liminha & kid vinil  /  são paulo  /  novembro1988

kid vinil

(1955 – 2017)

Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission

Listen to the silence, let it ring on
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time living in the night
Left to blind destruction
Waiting for our sight

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong
And hide from these days we remained all alone
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time
Touching from a distance
Further all the time

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio

Well I could call out when the going gets tough
The things that we’ve learnt are no longer enough
No language, just sound, that’s all we need know, to synchronise
Love to the beat of the show

And we could dance

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio

(joy division)

quando eu soube da sipituca com kid vinil, “felizmente”, ele já havia sido transportado para são paulo.

caramba, kid é um dos mais inoxidáveis responsáveis pela proliferação da Música em solo brasileiro… há anos.

tive o prazer de fazer  uma visita ao programa dele, LIVE, em são paulo, no auge do pós-punk/new-wave, e ter tocado black uhuru – u roy – lee perry… tudim em DUB… PQP, fueda!

só esses dias dele foreta da pista são suficientes para causar um dano irreparável aos nossos ouvidos.

porra, kid… volta logo!

(liminha & kid, papo de 88/89, em são paulo)