It's been one year since we moved to Braaazeeel, and one year since these updates started, so to honour the occasion I've put up a comprehensive, one-stop list of all the compilations in that time (see below, with a new one hot off the press this week; slightly more rambling and instrumental than usual). Wouldn't want any of them falling between the digital cracks after all.
As for the day-to-day stuff, on Wednesday we went to scope out an open mic night in Vila Madalena, which turned out to be tremendous fun (beats seeing Radiohead at Primavera any day, honest) despite my guitar suddenly not working again - as one of just two performers to show up, I ended up singing for ages and joining in a three-pronged guitar jam over such old chestnuts as "Sweet Home Chicago" and "Sunshine of Your Love". We're planning on heading back next week with a baying crowd in tow, so watch this space.
Having recently/reluctantly added pilates to my weekly schedule of gymming, swimming, stretching and football, I was pretty exhausted by Friday but rallied to make a rather elaborate powdered milk cake at Gaby's request, which we're still making our way through. Saturday saw a quite spectacular hot-dog fest at the in-laws, and on Sunday I went off to get some cultcha at the MASP, wandering down the Paulista in the rain for good measure as people armed with flags and drums roamed the streets shouting conflicting political slogans. Apparently there's an open-air "Midsummer Night's Dream" going on in a nearby park this month, which I plan on catching at some point.
My phrase of the day means "a pig's snout is not a plug" - a cautionary tale for those planning on using two similar-looking things for the same purpose, when actually they're meant for completely different things. Spread the word!
Speak soon, bassoon.
Fred
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