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Sandros skin and teeth tell us he is about forty or something.
He is wearing black pants and a black (slightly too big for him) band t-shirt. His hair is very long and combed (from the back you could get the impression he was in fact a teenage rocker girl). His voice, the sound of it, his ability to make it change and his presence in general, is magnificent.
Sandro’s Brazilian. He sits on a black stool with a black acustic/electric guitar and smiles at us widely as we come in. “Darn you just got here for the last song…” (with sadness, in Portuguese, half of him smiling still.) We say “No!”, we make him go on. You can tell he is genuinely happy now, flips through his book, we get us some shots, he sings bob Dylan pink Floyd and Simon & Garfunkel to us, for us... We know every song of course, sing it with almighty spirit, loud and firmly, facing him - we're like a 6 person audience to a concert (hardly anyone else is around there). -
Sandro goes into Janis Joplin at a really high pitch for a man, a lot of the time not knowing the lyrics that well (says his English is not that good) but still beautifully, making them up sometimes as he goes, singing the exact same way he probably would for a crowd of 2thousand people sitting down.
And in the end of pinkfloyd songs he gives out the echoes and noises these little incredible sounds with his voice while he tosses his hair around a bit. We are “encantados” by him.
We dink our shots (Sara spills half of hers), Tiago says “dude you gotta know “summertime”! it’s the best song ever!”, I flip through his book of lyrics, he says bob dylan has too many words. We (audience)talk between ourselves, stuff like the blog we are going to create, and how fado should be for everyone and not so god damn expensive, and this summer and stuff…Tiago wants me to ask him to play hendrix(he is being silly).
Sandro stops in the middle of a song to say how great we are to like this kind of music. We sing even louder (getting a bit drunk now, at least me), Daniela goes off to find “bolos”, I give Sandro my phone number when he asks me for it, and I tell him we’ll come next Thursday.
Daniela comes back (with no bolos) - it's late for us "Paredenses" who have trains to catch all the time - Sandro plays a song with goodbye in it and we leave waving, smiling, singing...
S.
you definitely rock, man
*
Sandros skin and teeth tell us he is about forty or something.
He is wearing black pants and a black (slightly too big for him) band t-shirt. His hair is very long and combed (from the back you could get the impression he was in fact a teenage rocker girl). His voice, the sound of it, his ability to make it change and his presence in general, is magnificent.
Sandro’s Brazilian. He sits on a black stool with a black acustic/electric guitar and smiles at us widely as we come in. “Darn you just got here for the last song…” (with sadness, in Portuguese, half of him smiling still.) We say “No!”, we make him go on. You can tell he is genuinely happy now, flips through his book, we get us some shots, he sings bob Dylan pink Floyd and Simon & Garfunkel to us, for us... We know every song of course, sing it with almighty spirit, loud and firmly, facing him - we're like a 6 person audience to a concert (hardly anyone else is around there). -
Sandro goes into Janis Joplin at a really high pitch for a man, a lot of the time not knowing the lyrics that well (says his English is not that good) but still beautifully, making them up sometimes as he goes, singing the exact same way he probably would for a crowd of 2thousand people sitting down.
And in the end of pinkfloyd songs he gives out the echoes and noises these little incredible sounds with his voice while he tosses his hair around a bit. We are “encantados” by him.
We dink our shots (Sara spills half of hers), Tiago says “dude you gotta know “summertime”! it’s the best song ever!”, I flip through his book of lyrics, he says bob dylan has too many words. We (audience)talk between ourselves, stuff like the blog we are going to create, and how fado should be for everyone and not so god damn expensive, and this summer and stuff…Tiago wants me to ask him to play hendrix(he is being silly).
Sandro stops in the middle of a song to say how great we are to like this kind of music. We sing even louder (getting a bit drunk now, at least me), Daniela goes off to find “bolos”, I give Sandro my phone number when he asks me for it, and I tell him we’ll come next Thursday.
Daniela comes back (with no bolos) - it's late for us "Paredenses" who have trains to catch all the time - Sandro plays a song with goodbye in it and we leave waving, smiling, singing...
S.
you definitely rock, man
*
1 Comments:
there's a part missing in this story. The part where I ask amandine for her cellphone to send you a message, when sandro sings "so so you think you can tell,heaven from hell(...)oh, how I wish you were here" and we (3 of the audience, eheh)have our arms on each others shoulders. The message wont send though...(is there any problem with your cellphone) so when I get home (late) I write an e-mail instead.
There is a second wonderful new person I started writing about..but after what you just said....I...well I didn't even think you would like reading that about sandro expecialy and...don't know..the stuff you said was too nice...I don't know how the second person will be written like...and..ba..I'm silly...afasdfg
*(consider yourself hugged)
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