<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655135055656216259</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:30:30.387-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur's Strange Land</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthursstrangeland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655135055656216259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthursstrangeland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440548251926948651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-4wmeSkzdA/Schpl4kmuCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K2B1QjzZBAc/S220/Kiss%26Anita+014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655135055656216259.post-1720780113289239929</id><published>2009-04-11T23:39:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:36:43.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hottest Band in The World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-4wmeSkzdA/SeF16-aL25I/AAAAAAAAABQ/nzsOm4KjmBU/s1600-h/Kiss-Alive-35-Tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323665890574326674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-4wmeSkzdA/SeF16-aL25I/AAAAAAAAABQ/nzsOm4KjmBU/s320/Kiss-Alive-35-Tour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todo o mundo, com certeza, já ouviu falar do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt;. Tanto bem, quanto aquela porra de sigla(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Knights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; Satan &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Service&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kids&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;) que um bando de crente inventou quando o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt; estourou. Vieram pro Brasil em 1983, pela primeira vez, eu não estava nem no saco do meu pai. Voltaram em 94, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pô&lt;/span&gt;! que legal, tinha 2 anos, perdi um &lt;a href="http://www.kissarmy.com.br/n09/a/kissbr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;puta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monster&lt;/span&gt;, no mesmo dia que tocou o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Slayer&lt;/span&gt;. Não parou por aí, ainda teve uma terceira vez, 1999, ainda muito cedo pra mim. Mas eu consegui, e sem ajuda do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gugu&lt;/span&gt;, realizar o meu sonho em 2009, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; no dia 07/04, o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kiss&lt;/span&gt; volta ao Brasil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cheguei no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anhembi&lt;/span&gt;, mais ou menos às 9:30, sozinho, fiz amizade com o povo da fila, pra guardarem meu lugar, e saí pra comer, na hora do almoço. Quando eu voltei, quase tive um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enfarto&lt;/span&gt;, a fila tinha andado, os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;otários&lt;/span&gt; abriram o portão mais cedo, pensei: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FODEU&lt;/span&gt;. Chegando lá dentro, outra fila, que, eu, logicamente, furei, fui de encontro aos meus "amigos". Até a hora do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;, ficamos lá, esperando, sem comida, sem nada na verdade, pois recolheram tudo na entrada. Por volta das 17 horas, os portões abriram, mulheres entraram primeiro, que bosta, passou um monte de vaca que nem curtia o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt; na minha frente só pra mostrar o peito &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pros&lt;/span&gt; velhos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Depois de entrar, encontrei um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; lá, ficamos esperando até ter que aguentar a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bandinha&lt;/span&gt; de abertura do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ardanuy&lt;/span&gt;(Dr. Alguma coisa), não era tão ruim, mas a gente queria o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt;, e ELES também. Acabou a abertura o palco ficou gigante em segundos e então uma enorme bandeira com um logo prateado do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt; cobriu o palco.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-4wmeSkzdA/SeFhPH9iD0I/AAAAAAAAABI/tzQ6U7mXjsE/s1600-h/ATgAAAAutoQGbMUcvJ4Dbeh4S4c6sZjX-0kxLRZivclrLOINyB45EPw69Z3l6Ad-OMjdJhhCSsZAsYM161wH5E7TeBPnAJtU9VBOKFbr-beHrEqikFfUhw5ZjRLdwg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323643146991701826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-4wmeSkzdA/SeFhPH9iD0I/AAAAAAAAABI/tzQ6U7mXjsE/s320/ATgAAAAutoQGbMUcvJ4Dbeh4S4c6sZjX-0kxLRZivclrLOINyB45EPw69Z3l6Ad-OMjdJhhCSsZAsYM161wH5E7TeBPnAJtU9VBOKFbr-beHrEqikFfUhw5ZjRLdwg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Como todos os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt;, as luzes se apagaram e então pudemos ouvir a voz do Sr. $$$&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;imons&lt;/span&gt; repetindo aquele famoso bordão: "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; SÃO PAULO... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WANTED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOTTEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KIIIISS&lt;/span&gt;", então os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;costumeiros&lt;/span&gt; efeitos de pirotecnia revelaram aquele palco gigante, ao som de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DEUCE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emendada&lt;/span&gt; com o clássico, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STRUTTER&lt;/span&gt;. O &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Set&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt;, não dos melhores pro meu gosto, mas estava do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caralho&lt;/span&gt;, extremamente baseado no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt; I. Ouvimos clássicos como "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hotter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nothin&lt;/span&gt;' to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Loose&lt;/span&gt;", "Parasite", "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;","C'mon and Love me" e praticamente tudo do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alive&lt;/span&gt; I, a música mais "nova" foi "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Up"&lt;/span&gt;, de 1983. Depois de "100.000 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Years&lt;/span&gt;" teve um solo de batera daquele &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;filhodaputa&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Singer&lt;/span&gt;, ele é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FODA&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt; alto pra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caralho&lt;/span&gt; e entrava no coração, cada batida parecia um "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teco&lt;/span&gt;" de fim do mundo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A primeira parte acabou com Rock n &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt;, que nem precisava ter, mas foi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;foda&lt;/span&gt; ao vivo. O Bis, que tinha 6 músicas, começou com "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_79" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Loud&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fodida&lt;/span&gt;, botou fogo na galera, depois "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_83" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_85" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;", rotineira, que foi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;foda&lt;/span&gt; e matou a lombriga de quem curte o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt; 80's. Uma das mais esperadas do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_88" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;, que o povo não parava de cantar, principalmente nos intervalos das músicas do Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_89" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sin&lt;/span&gt;, foi a terceira do bis, "I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_90" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_91" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_92" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Loud&lt;/span&gt;", com direito a vôo do morcegão velho. A quarta música do bis, foi do Dinasty, 79, fodida também, "I Was Made for Lovin' You". Foi então que o Paul começou a falar e disse que queria ver a gente mais de perto e desceu de TIROLESA até um palquinho improvisado bem no meio do Anhembi. Isso foi na quinta do bis, "LOVE GUN", puta som. Nessa hora a gente começou a ficar triste pois o fim daquele sonho estava próximo. Fecharam o bis com a Inesquecível "DETROIT ROCK CITY", acabando depois disso com a nossa felicidade, porém, deixando na lembrança um show histórico.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-4wmeSkzdA/SeFhPH9iD0I/AAAAAAAAABI/tzQ6U7mXjsE/s1600-h/ATgAAAAutoQGbMUcvJ4Dbeh4S4c6sZjX-0kxLRZivclrLOINyB45EPw69Z3l6Ad-OMjdJhhCSsZAsYM161wH5E7TeBPnAJtU9VBOKFbr-beHrEqikFfUhw5ZjRLdwg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655135055656216259-1720780113289239929?l=arthursstrangeland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthursstrangeland.blogspot.com/feeds/1720780113289239929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655135055656216259&amp;postID=1720780113289239929' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655135055656216259/posts/default/1720780113289239929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655135055656216259/posts/default/1720780113289239929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthursstrangeland.blogspot.com/2009/04/hottest-fucking-band-in-world.html' title='The Hottest Band in The World!'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440548251926948651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-4wmeSkzdA/Schpl4kmuCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K2B1QjzZBAc/S220/Kiss%26Anita+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-4wmeSkzdA/SeF16-aL25I/AAAAAAAAABQ/nzsOm4KjmBU/s72-c/Kiss-Alive-35-Tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655135055656216259.post-3493417258178148014</id><published>2009-03-28T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T02:28:21.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Land?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Algumas pessoas, em um momento qualquer da vida, sentem uma estranha vontade de expor suas idéias. Talvez por estarem procurando o seu papel na sociedade, ou respostas para momentos difíceis que parecem impossível de se encarar sozinhos, ou então por puro prazer e vontade de compartilhar com os outros essa "&lt;em&gt;strange land&lt;/em&gt;" que possuem no interior de suas mentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strange land&lt;/em&gt;, literalmente,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;significa terra desconhecida, porém, no sentido figurado, abrange toda aquela área do cérebro que a gente vive tentando entender, alguns nem se interessam, mas, uma pequena parte tenta arduamente entender essa "terra desconhecida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enfim, esta página é uma tentativa de ensinar, aprender e desvendar tanto a minha &lt;em&gt;strange land,&lt;/em&gt; quanto a sua, leitor. Nos conheceremos mais ao decorrer desse blog, e me desculpem pela chatice desse post, mas é o que estava dentro da minha cabeça e precisava sair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8655135055656216259-3493417258178148014?l=arthursstrangeland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arthursstrangeland.blogspot.com/feeds/3493417258178148014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8655135055656216259&amp;postID=3493417258178148014' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655135055656216259/posts/default/3493417258178148014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8655135055656216259/posts/default/3493417258178148014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arthursstrangeland.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-land.html' title='Strange Land?'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03440548251926948651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-4wmeSkzdA/Schpl4kmuCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K2B1QjzZBAc/S220/Kiss%26Anita+014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
