{"id":4608,"date":"2007-06-21T15:28:49","date_gmt":"2007-06-21T18:28:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beta.idanca.net\/2007\/06\/21\/passado-e-futuro\/"},"modified":"2008-08-05T12:32:33","modified_gmt":"2008-08-05T15:32:33","slug":"passado-e-futuro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/idanca.net\/passado-e-futuro\/","title":{"rendered":"Passado e futuro | Past and future"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ola, internautas do idanca.net!<\/span><\/p>\n

Julia Lima encontrou um artigo na Internet sobre improvisa\u00e7\u00e3o (http:\/\/www.corpusweb.net\/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=448&Itemid=33<\/a>).<\/span><\/p>\n

Ela gostou e me perguntou, Frans Poelstra (a pessoa que escreveu o artigo) se era poss\u00edvel traduzir o artigo para o portugu\u00eas no idanca.net. Como voc\u00ea pode ver, eu disse que sim, assim, aqui est\u00e1!<\/span><\/p>\n

Um pequena explica\u00e7\u00e3o antes que voc\u00ea comece a ler. Quando voc\u00ea clica nas conex\u00f5es neste artigo voc\u00ea vem \u00e0 minha p\u00e1gina-blog, que tem m\u00fasicas. L\u00e1 voc\u00ea tem de clicar nas fotos para ouvir a m\u00fasica. Um aviso: se voc\u00ea n\u00e3o escutar a m\u00fasica, voc\u00ea nunca entender\u00e1 por que eu gosto de improvisar. Divirta-se!<\/span><\/p>\n

Primeira m\u00fasica – pergunta<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/explain-me<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Algum dia no come\u00e7o dos anos 80 (guardo um mau registro do meu trabalho) fiz uma performance na qual tinha a id\u00e9ia n\u00e3o de ‘mostrar’ algo ao p\u00fablico, mas me ocupar em contar a eles o quanto ‘gezellig’ (uma palavra holandesa t\u00edpica que significa algo como ‘acolhedor’) era estar aqui e que maravilhoso momento tivemos juntos. Naturalmente em pouco tempo algumas pessoas se encheram com as minhas palavras e come\u00e7aram a partir e eu pedia que eles ficassem, at\u00e9 puxava seus bra\u00e7os e dizia: “Por favor n\u00e3o me abandone! Preciso de voc\u00ea. Deixe-me fazer algo para voc\u00ea. Diga-me o que voc\u00ea quer.” Eu pulava por cima de uma cadeira ou ca\u00eda no ch\u00e3o, cantando “Happy together”, etc., algo para os fazer ficar. Algumas pessoas de fato ficaram. Depois de uma hora de muitos momentos dolorosos pendurei uma folha de papel na parede de fundo, distribu\u00ed ovos crus ao p\u00fablico, despi-me at\u00e9 minha roupa de baixo, parei em frente \u00e0 folha e convidei-os a lan\u00e7ar os ovos em mim.<\/span><\/p>\n

Segunda m\u00fasica – blues (tristeza)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/winter<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Ora\u00e7\u00e3o<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh Deus, deixe-me estar no momento. Deixe-me estar no presente. Deixe-me estar no agora. Deixe-me estar aqui, agora mesmo. Oh, por favor Deus, fa\u00e7a-me verdadeiro, fa\u00e7a-me realmente verdadeiro aqui agora mesmo e deixe-me estar no momento presente. Oh Deus, fa\u00e7a-me verdadeiro realmente verdadeiro.<\/span><\/p>\n

Terceira m\u00fasica – refletindo<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/never-ending<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Hist\u00f3ria <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Deixe-me contar uma pequena hist\u00f3ria, uma hist\u00f3ria sobre o meu pai. Ele est\u00e1 ainda vivo, tem 87 anos agora e passa muito bem; melhor do que nunca eu diria. Ele mais ou menos se divorciou da minha m\u00e3e h\u00e1 aproximadamente 3 anos, depois quase 60 anos de casados. Eles ainda vivem no mesmo edif\u00edcio, uma casa de velha gente, mas cada um deles tem o seu pr\u00f3prio apartamento. Ele n\u00e3o quer falar com ela mais. Ele est\u00e1 aliviado; ele at\u00e9 tem um amigo agora. Deus, ele precisava tanto de um amigo. Uma pessoa para passar o tempo, nada grande, mas bastante grande para compartilhar os seus pensamentos. N\u00e3o uma pessoa que lhe diz o que supostamente lhe faz bem e que est\u00e1 no seu p\u00e9 o dia inteiro. N\u00e3o, somente algu\u00e9m que o aceita do modo que voc\u00ea \u00e9. Bem, ele \u00e9 um personagem, mas n\u00e3o somos todos? Dou-lhe um exemplo. Um dia peguei a motocicleta da minha irm\u00e3. Era demasiado jovem para dirigir. A pol\u00edcia me pegou e me levou para casa. Meu pai falou com a pol\u00edcia e logo come\u00e7ou a abusar de mim como ele nunca tinha feito antes. Os policiais partiram quando o viram gritar comigo. Depois que eles tinham partido, ele me disse numa voz tranq\u00fcila “n\u00e3o fa\u00e7a isto novamente”. E foi isso. Nenhuma palavra mais foi dita sobre este incidente. Ele odiava autoridade, odiava gente de uniforme. N\u00e3o permitiu que n\u00f3s, meus irm\u00e3os e eu, f\u00f4ssemos escoteiros. Eu teria gostado de ser escoteiro, mas agora entendo. Ele viu algumas coisas bastante s\u00f3rdidas durante a guerra, feita por gente de uniforme. Ele tinha 21 anos quando a guerra estourou. Logo depois da depress\u00e3o, a que ele sobreviveu, a coisas iam um bocado melhor e novamente ele teve de sobreviver. Ele encontrou esta menina de sonho, minha m\u00e3e, uma menina bonita. Ele foi um tipo popular, sempre com uma risada, positivo e gostava muito de gente (ele era o filho mais velho de uma fam\u00edlia de 14 pessoas). Eles gostavam de dan\u00e7ar, minha m\u00e3e e ele, dan\u00e7ando para esquecer. Isto \u00e9 o que voc\u00ea faz, imagino, quando os tempos s\u00e3o \u00e1speros. Sobreviver, sonhar e esquecer. Bem, eles esqueceram-se de tudo, e assim, eles tiveram que casar. O que n\u00e3o \u00e9 uma coisa bonita, sobretudo quando a sua fam\u00edlia \u00e9 cat\u00f3lica e falamos de 1944. O pior per\u00edodo da guerra na Holanda, milhares morreram de fome. Foi um esc\u00e2ndalo. Nenhum anel de casamento (nenhum dinheiro), nenhum bolo de casamento (nenhuma comida), nenhum vestido branco (nenhuma virgem). Ele a amava? Ou ele amou o seu sonho? Acho que ele amou o sonho, mas posso culp\u00e1-lo por amar o sonho? Quando ele acordou tinha quatro crian\u00e7as, dirigia um pequeno armaz\u00e9m que tinha assumido do seu pai e uma esposa cujo sonho era ser bailarina no teatro e agora estava casada com um pequeno propriet\u00e1rio de loja que trabalhava de 5h30 da manh\u00e3 at\u00e9 6 da tarde e que adormecia depois do jantar. Em todo o caso, o instinto de sobreviv\u00eancia estava l\u00e1. Ambos ganharam experi\u00eancia nisto. Ambos continuaram sobrevivendo. E agora ele est\u00e1, finalmente, desfrutando, sentindo-se relaxado, n\u00e3o fazendo nada especial.<\/span><\/p>\n

Quarta m\u00fasica – intervalo<\/strong> <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/do-nothing<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Performance futura<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

28 de Dezembro de 2069. Onnozele kinderen dag<\/em> (dia das crian\u00e7as inocentes)<\/span><\/p>\n

Minha filha, que tem 64 anos, est\u00e1 tocando num concerto em mem\u00f3ria de seu av\u00f4. Ele nasceu h\u00e1 150 anos. O concerto realiza-se em um barco que flutua onde uma vez foi a cidade de Amsterd\u00e3. Como \u00e9 t\u00e3o quente, todo o mundo est\u00e1 usando a roupa de ver\u00e3o. Seu av\u00f4 disse-lhe, justo antes de morrer, como ele e sua m\u00e3e escutaram uma vez o Bolero<\/em> no Concertgebouw de Amsterd\u00e3. Foi na ter\u00e7a-feira, 29 de Outubro de 1929, Ter\u00e7a-feira Negra. Foi o in\u00edcio da depress\u00e3o; o colapso dos mercados de a\u00e7\u00f5es, milh\u00f5es de pessoas sem emprego. Seus bisav\u00f4s n\u00e3o tinham nenhum dinheiro para ir a um concerto como este. E ent\u00e3o um tio rico os visitou e deu 2 entradas \u00e0 fam\u00edlia. Ele n\u00e3o esteve com \u00e2nimo para m\u00fasica um dia assim. Portanto sua bisav\u00f3 foi com o filho mais velho e o marido ficou em casa com o resto das crian\u00e7as. Seu av\u00f4 estava todo excitado sobre o que seria mais tarde o mais memor\u00e1vel dia da sua vida. Ele foi tomado pela situa\u00e7\u00e3o toda, o edif\u00edcio, o interior, as pessoas, o aplauso quando o maestro entrou, o sil\u00eancio, as primeiras notas da m\u00fasica. Mas de que ele se lembrou mais foram as l\u00e1grimas nos olhos da m\u00e3e, algo que ele nunca tinha visto antes. Sim, suas irm\u00e3s menores e os irm\u00e3os tinham tido l\u00e1grimas e ele tamb\u00e9m, mas sua m\u00e3e, nunca. Primeiro ele n\u00e3o entendeu, mas ent\u00e3o o seu corpo come\u00e7ou a tremer e ele tamb\u00e9m sentiu as l\u00e1grimas, sua mente deixou de pensar, ele fechou os seus olhos, foi como se ele desaparecesse, desaparecesse na m\u00fasica. Ele teve a chamada experi\u00eancia extra-corp\u00f3rea. Minha filha est\u00e1 se concentrando, ela esquece o que est\u00e1 acontecendo em volta dela, tenta captar o esp\u00edrito de seu av\u00f4 e sabe que o esp\u00edrito deve estar l\u00e1. Ela aperta a afina\u00e7\u00e3o, se aproxima mais e mais, ouve a m\u00fasica, v\u00ea o maestro, v\u00ea o p\u00fablico na grande sala, v\u00ea sua bisav\u00f3 com l\u00e1grimas nos seus olhos, e logo ao lado dela, um menino. O menino parece em transe. Ent\u00e3o ela tem um choque. O barco come\u00e7a a vibrar; as pessoas no barco repentinamente s\u00e3o tomados de aten\u00e7\u00e3o. Eles a v\u00eaem, ela come\u00e7a a se mover, seus movimentos criam a m\u00fasica, e a m\u00fasica faz o seu movimento. Est\u00e1 quente (a m\u00fasica, quero dizer).<\/span><\/p>\n

Quinta m\u00fasica – sua primeira composi\u00e7\u00e3o (2007)<\/strong>http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/pots-and-pans<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Conselho<\/strong>
\n1. Se voc\u00ea tiver que se preparar, fa\u00e7a-o no palco<\/span><\/p>\n

2. Sem p\u00fablico, a improvisa\u00e7\u00e3o n\u00e3o existe<\/span><\/p>\n

3. N\u00e3o rea\u00e7\u00e3o \u00e9 normalmente a melhor rea\u00e7\u00e3o<\/span><\/p>\n

4. Fa\u00e7a a composi\u00e7\u00e3o em tempo ‘irreal’<\/span><\/p>\n

5. Nunca tente, sempre fa\u00e7a<\/span><\/p>\n

6. Fique em sil\u00eancio<\/span><\/p>\n

7. Fique nu.<\/span><\/p>\n

8. Ame o seu p\u00fablico<\/span><\/p>\n

9. Tenha vergonha<\/span><\/p>\n

10. Fodam-se os m\u00e9todos<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00faltima m\u00fasica – conselhos do seu alter ego<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/you-know-what-you-want<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Duas faixas b\u00f4nus<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Ora\u00e7\u00e3o (vers\u00e3o musical)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/oh-god<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Deus e os anjos (resposta)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/be-unreal<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Para mais informa\u00e7\u00f5es v\u00e1 em www.unitedsorry.com<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Hello dear iDanca readers,<\/strong>
\nJulia Lima found an article on the internet about improvisation. (http:\/\/www.corpusweb.net\/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=448&Itemid=33<\/a>)<\/span><\/p>\n

She liked it and asked me, Frans Poelstra (the person who wrote the article) if it was possible to translate the article into Portuguese for the iDanca website. As you can see I said it was fine, so, here it is! A little explanation before you start reading. When you click on the links in this article you come to my web-blog, which has music. There you have to click one more time on the photo to hear the music. One warning, if you don’t listen to the music you will never understand why I like to improvise. Have fun!<\/span><\/p>\n

First song – question<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/explain-me<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Past performance<\/strong>Sometime in the beginning of the 80’s (I keep a bad record of my work) I did a performance in which my idea was to try not to ‘show’ anything to the public, I was only be busy with telling them how ‘gezellig’ (a typical Dutch word meaning something like ‘cozy’) it was to be here and what a wonderful time we had together. Of course after a while some people got fed up with my words and started to leave and then I would beg them to stay, I even would pull their arms and say: “Please don’t leave me! I need you. Let me do something for you. Tell me what you want.” I would jump over a chair or roll over the floor, sing “So happy together”, etc, anything to let them stay. Some people indeed stayed. After one hour of many painful moments I hanged a sheet against the back wall, distribute raw eggs to the public, stripped myself to my underwear, stood in front of the sheet and invited them to throw the eggs to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Second song – blues <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/winter<\/a><\/em>
\nPrayer<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh God, let me be in the moment. Let me be in the present. Let me be in the now. Let me be here, right now. Oh, please God, make me real, make me really real here right now and let me be in the present moment. Oh God, make me real really real.<\/span><\/p>\n

Third song – reflecting<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/never-ending<\/a>
\n<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Story<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Let me tell you a little story, a story about my father. He is still alive, he is 87 now and he is doing very well; better than ever I would say. He more or less divorced my mother about 3 years ago, after almost 60 years of marriage. They still live in the same building, an old people’s home, but they each have their own apartment. He doesn’t want to talk to her anymore. He is relieved; he even has a pall now. God, this guy needed a pall so much. A person to hang out with, nothing big, but big enough to share his thoughts with. Not a person who tells you what’s supposed to be good for you and who is on your back the whole day. No, just somebody who accepts you the way you are. Well, he is a character, but aren’t we all? I give you an example. One day I took the moped of my sister. I was still too young to drive. The police caught me and took me home. My father talked to the police and then started to abuse me like he had never done before. The police left when they saw him shouting at me. After they had left he told me in a quiet voice, \u201eDon’t do this again.” And that was it. No more words were spoken about this incident. He hated authority, he hated people in uniforms. We, my brothers and I, were not allowed to go to the boy-scouts. I would have loved to go to the boy-scouts, but now I understand. He saw some pretty nasty things during the war, by people in uniform. Twenty-one he was when the war broke out. Just after the depression, which he survived things were going a bit better and again he had to survive. He met this dream girl, my mother, a good-looking girl. He was a popular guy, always in for a good laugh, positive and caring for people (he was the oldest son of a family of 14 people). They loved to dance, my mother and him, dancing to forget. That’s what you do I guess when times are rough. Surviving, dreaming and forgetting. Well, they forgot about everything, so, they had to marry. Which is not a nice thing, especially when your family is catholic and we talk about 1944. The worst period of the war in Holland, thousands of people died of hunger. It was a scandal. No wedding rings (no money), no wedding cake (no food), no white (no virgin). Did he love her? Or did he love his dream? I think he loved his dream, but can I blame him for loving his dream? When he woke up he had four children, running a little grocery store which he had taken over from his father and a wife whose dream had been to be dancer in the theatre and now was married to a little shop owner who was working from 5.30 in the morning till 6 in the evening and who fell asleep after dinner. Still the survival instinct was there. They both were so experienced in this. They both kept on going surviving. And now he is, finally, enjoying himself, feeling relaxed, doing nothing special.
\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Fourth song – a break<\/strong> <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/do-nothing<\/a>
\n<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Future performance<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

December 28, 2069. Onnozele kinderen dag (innocent children’s day)<\/span><\/p>\n

My daughter, who is 64, is playing a concert in memory of her grandfather. He was born 150 years ago. The concert takes place on a boat floating above where once was the city of Amsterdam. Because it is so hot, everybody is wearing summer clothes. Her grandfather told her just before he died how he and his mother listened once to the Bolero in the Concertgebouw in Amsterdam. It was on Tuesday 29 of October 1929, Black Tuesday. It was the start of the depression; stock markets collapsing, millions of people without a job. Her great grandparents had no money to go to a concert like this. And then a rich uncle visited their house and gave 2 tickets to the family. He was not in the mood for music on a day like this. So her great grandmother went together with her oldest son and her husband stayed home with the rest of the children. Her grandfather was all excited to what would become the most memorable evening of his life. He was overwhelmed with the whole situation, the building, the interior, the people, the applause when the conductor came in, the silence, the first notes of the music. But what he remembered most were the tears in the eyes of his mother, something he had never seen before. Yes, his little sisters and brothers had cried tears and him too, but his mother, never. First he did not understand but then his body started to shiver and he also felt tears coming into his eyes, his mind stopped thinking, he closed his eyes, it was if he was disappearing, disappearing into in the music. He had a so-called out of body experience.<\/span><\/p>\n

My daughter is concentrating, she forgets what is happening around her, she tries to catch the spirit of her grandfather and she knows the spirit must be there. She is fine tuning now, she gets closer and closer, she hears the music, she sees the conductor, she sees the public in big hall, she sees her grand grandmother with the tears in her eyes, and then next to her a little boy. The boy looks like in trance. Then she gets a shock. The boat starts vibrating; the people on the boat suddenly are full of attention. They look at her, she starts to move, her movements create the music, and the music makes her move. It’s hot (the music I mean).<\/span><\/p>\n

Fifth song – her first composition (2007)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/pots-and-pans<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Advise<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

1. If you need to prepare, do it on stage<\/span><\/p>\n

2. Without public, improvisation does not exist<\/span><\/p>\n

3. Not reacting is usually the best reaction<\/span><\/p>\n

4. Do ‘unreal’ time composition<\/span><\/p>\n

5. Never try, always do<\/span><\/p>\n

6. Be silent<\/span><\/p>\n

7. Get naked.<\/span><\/p>\n

8. Love your public<\/span><\/p>\n

9. Be embarrassing<\/span><\/p>\n

10. Fuck methods<\/span><\/p>\n

Last song – advise of your alter ego <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/you-know-what-you-want<\/a><\/em>
\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Two bonus tracks <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Prayer (music version)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/oh-god<\/a><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

God and the Angels (answer)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.unitedsorry.com\/mr-united\/be-unreal<\/a>
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For more information go to www.unitedsorry.com<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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