Hope you're all well in that there France. We've been diligently flathunting all weekend, veering between the promising (a few nice places, some promising leads from bemused doormen) and the depressing (being told in detailed terms just how far we are from getting a foot on the property ladder by a real estate agent in a hollowed-out, possibly-haunted building site). Hopefully we'll find somewhere that fits the bill before the Christmas-to-Carnaval torpor sets in.
Elsewhere we went to Garrafas on Wednesday night for a jam with some of Gaby's coursemates, checked out Andréia's new flat in the Zona Sul on Saturday, and had a sing at a nearby practice studio on Sunday. My personal highlight was going to the gym on Friday to see Gaby and three other girls practice a catwalk-and-choreography for a pyjama fashion show (no, really) they're doing later this week. I'm not invited to the main event, so as not to distract the talent, but was suitably impressed by the rehearsal.
I've made not one but two compilations, and have been investigating a phrase that I've heard uttered in various live music settings - "Toca Raul!" Turns out it's the Brazilian equivalent of "Play 'Freebird'!" and refers to the work of Raul Seixas, who I had never heard of but apparently was a big deal in the local rock scene in the '70s and '80s (people still hold an annual parade on his birthday in São Paulo, change their name to his by deed poll, etc). This article suggests the saying is a curse brought on by Seixas' diminished reputation at the time of his death, and also includes the word "galhofa" ("a big lark"), which is fun to say.
That'll do, pig.
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