25.02.25 - Pensando na morte da bezerra

Hallooo,

Hope all well and that you had a nice time in your villa! 

It's been relentlessly hot all week but on Saturday we went to a miniature Carnaval block party down the road, to catch the end of the brass band doing their thing, and have otherwise been making use of the air con in my and Gabi's respective offices. 

Carnaval kicks off in earnest this weekend, for what it's worth, with a prospective Brazilian Oscar win also in the mix - we'll probably head to Indaiatuba to get away from it all...

Elsewhere I've made another compilation, and my phrase of the day - "thinking of the death of the calf" - means to be lost in thought. Not sure where it comes from, but I thought it was rather evocative...

And that's about it! Speak soon,

Fredache

18.02.25 - O caldo está entornado

Hallooooo,

Hope all well!

After a hectic few weeks we drove off to Extrema on the SP-Minas border, for a very relaxing weekend in a spa/hotel which mainly involved floating in a series of pools, followed by a slap-up lunch in a nearby restaurant someone had recommended to us. 

In other news, I've made a new compilation, and my phrase of the day ("the broth is spilled") means that things have gotten very complicated, perhaps irreparably so. And that's about it for now...

Speak soon,

Fred or foe

11.02.25 - Dar com a língua nos dentes

Halloooo,

Hope all well. Last week was Sherlock Week, and was even more full-on than previous editions, with some sort of training session or party scheduled for every day of the week bar Thursday (technically an off-the-books karaoke sesh was organized, but downtown São Paulo flooded and I was frankly too exhausted to go anyway). 

But much fun was had, culminating in a marathon of a party on Friday, which I had to turn up to at 10am to set up my drums and soundcheck. The Sherlock Band set went down a storm, and there was much well-behaved revelry which went on into the night. 

I was pretty much spent at this point but due to hectic February scheduling we had another 3 parties to attend over the next two days, which I did through gritted teeth while also returning the drumkit and making plans for the future. Then it was straight back to work and all the stuff I put off last week on Monday, so I could do with another weekend soon. 

No compilation this week, and my phrase of the day is "to give with one's tongue in one's teeth", which means to babble on until you say more than you should, reveal hidden secrets, etc. And that's about it for now!

Speak soon,

Are you my Fred? Are we locked in?

04.02.25 - Cortar o barato

Halloooo,

Hope all well. We're in the midst of Sherlock Week, a very hectic time of the year in which we try to get all our regular work done while socializing with teams from around the continent, rehearsing for concerts, etc, so I shall be brief. 

This weekend we went to Indaiatuba to see the cats and lounge around, and yesterday I was whisked off to a conference room in the centre of town for an introductory pep talk, the main takeaway of which was "don't do anything that'll get you fired". More training and events to follow, I'm carting around an electronic drumkit for a rehearsal this evening, and then the big party/gig on Friday!

I've also made a new compilation, and my phrase of the day (literally "to cut the cheap") means to kill someone's vibe. And that's all for now - speak soon!

Shrimp Fred Rice