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No dia quatro de julho, o Peter e a Leila foram ver a banda inglesa tocar no Sacramento Valley Amphitheatre. Foi o segundo ou terceiro show do grupo, depois da morte do baixista John Entwistle. Eu pedi para o Peter escrever uma review para publicar aqui no The Chatterbox. E ele escreveu um texto excelente! Leiam no post abaixo! Depois de ler essa resenha do Peter, eu senti um baita arrependimento por não ter me esforçado um pouco mais para ver esse show.

WHO’S LEFT?
Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey Prove There Is Still Plenty of Life Left in
Sacramento Valley Amphitheatre
July 4, 2002
“So you’re ‘free,’ are you? Well, we want you back!”
That was how rock legend Pete Townshend greeted us on the 4th of July, our Independence Day. With all the incessant flag-waving and tiresome talk of fighting in the name of “freedom” we’ve had to endure this past year, it was refreshing to hear someone lampoon the issue. And who better to do it than a sarcastic, self-absorbed Englishman who had drawn his own personal fortune from the fat wallets of the American music-buying masses!
This was the fourth time I’d seen , and in the wake of John Entwistle’s untimely death just days before, I certainly didn’t expect it to be the most memorable. But oh how it was!
To put it bluntly, the show was unreal. The mature but spirited Sacramento crowd was simply blown away by how well the band played, and how much passion Pete and Roger imbued in the songs. The performance seemed to offer an opportunity of cathartic release for these two stalwart survivors of rock, as well as for Ringo’s boy, Zak Starkey, who had succeeded in knitting a tight rhythm tapestry with The Ox over the past couple years of touring.
‘s energy on this night was clearly driven by grief, and perhaps a desire to prove the band was still vital, still relevant, and, ultimately, correct to carry on.
“If those firemen in New York City had given up, New York would still be a mess,” explained Daltrey halfway through the gig. “We ain’t givin’ up, either.”
“Life goes on,” Pete added. The two had been criticized, understandably, by some fans and others in the music biz for their decision to continue, especially so soon after Entwistle’s passing. But on this magical night in Sacramento, there was not a soul in attendance who wished the band had hung it up.
The set list was comprised mostly of favorites, but there were also some nice surprises. “Sea and Sand” from Quadrophenia was the crowning jewel (especially when Roger sang the lines, “I’m wet and I’m cold, but thank God I ain’t old!”). That tune alone was worth the price of admission for me. Other treats included Face Dances’ “Another Tricky Day” and Tommy’s “Amazing Journey” and “Sparks.”
The driving force, as always, was Pete. He was more focused on his playing than at any other time I saw him. While his penchant for frenetic, long-winded solos was still evident, he also improvised some interesting sonic moodscapes that were vaguely reminiscent of The Edge of U2. The old boy doesn’t do much jumping around these days, but his trademark windmill strumming repeatedly whipped the audience into a frenzy.
Roger’s voice, meanwhile, was exceptional. Though he sang well two years ago when I’d seen at this same venue, I was shocked that he actually sounded BETTER now, at the ripe old age of 58! I only noticed his voice fail once, for which he later chastised himself with a comical self-deprecating remark. And during songs like “Love Reign O’er Me” and “Won’t Get Fooled Again,” he reached down deep to extract those shrill high notes and screams.
Entwistle’s replacement (or should we say “substitute”?), Pino Palladino did an admirable job, making sure not to overplay his lines. After all, excessive fretboard flamboyance would risk drawing the ire of fans who might see such behavior as a sign of disrespect. As always, long-time Who keyboardist John “Rabbit” Bundrick effectively filled the melodic and atmospheric gaps, especially during the more complex songs culled from “Quadrophenia” and “Who’s Next.”
The band played 21 songs in its two-hour set, which culminated with a three-song “Tommy” suite. The post-show holiday fireworks were decidedly anti-climactic, paling in comparison to ‘s explosive performance.
“Long Live Rock, Be It Dead or Alive!”
Setlist:
I Can’t Explain, Substitute, Anyway Anyhow Anywhere, Who Are You, Another Tricky Day, Relay, Bargain, Baba O’ Riley, Eminence Front, Sea And Sand, 5.15, Love Reign O’er Me, Behind Blue Eyes, You Better You Bet, The Kids Are Alright, My Generation, Won’t Get Fooled Again, Pinball Wizard, Amazing Journey, Sparks, See Me Feel Me.
— Peter Castles

Neste mês de julho eu estou de férias. Já deu pra perceber, né? Não estou trabalhando e estou tendo tempo pra fazer um montão de coisas [cozinhar tortas, fazer sachês de lavanda, ler, ver tv, escrever…]. Vou aproveitar, porque em agosto as coisas podem mudar!
[* Na quarta-feira eu tenho um meeting com a coordenadora do POP * ]
Mas enquanto isso, estou me fartando de fazer uma coisa que normalmente não faço: ver tv. Estou viciada no canal Style, nos canais de música [MTV 1, 2 e JAM; Much Music USA; VH1 Classics, Soul, etc] e nas dezenas de canais de filmes. Tem dias que assisto três filmes, o que é um exagero para mim.
E ainda tem a piscina, que tenho ido às vezes. Bom, eu mereço férias pois afinal estamos no verão!

Eu quero ser a Nigella Lawson!
Ela é linda, inteligente, sofisticada, sabe cozinhar e COME! Sim, ela come tudo o que prepara, no seu show de culinária Nigella Bites. Eu estou viciada nela – uma jornalista inglesa – que cozinha coisas deliciosas e fáceis com um charme e uma simplicidade de dar inveja.
A impressão é que ela cozinha na sua própria casa [e tenho quase certeza que é!], com suas próprias panelas. Algumas vezes os filhos [um menino e uma menina] estão presentes. Nigella é viúva. Depois de preparar os pratos – normalmente um prato principal e uma sobremesa – ela os serve para os amigos, num jantarzinho informal. Não antes de lamber as colheres… é claro!
E Nigella bites…. ela come tudo o que prepara, com gula e satisfação.
Será que dá pra eu nascer Nigella na próxima reencarnação?

Faça um estoque de lenço de papel primeiro e então assista The Joy Luck Club. Leia a minha experiência vendo esse filme no Cinefilia.

Estes suculentos pêssegos vão virar uma deliciosa torta, daqui a pouco..

Todo verão eu insisto em comprar vasinhos de plantas, que vão com certeza secar e morrer antes do outono chegar. Eu adoro plantas e flores, mas não tenho o famoso ‘dedo verde’. Sou uma lástima com tudo o que é verde. Até capim gordura definha sob a minha tutela. Não sei o que é. Talvez seja falta de prática e eu precise ter um jardim, para poder treinar minhas habilidades de jardineira. Bom, estou delirando…. Fazer saquinhos de lavanda, ainda vai. Mas cuidar de um jardim, já é demais!
Mas ontem, caí de amores por uns vasinhos de ervas que vi na Target e comprei alguns: orégano, marjericão, tomilho, lemon balm e lavanda inglesa. Ontem mesmo já usei o orégano e o manjericão nas comidinhas. As plantinhas estão no parapeito da janela da sala, onde bate sol pela manhã. Comprei até um spray para não esquecer de rega-las. Vamos ver se desta vez eu supero o mito de que não sou boa cuidadora de plantas.