Alcir loves music. He loves to send messages thru music….
Here’s one he sent me months ago… he still plays it for me
sometimes when we visit.
Although it’s his secret, he’s a serious romantic.
Live Concert on Copacabana Beach!!! FREEEE!!!
OH YA! I was There, 2006, with my Brasilian boyfriend…….
……..it was sensational. Two Million Brasilians Partying together,
covering the Entire Copacabana Beach and Walkways. Brilliant!!
Go to youtube to find the Whole Concert… Just Released…. wow
On to my next adventure! It’s time to move to my new
place, and be alone for the first time in three weeks….
something I really enjoy.
I pack lightly, a friend will drive my things to the other
side of the island in a day or two, as weight restrictions
on these interisland flights are limiting.
My friend J meets me, decked out in Fedora and string
tie, looking all island glam, and we pick up where we left
off years ago. Real friends are like that, aren’t they?
His wife E is on the mainland for a few days, so he and I play
catchup, and he shows me His island life. The music he shares
is so uplifting and inspirational, very broad based and hip.
Here’s one of his Very Favorites… between Jazz, Classic Rock,
and Alternative stuff I’d never heard, this was the One he
played the most of…
Such an Uplifting Message!
They are staying in a gorgeous, huge place, in the middle of
a papaya farm, with jungle views and distant blues…
They go swimming every day!
He drives his van around the coolest spots, where we swim
in the little lagoons and find the hidden lava pools, where
families gather to embrace the sparkling blue energies from
deep within the island hollows.
We go to a hula show, a Real one at a small bar, with several
members of the same family, all different ages, and the
sweetest voices ever.
My friend has this beautiful awakening to Hawaiian music
and hula, actually grokking its essence and spirituality.
He’s higher than the clouds now, and we are both blissed out.
Alcir called several times, drunk and bummed out about his boat…
or should I say his Not Boat.
One time he’s happy, the next very sad… and what he calls
“Drunk as a Skunk”.
I feel strangely distant, and find myself gaining perspectives
on some of it… at least on the bi-polar aspects of his world.
Journal… Thurs June 9, 2005
“I just begin wondering if it will ever work out. It all seems so
far away, and he doesn’t seem to be able to break out of his
web of restraints.
I must go on alone, and let things open for me, set up a future
that has no definition. Shit… I thought alone was done for.
This whole thing seems a little cruel.”
“Can I deal with a drunk who does drugs, hates his mother,
has few friends and major regrets about his life? That’s a lot.
When he’s straight, he’s Aquarian, cool, controlled, serious
and thought provoking. He’s brilliant and very sane.
When he’s drunk, he’s funny… then progresses to morbidly
sad and focuses on my ass. Not really appealing. ”
On Sunday, I will go to the housesitting place, get introduced to
the scene there in Pahoa, and get to know the little animal folk
I will be living with.
The woman will be there a couple days, and then leave for
many weeks. I’m excited!
So… are you getting there? …. Are your pots polished?
Are your candles warming?
Do you need just a little more inspiration?
Then enjoy Antonio Carlos Jobim, the guy, the man,
the king of bossa nova, and also of
>>>>> Brilliant Timing <<<<<
… and beloved by all Brasilians… and the world.
i used to sing this in the band i was in….
i’d sing it in portuguese, and then in english, and I used to
think about singing it to him someday.
and then I got to do just that.
in english and portuguese…
…while we danced.