdade'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2069516133929844026</id><published>2007-06-18T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T06:59:11.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missão do dia</title><content type='html'>Fazer um Top 5 do White Stripes. Por enquanto a lista está com 11 músicas - e aumentando. A missão é resolver isso até o fim do dia. Aguarde...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2069516133929844026?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2069516133929844026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2069516133929844026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2069516133929844026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2069516133929844026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/misso-do-dia.html' title='Missão do dia'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-3969718342636264959</id><published>2007-06-15T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:08:22.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madeleine</title><content type='html'>O dia não tem notícias. Não tem sol, não tem boas novas ou grandes planos. Teve um alfajor uruguaio sensacional - ele durou pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas em setembro teremos ela por aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfJrwLJJp3A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfJrwLJJp3A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-3969718342636264959?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/3969718342636264959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=3969718342636264959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3969718342636264959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3969718342636264959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/selfish-jean.html' title='Madeleine'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-3889840475429613172</id><published>2007-06-14T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T08:06:16.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O novo de Paul McCartney</title><content type='html'>"No encarte, ele é fotografado de terno caro e camisa branca, mas uma das imagens entrega um All Star surrado no pé, velho Paul de sempre. Sentimental, otimista, generoso, simples e com uma jovialidade que lhe permite brincar com distorções de vez em quando, ainda que em geral ele esteja mais inclinado a guitarras acústicas e piano."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá no iG, &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2007/06/13/paul_mccartney_brmemory_almost_full_824648.html"&gt;sabe onde é&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-3889840475429613172?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/3889840475429613172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=3889840475429613172&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3889840475429613172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3889840475429613172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-novo-de-paul-mccartney.html' title='O novo de Paul McCartney'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2844771614000988739</id><published>2007-06-12T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T12:52:28.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucurinha</title><content type='html'>A primeira vez no site da Erika Palomino a gente nunca esquece: &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075267037219975922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rm74ev2-8vI/AAAAAAAAABg/N9MSpTnEYdU/s320/jose+gonzalez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Essa foto está no diário da turnê do José González feito pela Aninha Garcia. &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/externo/2007/06/12/confira_o_diario_da_turne_de_jose_gonzalez_pelo_brasil_822623.html"&gt;Leia aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2844771614000988739?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2844771614000988739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2844771614000988739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2844771614000988739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2844771614000988739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/loucurinha.html' title='Loucurinha'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rm74ev2-8vI/AAAAAAAAABg/N9MSpTnEYdU/s72-c/jose+gonzalez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2652504245678874211</id><published>2007-06-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:42:10.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rm2Wdf2-8tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Va58WX5SUx0/s1600-h/cover_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074877788628906706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="170" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rm2Wdf2-8tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Va58WX5SUx0/s200/cover_art.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A música do momento faz parte da série "músicas que valem mais pelo nome do que por todo o resto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm Thru Writing Lovesongs For You"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É do Honeymoon Over! (ainda não sei o que pensar de bandas que usam pontuação no nome), um duo sueco de indie pop eletrônico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ep todo (com músicas mais legais que essa) pode ser baixado aqui: &lt;a href="http://www.fruktrecords.se/"&gt;http://www.fruktrecords.se/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2652504245678874211?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2652504245678874211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2652504245678874211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2652504245678874211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2652504245678874211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/honeymoon-over.html' title='Honeymoon Over!'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rm2Wdf2-8tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Va58WX5SUx0/s72-c/cover_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-7166578235565745953</id><published>2007-06-11T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:04:55.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No feriado, José González (de novo), Charme Chulo e muito Elvis</title><content type='html'>Chega a ser espantoso que José González, com sua timidez toda, tenha escolhido uma forma tão básica e solitária de fazer música. Tocando sozinho com um único violão, ele aceita ser o centro das atenções como se isso pesasse toneladas, fixa o seu olhar no microfone durante todo o tempo e, quando fala, as frases saem curtas e fogem correndo, permeadas de risinhos constrangidos, para se esconder em algum lugar escuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao seu pocket show na última sexta-feira em uma livraria no cento da cidade. Eu estava tão perto dele que conseguia ouvir sua voz sem intermediários, antes mesmo que ela me atingisse pelo amplificador, também colado em mim. Linda voz, ótimo violonista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tivemos cerca de meia-hora de apresentação (acho, não estava marcando) tranqüila, íntima e leve. José atendeu aos pedidos de bis tocando a sua versão de "Hand on Your Heart" da Kylie Minogue (obrigada) e depois tchau que ele tinha que ir para o Chile. Volte sempre. Nota 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda na sexta, fui ver o Charme Chulo no Inferno. Apesar do público esquisito demais até para um inferninho da rua Augusta, o show valeu a pena. O grupo se embolou em alguns momentos, mas em geral deu conta do repertório bacana. E divertiu. Nota 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resto do fim de semana foi de descanso e cuidados com o cachorro enfermo. Eu não o escolhi e o aceitei sem muito estusiasmo, mas agora ele divide a casa comigo e está doente. É um bebê dos mais encantadores, que se coloca em minhas mãos com amor e confiança e, se eu não cuidar direito dele, ele pode morrer. E isso acaba comigo. A preocupação com esse bicho me tira o sono e me faz sair da cama no meio da madrugada para ir checar a origem do choro (sempre manha) e mostrar para ele que ele não está sozinho e pode contar comigo a qualquer hora, até mesmo às três da manhã de um feriado. Essas coisas de mãe superprotetora e neurótica. Ele se chama Elvis e é da Ana - pode chamar minha casa de Graceland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-7166578235565745953?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/7166578235565745953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=7166578235565745953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7166578235565745953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7166578235565745953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-feriado-jos-gonzlez-de-novo-charme.html' title='No feriado, José González (de novo), Charme Chulo e muito Elvis'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-5268227546633200909</id><published>2007-06-06T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:38:33.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>José González</title><content type='html'>E até parece que você já não sabia que eu ia chorar com "Heartbeats"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072975487483966146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/RmbUU_2-8sI/AAAAAAAAABI/0ZDPma85qFA/s320/jose+gonzalez.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mais aqui: &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/06/06/pequeno_e_timido_jose_gonzalez_abre_seu_coracao_em_sao_paulo_816016.html"&gt;Pequeno e tímido, José González abre seu coração em São Paulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A foto é do Mac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-5268227546633200909?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/5268227546633200909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=5268227546633200909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5268227546633200909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/5268227546633200909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/jos-gonzlez.html' title='José González'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/RmbUU_2-8sI/AAAAAAAAABI/0ZDPma85qFA/s72-c/jose+gonzalez.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-6390412303308649202</id><published>2007-06-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:14:19.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A natureza das coisas</title><content type='html'>Meu tapete está tão sujo que está me deprimindo. Eu fico olhando para ele enquanto ouço músicas que eu não quero ouvir, mas que me forço a enfrentar porque me dei ao trabalho de baixar. A vida já é tão cheia de obrigações e, não satisfeita, eu crio mais algumas para matar meu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou organizando alguns cds de mp3 (e olhando para o tapete) e me deparo com álbuns que eu ouvi uma única vez - a maioria pela metade - e acho que nunca mais vou voltar a escutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caesars palace - love for the streets&lt;br /&gt;the house of love - days run away&lt;br /&gt;tullycraft - singles&lt;br /&gt;montag - going places&lt;br /&gt;little barrie - we are little barrie&lt;br /&gt;starsailor - silence is easy&lt;br /&gt;isobel campbell - amorino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pausa para ouvir "Fuzzy". Nem tudo está perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleetwood mac - tusk&lt;br /&gt;hot hot heat - elevator&lt;br /&gt;the thrills - lets bottle bohemia&lt;br /&gt;the horrors - strange house&lt;br /&gt;fountains of wayne - traffic and weather&lt;br /&gt;feist - the reminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você souber da existência de algum motivo bom - mas bom mesmo - para eu ouvir algum desses discos uma segunda vez, vá aos comentários. Ou cale-se para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23:48, encaro o tapete e tento me animar a limpá-lo. É tarde, mas amanhã vai ser ainda mais difícil. Tem show do José González no Sesc Vila Mariana, compromisso obrigatório (você deveria ir) e aí foda-se o tapete porque não se sai de um show de um sueco como ele para limpar nada que não seja a própria alma. Seria mundano demais, e José González é etéreo. Vamos respeitar a natureza das coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-6390412303308649202?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/6390412303308649202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=6390412303308649202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6390412303308649202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6390412303308649202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/natureza-das-coisas.html' title='A natureza das coisas'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8021343318236771202</id><published>2007-06-04T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:18:58.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para lembrar que o YouTube é a invenção do século</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VK-6iMhNLQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VK-6iMhNLQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8021343318236771202?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8021343318236771202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8021343318236771202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8021343318236771202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8021343318236771202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/para-lembrar-que-o-youtube-inveno-do.html' title='Para lembrar que o YouTube é a invenção do século'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-598578910393708828</id><published>2007-06-04T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:48:11.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para adocicar a segunda-feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVw6i_gdUZ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVw6i_gdUZ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-598578910393708828?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/598578910393708828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=598578910393708828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/598578910393708828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/598578910393708828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/06/para-tentar-deixar-semana-mais-doce.html' title='Para adocicar a segunda-feira'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8654226366662227617</id><published>2007-05-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T07:23:41.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitantes recentes</title><content type='html'>Meus pensamentos brotam em um emaranhados de sotaques. É o pouquinho que eu consigo guardar de cada um dos que passaram por mim nessa última semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8654226366662227617?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8654226366662227617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8654226366662227617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8654226366662227617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8654226366662227617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/05/visitantes-recentes.html' title='Visitantes recentes'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-2923487764152821302</id><published>2007-05-30T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:31:12.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais discos de 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Veils - Nux Vomica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sons que começam vir à mente: Nick Cave. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. Leonard Cohen. Arcade Fire. "Advice For Young Mothers to Be" entra no repeat. Fazia algum tempo que não simpatizava tanto um disco pego às cegas, de uma banda sobre a qual não tinha nenhuma referência. O lado blues não me agrada muito ("Jesus for the Jugular"). Hum, é ele quem prevalece na segunda metade do disco, já não está assim tão bom... Mas vale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rl3s5mowZVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xOhd0a38sps/s1600-h/josh+rouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070469229857236306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rl3s5mowZVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xOhd0a38sps/s200/josh+rouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh Rouse &amp; Paz Suay - She's Spanish, I'm American&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse é de janeiro e estava aqui no meu hd sendo desprezado desde então. Que injustiça. Tão curtinho e tão bonitinho. Indie pop sem muita frescura. Tenho a impressão que "Car Crash", a primeira faixa, é o que o Magic Numbers tenta fazer e não consegue: um bom pop swingado com timbres anos 70. A segunda faixa ("Jon Jon") é mais Teenage Fanclub. Acabo de ouvir o EP todo pela segunda vez e tenho vontade de ouvir uma terceira. Vamos nessa, que mal pode haver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjork - Volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idéia abortada na metade da segunda música. Eu não tenho paciência para Bjork, sinto muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-2923487764152821302?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/2923487764152821302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=2923487764152821302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2923487764152821302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/2923487764152821302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/05/mais-discos-de-2007.html' title='Mais discos de 2007'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Rl3s5mowZVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xOhd0a38sps/s72-c/josh+rouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1272133076878502127</id><published>2007-05-28T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:18:19.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é o fim do mundo</title><content type='html'>Já coloquei esse clipe aqui? Não, né? Vacilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Sport - It's Not the End of The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7e6Y2ScOaBk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7e6Y2ScOaBk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: O Le Sport tem um só disco lançado e já não existe mais. Pena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1272133076878502127?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1272133076878502127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1272133076878502127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1272133076878502127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1272133076878502127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-o-fim-do-mundo.html' title='Não é o fim do mundo'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-6080175108620558591</id><published>2007-05-23T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:50:38.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resenhinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1990´s - Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita influência de Modern Lovers com pouca inspiração. Falta humor, para começar. Uma tentativa meio Franz Ferdinand de botar disco music no punk pop ("See You At The Lights") é minha faixa favorita. Mas de resto o disco passa em brancas nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;Prefira: Modern Lovers - "Dignified and Old"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Clientele - God Save the Clientele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada disco que lança, o Clientele se afasta mais da sonoridade do início - aquela da qual eu gostava tremendamente. Ele perde aquele véu que dava a impressão de que para chegar aos meus ouvidos as músicas estavam atravessando um nevoeiro espesso ou vindo de uma outra época, um passado indefinível. Tudo era embaçado e nostálgico e isso me dava uma sensação ótima. Será que afinal era tudo resultado de má produção? Talvez um pouco. Por isso talvez a culpa deste disco soar tão límpido seja de Mark Nevers, do Lambchop, que ajudou na gravação. A magia se foi, mas ainda há boas músicas. Favorita no momento: "From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica", mas "The Queen of Seville" tem um arranjo lindo.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor ouvir: "Reflections After Jane", da coletânea Suburban Light de 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-9OZzTpbUY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-9OZzTpbUY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu falo sobre o segundo do Razorlight &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2007/05/22/razorlight_br_razorlight_796546.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-6080175108620558591?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/6080175108620558591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=6080175108620558591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6080175108620558591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6080175108620558591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/05/resenhinhas.html' title='Resenhinhas'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-4044520618638411262</id><published>2007-05-23T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:26:59.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matéria da semana</title><content type='html'>Ok, a matéira nem é tão boa, mas a chamada é a melhor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bono tortures Britney Spears with a voodoo potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.guardian.co.uk/news/story/0,,2084647,00.html"&gt;Aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-4044520618638411262?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/4044520618638411262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=4044520618638411262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4044520618638411262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4044520618638411262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/05/matria-da-semana.html' title='Matéria da semana'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-4630945401249306173</id><published>2007-05-16T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:51:10.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enquanto resolvo a mudança, entrevistas</title><content type='html'>Sem internet em casa fica difícil atualizar o blog. Espero resolver isso hoje, vou ver se dá certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mudança que eu mencionei em um post anterior - andaram me perguntando - não foi das mais radicais. Apenas troquei o ABC pela capital, mais perto do trabalho e de todo o resto (em São Bernardo eu estava perto do que mesmo?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para não deixar isso aqui muito parado, vou postar links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, vale a pena fazer aqui uma propagandazinha da entrevista que fiz com Andy Rourke, baixista do Smiths. Ele chega no Brasil esta semana para discotecar. Uns dizem que ele manda bem, outros acham que é picaretagem, depois eu digo quem tem razão. A entrevista &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/05/15/vindo_ao_brasil_como_dj_andy_rourke_fala_sobre_nova_banda_e_o_retorno_do_smiths_788430.html"&gt;está aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias depois, gaguejei com Erasmo Carlos. Ele está lançado um disco novo e ligou pra me contar. &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/05/09/cercado_de_convidados_erasmo_carlos_regrava_sucessos_e_lados_b_780842.html"&gt;Leia aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda na categoria conversas bacanas tem o Camisa de Vênus, que está começando uma nova turnê. E essa tem vídeo (que não roda no Firefox, acho bom avisar). &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/05/10/camisa_de_venus_volta_aos_palcos_e_quer_papa_como_convidado_783078.html"&gt;Siga o link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-4630945401249306173?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/4630945401249306173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=4630945401249306173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4630945401249306173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4630945401249306173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/05/enquanto-resolvo-mudana-entrevistas.html' title='Enquanto resolvo a mudança, entrevistas'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-7550464296622176578</id><published>2007-04-30T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:48:50.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coachella</title><content type='html'>Tape os ouvidos. Eu não consigo olhar para este set list sem gritar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Never Understand&lt;br /&gt;Head On&lt;br /&gt;Far Gone and Out&lt;br /&gt;Sidewalking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Happy When It Rains&lt;br /&gt;Snakedriver&lt;br /&gt;Between Planets&lt;br /&gt;Blues From A Gun&lt;br /&gt;Cracking Up&lt;br /&gt;Some Candy Talking&lt;br /&gt;New Track&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Just Like Honey (feat. Scarlett Johannsen)&lt;br /&gt;Reverence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/RjZ-FE3HqwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZIjtuHpoQVE/s1600-h/29913.JAMC01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059369857066707714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/RjZ-FE3HqwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZIjtuHpoQVE/s320/29913.JAMC01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-7550464296622176578?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/7550464296622176578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=7550464296622176578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7550464296622176578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/7550464296622176578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/04/coachella-eu-no-fui.html' title='Coachella'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/RjZ-FE3HqwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZIjtuHpoQVE/s72-c/29913.JAMC01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-4827823912664555368</id><published>2007-04-29T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:03:27.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém aí?</title><content type='html'>Desânimo, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano está correndo e não tenho dado conta de ouvir as coisas que eu gosto e me fazem feliz + as coisas novas. Tenho perdido muito tempo com as primeiras, acho. Agora: John Cale - "Hallelujah". Próxima: não faço idéia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que os fãs loucos do Keane pararam de me deixar recados revoltados em todos os cantos acho que já posso voltar a escrever por aqui. Com toda a hostilidade que me atropelou achei melhor parar, tirei o link que trazia do orkut para cá e eles não chegaram nesse cantinho. Ufa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os próximos dias, grandes mudanças. Mudarei de casa, de cidade, de companhias, horários, rotina. Por dentro, tudo vai igual mas pior. Ando arisca, intratável, ainda mais difícil. Parabéns aos que me aturam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otis Redding - "(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou pensando em me obrigar - com esse blog - a ouvir tudo o que de mais ou menos relevante foi lançado este ano, talvez eu faça isso. Eu deveria fazer isso. Ou não, sacumé, muitas mudanças à vista... Ainda tenho dois dias de descanso pela frente, é um bom momento pra começar um projeto. É isso, amanhã volto aqui e coloco minha idéia em prática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Charade - "Dressed In Yellow And Blue"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-4827823912664555368?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/4827823912664555368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=4827823912664555368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4827823912664555368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4827823912664555368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/04/algum.html' title='Alguém aí?'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-4975069764597700633</id><published>2007-04-11T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:14:16.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A paixão está nos detalhes</title><content type='html'>Ele tomba a cabeça para os lados quando canta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJybL9OfaBs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJybL9OfaBs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-4975069764597700633?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/4975069764597700633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=4975069764597700633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4975069764597700633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4975069764597700633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/04/paixo-est-nos-detalhes.html' title='A paixão está nos detalhes'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-4229301748422624102</id><published>2007-03-31T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T15:56:16.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpol</title><content type='html'>O terceiro álbum deve sair no meio deste ano - estou curiosa. O segundo é bom, gosto dele. Tem "Slow Hands", "Evil", "Not Even Jail" (adoro essa). Mas o primeiro tem essa. E essa é foda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkBAUqp6NKg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkBAUqp6NKg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resgatei isso do passado recente e tenho ouvido porque aproveitei umas promoções e comprei os dois (que só tinha em mp3 até então) por preços ridículamente baixos. Música boa para as massas, meu novo lema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-4229301748422624102?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/4229301748422624102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=4229301748422624102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4229301748422624102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4229301748422624102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/interpol.html' title='Interpol'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-3796295865375557915</id><published>2007-03-31T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T15:45:28.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criticando</title><content type='html'>Tem dado aqueles pulinhos regulares no iG Música?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem resenha de &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2007/03/26/the_long_blondes_brsomeone_to_drive_you_home_728936.html"&gt;Long Blondes&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2007/03/16/graforreia_xilarmonica_brao_vivo_718096.html"&gt;Graforréia Xilarmônica&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-3796295865375557915?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/3796295865375557915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=3796295865375557915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3796295865375557915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3796295865375557915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/criticando.html' title='Criticando'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-4874493083770002167</id><published>2007-03-25T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T08:41:04.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling YOU!</title><content type='html'>Pensou que a febre sueca tinha passado? No-no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome da banda é My Darling YOU!  O EP se chama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Heart Beats Too Fast for Our Friendship to Last&lt;/span&gt;. E "a" música é "Everything Alright" e &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mydarlingyou"&gt;está aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;a href="http://www.mydarlingyou.com/"&gt;site oficial&lt;/a&gt; tem ainda a faixa "Please Don't Talk To Me I Fall In Love So Easily".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de passar a semana toda tratando música como trabalho é um alívio ver que eu ainda consigo me divertir de verdade com isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-4874493083770002167?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/4874493083770002167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=4874493083770002167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4874493083770002167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4874493083770002167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-darling-you.html' title='My Darling YOU!'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8838605288452617583</id><published>2007-03-19T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:49:42.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem mandou não estudar?</title><content type='html'>E então você passa quatro anos (e meio, no caso) fazendo faculdade para isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/03/19/fas_do_guns_n_roses_promovem_encontro_e_concurso_de_melhor_cover_721222.html"&gt;Fãs do Guns 'n Roses promovem encontro e concurso de melhor cover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8838605288452617583?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8838605288452617583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8838605288452617583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8838605288452617583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8838605288452617583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/quem-mandou-no-estudar.html' title='Quem mandou não estudar?'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-3225849067208383192</id><published>2007-03-18T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T11:41:56.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Shop Boys - 17/03 - Credicard Hall</title><content type='html'>Eu odeio o Gugu por ter ensinado as pessoas a acompanharem as músicas gritando "uh! uh! uh! uh!". Queria morrer quando começou o show do Pet Shop Boys ontem à noite e as pessoas fizeram isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando começaram os hits, eu fiquei com medo de outra coisa. Aquele monte de homens altos e fortérrimos pulando eufóricos pra cima e pra baixo parecia mesmo uma ameaça à minha integridade física. Mas acabou tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crítica do show &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/03/18/diversao_eletronica_e_politica_consagra_o_pet_shop_boys_em_sp_719757.html"&gt;está aqui&lt;/a&gt;. Mas acho que &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auEsF9x-rCA"&gt;esse vídeo&lt;/a&gt; do You Tube é mais revelador e sintetiza quase tudo o que eu tentei dizer em palavras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-3225849067208383192?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/3225849067208383192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=3225849067208383192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3225849067208383192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3225849067208383192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/pet-shop-boys-1703-credicard-hall.html' title='Pet Shop Boys - 17/03 - Credicard Hall'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1977782806044356578</id><published>2007-03-14T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T12:45:27.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você sabe que está ficando famoso quando...</title><content type='html'>Começa a incomodar: &lt;a href="http://stoppeterbjornandjohn.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;http://stoppeterbjornandjohn.blogspot.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qY-FBXeildk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qY-FBXeildk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1977782806044356578?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1977782806044356578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1977782806044356578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1977782806044356578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1977782806044356578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/voc-sabe-que-est-ficando-famoso-quando.html' title='Você sabe que está ficando famoso quando...'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-8479270878759740989</id><published>2007-03-08T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:31:04.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viaduto</title><content type='html'>Passei por cima de Bush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-8479270878759740989?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/8479270878759740989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=8479270878759740989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8479270878759740989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/8479270878759740989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/viaduto.html' title='Viaduto'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-6592692254300831401</id><published>2007-03-07T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:20:33.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adams - Credicard Hall</title><content type='html'>Pois é, fui ao show do Bryan Adams ontem. O bicho tem tantos hits que durou quase duas horas.&lt;br /&gt;Pior momento: "Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman" ao vivo foi uma das coisas mais cafonas que eu já vi na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor momento: "Heaven", diretamente do inconsciente coletivo para um coro de mais de três mil vozes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resto &lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/principal/2007/03/07/bryan_adams_faz_show_correto_e_sem_surpresas_em_sao_paulo_706177.html"&gt;foi assim&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txtnoticialongab" id="TXTNot"&gt;&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;"Ao lado de uma banda correta mas quase inexpressiva (exceção para o guitarrista), o canadense mostrou que sua voz rouquinha está em perfeito estado e que é um operário competente. Há muito tempo ele faz da música um trabalho e se comporta como um funcionário dedicado e eficiente que cumpre sua função na medida certa, sem muita paixão ou suor e nenhum improviso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-6592692254300831401?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/6592692254300831401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=6592692254300831401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6592692254300831401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/6592692254300831401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/bryan-adams-credicard-hall.html' title='Bryan Adams - Credicard Hall'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-4541639483874835913</id><published>2007-03-05T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:59:06.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Morrison Live at Montreux</title><content type='html'>Não é segredo que Van Morrison é um artista imprevisível e temperamental, o que pode resultar em shows ótimos ou não tão bons (ruim é uma palavra difícil de aplicar nesse caso), e este DVD é um exemplo do melhor e do pior deste irlandês de personalidade difícil. Se em 80 Van faz um concerto nota dez, em 74 a platéia não saiu de lá muito satisfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://igpop.ig.com.br/lancamentos/2007/03/05/van_morrison_brlive_at_montreux_703245.html"&gt;Mais aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-4541639483874835913?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/4541639483874835913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=4541639483874835913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4541639483874835913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/4541639483874835913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/van-morrison-live-at-montreux.html' title='Van Morrison Live at Montreux'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-3109020056792340097</id><published>2007-03-04T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:39:26.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me - Cohen</title><content type='html'>I never found the girl&lt;br /&gt;I never got rich&lt;br /&gt;Follow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Retl-YyS9xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DTeykStgMNQ/s1600-h/lcohen+-+follow+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Retl-YyS9xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DTeykStgMNQ/s400/lcohen+-+follow+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038232730623735570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MDlMdu2gjw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1MDlMdu2gjw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-3109020056792340097?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/3109020056792340097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=3109020056792340097&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3109020056792340097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/3109020056792340097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me - Cohen'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6qW12A1folQ/Retl-YyS9xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DTeykStgMNQ/s72-c/lcohen+-+follow+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22458105.post-1240224705683136943</id><published>2007-03-01T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:51:51.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraqueza</title><content type='html'>Hoje, quando eu voltava para casa (longe do You Tube e de "Pop! Goes My Heart"), um moço bonito sorriu para mim no ônibus porque eu estava dançando &lt;a href="http://www.candlerecords.com.au/resources/sound/Chapter.html"target="_blank"&gt;essa música&lt;/a&gt;. Não que eu estivesse me esbaldando nem nada, mas ele percebeu que meu remelexo era diferente do balançar geral dos passageiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo evitar. Eu comecei este blog falando desta música do Lucksmiths e quando volto a ela, tempos depois, me derreto feio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma fraude. Tirem todas as músicas boas e sérias de perto de mim, confisquem meus discos decentes! Tudo o que eu quero e mereço é morrer abraçada a um single de indie pop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22458105-1240224705683136943?l=poppara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/feeds/1240224705683136943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22458105&amp;postID=1240224705683136943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1240224705683136943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22458105/posts/default/1240224705683136943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppara.blogspot.com/2007/03/fraqueza.html' title='Fraqueza'/><author><name>Juliana Zambelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03033281479639988301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qW12A1folQ/SJoEpYlIxQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wwmYFBqF8sY/s1600-R/2723669151_d2a28852a6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
