<?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-10066276</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:12:07.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>contemporá/âneas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>479</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-8475841293656672829</id><published>2009-10-23T15:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:36:51.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa sorte!</title><summary type='text'>O meu desejo de boa sorte é para Gabriela Canavilhas, a nova responsável pela pasta da Cultura. Ama a música, coisa rara, e, coisa ainda mais rara no nosso meio, não tem medo de trabalhar duro, é frontal e equânime e sabe tomar decisões (e, ainda por cima, gosta de o fazer). Merece-a.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8475841293656672829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8475841293656672829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/10/boa-sorte.html' title='Boa sorte!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5938044106389476369</id><published>2009-10-07T19:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:00:55.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Razones para una campaña</title><summary type='text'>Hoy, Contemporáneas se une a la iniciativa blogosférica "La ciencia española no necesita tijeras".No soy especialista en presupuestos. En lo que se refiere a este asunto, me falta el envidiable sentido del humor que muestran algunos vecinos (como éste o éste). Tampoco voy a a caer en la tentación de describir con retórica inflamada el futuro (negro) que nos espera. Y, desde luego, ni se me ocurre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5938044106389476369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5938044106389476369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/10/razones-para-una-campana.html' title='Razones para una campaña'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3922182979410008923</id><published>2009-08-19T13:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:03:43.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salzburgo, no ano da crise</title><summary type='text'>Parece que o Ópera e demais Interesses não está a prestar grande atenção ao Festival de Salzburgo. Em parte, até se percebe, porque a presente edição tem sido descrita como a do ano da crise. Eu, porém, hoje que vou embora, já estou com vontade de poder regressar em Agosto de 2010. Prometo voltar ao blog para contar as razões que explicam esta expectativa.Por enquanto, vou apenas explicar o link </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3922182979410008923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3922182979410008923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/08/salzburgo-no-ano-da-crise.html' title='Salzburgo, no ano da crise'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7170756753072697634</id><published>2009-08-10T12:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:28:23.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Evans em Jazz em Agosto</title><summary type='text'>Como se faz uma crítica a um concerto de jazz? Na realidade, a questão que me coloco é mais esta: quais são as palavras que alguém que costuma fazer crítica de concertos de música erudita deve escolher para descrever e comentar a experiência de um concerto de jazz? A necessidade e a dúvida surgiram depois de um dos concertos do festival Jazz em Agosto, o recital a solo de Peter Evans do passado </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7170756753072697634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7170756753072697634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/08/peter-evans-em-jazz-em-agosto.html' title='Peter Evans em Jazz em Agosto'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1307826565720557450</id><published>2009-04-23T22:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:10:03.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Konwitschny y la Pastoral</title><summary type='text'>Está aquí sobre todo por la Sexta Sinfonía. Me gusta la forma como la dirige Franz Konwitschny: sin trampa, ni cartón y corporeizada en la sonoridad opulenta de la Orquesta de la Gewandhaus de Leipzig. Konwitschny fue su titular desde 1949 hasta 1962, año en el que falleció. Esta versión fue grabada en los años 50. Entonces, la guerra fría tuvo como feliz consecuencia un feroz despliegue de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1307826565720557450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1307826565720557450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/04/franz-konwitschny-y-la-pastoral.html' title='Franz Konwitschny y la Pastoral'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/SfDZFecBZpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xPF5CljnoBQ/s72-c/Konwistschny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-524187361351132020</id><published>2009-03-26T00:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:22:38.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Christian Gerhaher</title><summary type='text'>© Hiromichi YamamotoHe llegado hace un rato del Teatro Real. Escuchándole, he tenido aquella experiencia rara y feliz de desear que su canto no acabase. Espero poder repetirla.  Estoy segura que quienes leen este blog saben a qué me refiero y la han vivido alguna vez, en un teatro o en una sala de conciertos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/524187361351132020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/524187361351132020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/03/christian-gerhaher.html' title='Christian Gerhaher'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/ScrJDJW2R-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iwPVfZRPFE0/s72-c/12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-8377862985979330205</id><published>2009-03-24T21:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:49:12.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Larra, 200 años</title><summary type='text'>En moral cristiana estamos por resistir al enemigo; en música queremos              sucumbir cuanto antes a la tentación, y ciertamente que un              filarmónico en la ópera no es un anacoreta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8377862985979330205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8377862985979330205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/03/larra-200-anos.html' title='Larra, 200 años'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-8291687798398086087</id><published>2009-03-22T19:36:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:43:30.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Una musicóloga en Nueva York</title><summary type='text'>Haber coincidido con la residencia primaveral de la Orquesta Sinfónica de Chicago y Pierre Boulez en el Carnegie Hall es una de las cosas que contaré a mis nietos. Si nos fiamos de Gramophone, la de Chicago es la mejor orquesta americana. Hacer distinciones en una lista en la que se encuentran las orquestas de Cleveland o LA, por ejemplo, además de varias europeas, empezando por las del </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8291687798398086087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8291687798398086087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/03/una-musicologa-en-nueva-york.html' title='Una musicóloga en Nueva York'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-4730858511804975145</id><published>2009-03-18T15:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:03:24.778Z</updated><title type='text'>Sigue el folletín del Teatro Real</title><summary type='text'>Lo que debería haber sido una fiesta - la presentación de otra excelente temporada firmada por Jesús López Cobos y Antonio Moral - ha sido su último capítulo, también relatado aquí con referencia a la anunciada huelga del coro del teatro. Y ha confirmado lo que se pudo deducir en la rueda de prensa dada en diciembre para presentar a Gérard Mortier como nuevo director artístico.Entonces, por </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4730858511804975145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4730858511804975145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigue-el-folletin-del-teatro-real.html' title='Sigue el folletín del Teatro Real'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-154365934306349762</id><published>2009-03-06T13:25:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:27:53.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Madame Verdurin y la Red</title><summary type='text'>"Hoy parece que esté prohibido aburrirse". Nos lo dice Antoine Compagnon, pero, con alguna variante, yo se lo vengo repitiendo a mi hija desde que aprendió a decir "mamá, me aburro". "Pues abúrrete, bonita," - le digo - "está muy bien eso de aburrirse". Lo que me apena, y ésta es la verdadera razón de este post, es que EL PAÍS haya desperdiciado la oportunidad de entrevistar comme il faut a una </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/154365934306349762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/154365934306349762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/03/madame-verdurin-y-la-red.html' title='Madame Verdurin y la Red'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3627264346900543733</id><published>2009-03-06T00:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:16:59.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Éstas (noticias) vienen de Canadá</title><summary type='text'>Qué registro discográfico vivo y envolvente. La pureza de la voz de Suzie Leblanc y la sensibilidad como pianista y acompañador de Robert Kortgaard están captados con una sutileza admirable. Y qué placer escuchar francés así cantado, la poesía de Messiaen así cantada. Ange silencieux, écris du silence dansmes mains....C'est l'alphabet du rireaux doigts de ta maman.Son oui perpétuelétait un lac </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3627264346900543733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3627264346900543733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/03/esta-viene-de-canada.html' title='Éstas (noticias) vienen de Canadá'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/SbBvQec2QBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aBFQeNn3fvE/s72-c/51Nk23BimuL._SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7062887175657985224</id><published>2009-03-05T00:52:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:57:51.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Más noticias de Suecia</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7062887175657985224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7062887175657985224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/03/mas-noticias-de-suecia.html' title='Más noticias de Suecia'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/Sa8igWPpdnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VHrwfKAqszI/s72-c/BIS-SACD-1709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-4733136913291290457</id><published>2009-02-27T19:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:34:16.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Anne Sofie von Otter</title><summary type='text'>La entrevisté hace unos días. El pretexto era el lanzamiento, en abril, de su último CD, dedicado a Bach. El resultado saldrá en Audio Clásica.Al principio, me temí lo peor, porque había leído en más de un sitio que la mezzo sueca tiene un carácter bastante poco contemporizador. Después de hablar con ella, sin embargo, me quedé con la mejor de las impresiones. Es directa y disciplinada, así que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4733136913291290457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4733136913291290457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/02/anne-sofie-von-otter.html' title='Anne Sofie von Otter'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/Sak7TlR63bI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_dtUKvzpvCc/s72-c/vonotter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-4512553325514766903</id><published>2009-02-24T22:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:45:52.329Z</updated><title type='text'>A propósito de Mendelssohn (I)</title><summary type='text'>El Servicio de Música de la Fundación Gulbenkian ha tenido la estupenda puntería de programar para el próximo 16 de marzo - el día de mi cumpleaños: excelente regalo - el primero de los dos conciertos que el Cuarteto Talich, uno de mis preferidos, dedicará a los cuartetos de Félix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy. Por si esto fuera poco, el pasado lunes, en el Auditorio Nacional de Madrid, Lang Lang y la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4512553325514766903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4512553325514766903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/02/proposito-de-mendelssohn-i.html' title='A propósito de Mendelssohn (I)'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-8637849964026842116</id><published>2009-01-27T19:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:32:49.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Stravinsky y la eutanasia</title><summary type='text'>Hace tiempo que me ronda la idea de que debe de haber alguna conexión entre el fin de la era de Antonio Moral y Jesús López-Cobos en el Teatro Real y la ópera de José María Sánchez Verdú, El Viaje a Simorgh. No sale gratis en España travestir a un obispo, ni siquiera cuando se hace de mentirijillas, o recordar el pasado inquisitorial de la iglesia católica, sobre todo en un teatro público </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8637849964026842116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8637849964026842116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/01/stravinsky-y-la-eutanasia.html' title='Stravinsky y la eutanasia'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1249392313523859615</id><published>2009-01-07T17:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:48:48.021Z</updated><title type='text'>Um presentinho para o Ópera e Demais Interesses</title><summary type='text'>O João escolheu o CD handeliano de Joyce DiDonato como un dos seus "best of" 2008. Tive o prazer de entrevistara cantora em Novembro passado para Audio Clásica. O pretexto foi, precisamente o recital que deu em Madrid incluído na digressão de promoção do CD que o João tanto apreciou. É uma excelente cantante, uma pessoa encantadora e, ainda por cima, também é a nossa vizinha na blogosfera. São, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1249392313523859615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1249392313523859615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-presentinho-para-o-pera-e-demais.html' title='Um presentinho para o Ópera e Demais Interesses'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6186432913011019627</id><published>2009-01-05T22:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:38:21.312Z</updated><title type='text'>2008, addenda</title><summary type='text'>Faltaban Marc Ribot en San Sebastián, John Zorn en Lisboa y la tercera entrega del Anillo de Graham Vick en el São Carlos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6186432913011019627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6186432913011019627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-addenda.html' title='2008, addenda'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-2526518359546938218</id><published>2009-01-04T21:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:53:41.743Z</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><summary type='text'>No voy a ser menos, aunque puede que me olvide de alguna cosa.Empezó y concluyó bajo el signo de Isolda y Waltraud Meier. Fue en enero, en Madrid, con dirección de Lluis Pasqual y Jesús López Cobos, y en diciembre, en París, con el montaje de Peter Sellars y Bill Viola. Empezó y concluyó igualmente bajo el signo de Káťa Kabanová: primero en Amsterdam, con Amanda Roocroft, Willy Decker y Yakov </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2526518359546938218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2526518359546938218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/SWEqz46xa1I/AAAAAAAAATE/QBs5D3tzAOU/s72-c/Tristan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-9063368073443107319</id><published>2008-05-18T19:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:03:07.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para meter na agenda</title><summary type='text'>Mónica Pais, a quem tive o prazer de escutar na passada edição do Festival Cistermúsica na estreia do ciclo vocal Inês (uma bela obra de Carlos Marecos sobre a qual escrevi aqui), vai ser a Leonora de Il Trovatore.Ou é o que parece. Explico-me.Ela falou no projecto depois daquele concerto. A ópera estava prevista para o Verão de 2007 (e se calhar aconteceu e eu não reparei). Passados estes meses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/9063368073443107319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/9063368073443107319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/05/para-meter-na-agenda.html' title='Para meter na agenda'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1394989992107420514</id><published>2008-05-17T23:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:18:42.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Au bord de l'eau</title><summary type='text'>S'asseoir tous deux au bord d'un flot qui passe,Le voir passer;Tous deux, s'il glisse un nuage en l'espace,Le voir glisser;A l'horizon, s'il fume un toit de chaume,Le voir fumer;Aux alentours, si quelque fleur embaume,S'en embaumer;[Si quelque fruit, où les abeilles goûtent,Tente, y goûter;Si quelque oiseau, dans les bois qui l'écoutent,Chante, écouter...]Entendre au pied du saule où l'eau </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1394989992107420514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1394989992107420514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/05/au-bord-de-leau.html' title='Au bord de l&apos;eau'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-2168330118376950102</id><published>2008-05-17T11:36:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:34.725Z</updated><title type='text'>El estreno de Death in Venice</title><summary type='text'>Foto de Antoni Bofill, retirada del site del Liceu.¿Cómo será la experiencia de escuchar la música de Death in Venice en Snape Maltings, la sala donde tuvo lugar su primera audición? Revestida de madera y ladrillo, y más pequeña que el Liceu, puedo suponer que devuelve una imagen sonora más rica, poniendo en relieve la instrumentación, camerística y ascética, de la obra. Pueden quedarse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2168330118376950102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2168330118376950102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/05/el-estreno-de-death-in-venice.html' title='El estreno de Death in Venice'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/SC7ibR2dusI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1ztmU-J8rII/s72-c/foto6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-2365208235180046828</id><published>2008-05-14T19:38:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:40:40.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>António Rosado</title><summary type='text'>A (longa) entrevista, que transcrevo a seguir (contrariando todas as regras editoriais dos bons blogs), não faz justiça à vivacidade do entrevistado. E, obviamente, também não dá conta da sua arte como pianista. Fica aqui como lembrança e, sobretudo, como homenagem pelos seus trinta anos de carreira: três décadas, das quais tenho acompanhado quase duas, marcadas pela seriedade e pela paixão pelo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2365208235180046828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2365208235180046828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/05/antnio-rosado.html' title='António Rosado'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7800034632057843239</id><published>2008-04-28T16:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:34.902Z</updated><title type='text'>Bonita por fora e por dentro</title><summary type='text'>Foto: Johannes IfkovitsO trabalho acumula-se. Por isso não tenho dito nada. Nem sequer do Fidelio de Abbado em Madrid, nem do Tannhäuser de Carsen em Barcelona. Mas sim vou referir Angela Denoke, a quem entrevistei há dias para Audio Clásica. Editei a nossa conversa telefónica durante este fim de semana e ainda estou bem disposta por causa da sua frescura e da sua simpatia. A soprano alemã será </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7800034632057843239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7800034632057843239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/04/bonita-por-fora-e-por-dentro.html' title='Bonita por fora e por dentro'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/SBXs6QvZEnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/S87x1vWuka4/s72-c/denoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7582345200570383978</id><published>2008-04-23T17:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:01:31.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Franck Ollu dixit</title><summary type='text'>Porto se ha convertido en referente de la música en Europa.Nunes es uno de los más importantes compositores del mundo y su música se interpreta muy a menudo. Es un hombre muy interesante, y aunque sea portugués tiene una proyección universal; ha sido profesor en el Conservatorio de París durante muchos años. Es una personalidad muy carismática y de un fuerte carácter, lo cual se proyecta en su </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7582345200570383978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7582345200570383978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/04/franck-ollu-dixit.html' title='Franck Ollu dixit'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-4093380655131424855</id><published>2008-04-20T22:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:03:29.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas pelo preço de uma</title><summary type='text'>Por causa da recente estreia na Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian do concerto para percussão de John Corigliano, pensei que talvez tivesse algum interesse lembrar esta entrevista que lhe fiz ao compositor americano no passado mês de Julho. Pelo mesmo preço, os amáveis visitantes deste blog julgarão, se calhar, igualmente interessante esta outra, com o maestro Franck Ollu. Foi realizada por Paco Yáñez </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4093380655131424855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4093380655131424855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/04/duas-pelo-preo-de-uma.html' title='Duas pelo preço de uma'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-2945800998574516422</id><published>2008-04-18T22:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:35.047Z</updated><title type='text'>Tomem nota</title><summary type='text'>E não o esqueçam: Lionel Bringuier. Por várias razões. Uma delas é esta:« Je ne suis pas là pour faire mon numéro, mais pour faire de la musique. Je ne suis pas tendu par un stress négatif, car je suis heureux de diriger. »Acaba de passar por Lisboa, onde tem dirigido a Orquestra Gulbenkian interpretando obras de Tchaikovsky, Corigliano e Stravinsky.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2945800998574516422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2945800998574516422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomem-nota.html' title='Tomem nota'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/SAkXpmatO8I/AAAAAAAAANs/AUPcmPEXAR4/s72-c/Bringuier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1464507371647600099</id><published>2008-04-18T22:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:35.302Z</updated><title type='text'>Corigliano rocks</title><summary type='text'>Conjurer foi estreado esta semana em Lisboa pela extraordinária percussionista escocessa Evelyn Glennie e pelas cordas da Orquestra Gulbenkian. Magnífico, simplesmente. Que liberdade. Vou fazer a crónica para Mundo Clásico: o post é só para o assinalar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1464507371647600099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1464507371647600099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/04/corigliano-rocks.html' title='Corigliano rocks'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/SAkWpmatO7I/AAAAAAAAANk/27lIQfpLbpc/s72-c/cori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5874499664852224459</id><published>2008-04-14T22:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:18:31.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogueiros de gema</title><summary type='text'>Há dias, através do indispensável Bandeira ao Vento, cheguei a outro blog cuja autora tinha sido convidada para este debate. Ainda não li o livro que o motivou e por isso é bem provável que este comentário seja completamente descabido. No contexto do mencionado debate, obviamente: neste blogue fica bem tudo o que fica.A noticia do debate e do livro fez-me lembrar que eu gosto de pensar que os </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5874499664852224459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5874499664852224459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogueiros-de-gema.html' title='Blogueiros de gema'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5905008835620289545</id><published>2008-04-08T21:33:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:33:43.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias a Karajan</title><summary type='text'>Este post era, inicialmente, continuación del anterior. Hablaba yo del exagerado espacio ocupado por Karajan, lo que, naturalmente, me llevaba a considerar los numerosos directores a los que hizo sombra su siempre bien iluminada figura. Se me ocurrió dedicarlo a Erich Kleiber porque no renovó su contrato con la Deutsche Staatsoper en 1935 para evitar someterse a la política nazi. Y porque es el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5905008835620289545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5905008835620289545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/04/un-post-medias.html' title='Gracias a Karajan'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-8059678395919427888</id><published>2008-04-08T17:31:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:36.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Karajan, 100 anos e alguns dias</title><summary type='text'>Incomoda-me o espaço exagerado que Herbert von Karajan ocupou nos media até ao seu falecimento. Portanto, podem deduzir facilmente o que acho acerca da comemoração do seu centenário. Suponho que é evidente que, apesar do que acabo de escrever, me interessa qualquer aproximação da sua figura e do seu percurso artístico que, para além do gosto/não gosto, a avalie no contexto da ascensão e queda do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8059678395919427888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8059678395919427888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/04/karajan-100-anos-e-alguns-dias.html' title='Karajan, 100 anos e alguns dias'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R_vQvMW8SuI/AAAAAAAAANc/3Fl0rPgQyAo/s72-c/KarajanAutocrat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-104724173439360324</id><published>2008-04-04T13:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:05:04.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um reino sereno</title><summary type='text'>As comparações são sempre injustas. Bom fim de semana.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/104724173439360324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/104724173439360324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-reino-sereno.html' title='Um reino sereno'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6362625580609722110</id><published>2008-04-03T23:43:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:36.892Z</updated><title type='text'>Actualidad de Ovidio</title><summary type='text'>Puccini ya está despachado. El material que he utilizado para el artículo, tanto el relacionado con él y con sus óperas, como la información-ganga que me ha deparado el camino, sería suficiente para mantener activo este blog durante meses.Entre las cosas que se incluyen en la segunda categoría, y que, por lo tanto, no tienen absolutamente nada que ver con el compositor de Lucca, está la noticia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6362625580609722110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6362625580609722110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/04/actualidad-de-ovidio.html' title='Actualidad de Ovidio'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R_YllcW8SpI/AAAAAAAAAMU/k4XyGLVLZ_s/s72-c/fairlady2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6682153833675860032</id><published>2008-03-31T16:15:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:37.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Puccini Bomboni</title><summary type='text'>Los aniversarios tienen estas cosas. En 2008 se conmemora que Puccini nació hace 150 años. Así que aquí estoy yo, bloqueada en medio de un texto, incapaz de decidir si el suicidio de una de sus criadas es relevante para la comprensión de sus óperas. Elvira, la mujer del compositor, se convenció de que la criatura había seducido a su marido - que, como se sabe, no era precisamente un casto José - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6682153833675860032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6682153833675860032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/puccini-bomboni.html' title='Puccini Bomboni'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R_EAP8W8SmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sMVv12ClARE/s72-c/adam%2Bpuccini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-8701745871960347768</id><published>2008-03-26T21:39:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:37.317Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma boa notícia</title><summary type='text'>Julia Jones vai ser a nova maestra - por que não? - titular da Orquestra Sinfónica Portuguesa. Acho que todos andávamos já com vontade de ouvir boas notícias vindas da Rua Serpa Pinto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8701745871960347768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8701745871960347768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/uma-boa-notcia.html' title='Uma boa notícia'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R-rDdsW8SlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kQmpWlH1tOM/s72-c/Julia_Jones_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6563313972214046405</id><published>2008-03-25T00:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:37.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Clásicos para esta primavera (III)</title><summary type='text'>Los nerds son tendencia. Lo es también el college style. Cualquiera que lea revistas de la especialidad lo sabe. Si Ian Bostridge es el tenor college style por excelencia, Alexandre Tharaud viene a ser lo mismo, pero en pianista y intello, como se dice en buen francés. Por principio, los que mantenemos o leemos blogs como éste no podemos antipatizar con artistas como ellos. En mi caso y en lo que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6563313972214046405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6563313972214046405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/los-nerds-son-tendencia.html' title='Clásicos para esta primavera (III)'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R-hIjsW8SkI/AAAAAAAAALo/R7QVr-PptiU/s72-c/TharaudPreludes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7122718717728779074</id><published>2008-03-24T14:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:37.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Brahms, sangue e petróleo</title><summary type='text'>Gostei muito de Punch Drunk in Love, de Paul Thomas Anderson. Sem dúvida, um dos motivos foi a banda sonora, assinada por Jon Brion. Este fim de semana, fui ver o último filme do realizador, There will be Blood, uma história feita de ambição, solidão, egoísmo e obsessão para além do bem e do mal. Perguntava-me, entre outras coisas, o que é estaria a fazer em semelhante filme o Concerto para </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7122718717728779074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7122718717728779074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/brahms-sangue-e-petrleo.html' title='Brahms, sangue e petróleo'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R-e3-cW8SiI/AAAAAAAAALY/P-Hf5ttcN90/s72-c/blood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5276675679176820688</id><published>2008-03-21T13:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:38.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Clásicos para esta primavera (II)</title><summary type='text'>Se llevan, definitivamente, la claridad y las transparencias. Y también la ligereza. Y los colores exuberantes, casi ravelianos. Además, Philippe Herreweghe, que prosigue la integral de las sinfonías de Beethoven, añade a su interpretación una sabia dosis de retórica y de apurado sentido del drama y de la declamación. A lo mejor es extraño elogiar con semejante descripción una grabación que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5276675679176820688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5276675679176820688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/clsicos-para-esta-primavera-ii.html' title='Clásicos para esta primavera (II)'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R-O-WsW8ShI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8YGUvK9Lvl4/s72-c/PTC5186316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-2736129624764804459</id><published>2008-03-21T13:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:05:24.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Le joli temps du lilas</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2736129624764804459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2736129624764804459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/le-joli-temps-du-lilas.html' title='Le joli temps du lilas'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-829920270607103978</id><published>2008-03-19T18:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:38.449Z</updated><title type='text'>Clásicos para esta primavera (I)</title><summary type='text'>Salió la primavera pasada, pero todavía no ha pasado de moda. Thomas Zehetmair, que es desde hace años uno de mis músicos preferidos, dirige la Northern Sinfonia con frescura plena de juventud y lirismo. Imprime a sus interpretaciones del concierto de Brahms y de la cuarta de Schumann un estilo muy camerístico. No extraña, teniendo en cuenta su experiencia pasada. De hecho, algunas de sus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/829920270607103978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/829920270607103978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/clsicos-para-esta-primavera-i.html' title='Clásicos para esta primavera (I)'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R-FW-zPvggI/AAAAAAAAALI/sHsbPZE2Zyo/s72-c/AV2125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7043323617686553677</id><published>2008-03-09T21:14:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:24:44.452Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Terceira de Mahler inesquecível</title><summary type='text'>Hoje, Michael Zilm dirigiu magistralmente a terceira de Mahler em Lisboa. À Orquestra Metropolitana de Lisboa e ao Coro Sinfónico Lisboa Cantat juntaram-se a Orquestra Académica Metropolitana e o Coro Infantil do Instituto Gregoriano de Lisboa. Os músicos envolvidos, a AMEC e a sua direcção e, sobretudo, Michael Zilm estão de parabéns: foi um acontecimento artístico de qualidade incontestável, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7043323617686553677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7043323617686553677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/uma-terceira-de-mahler-inesquecvel.html' title='Uma Terceira de Mahler inesquecível'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1970646605956630328</id><published>2008-03-09T12:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:56:04.340Z</updated><title type='text'>No es verano,</title><summary type='text'>pero como si lo fuera.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1970646605956630328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1970646605956630328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-es-verano.html' title='No es verano,'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-428669035136153455</id><published>2008-03-08T19:55:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:38.695Z</updated><title type='text'>Herencias</title><summary type='text'>Hace una semana tuve la fortuna y el placer de entrevistar a Arturo Tamayo, uno de los mejores directores de orquesta del mundo. La entrevista será publicada el próximo mes de abril, en Audio Clásica , y creo que es una de las mejores que he hecho en mi vida. El mérito es todo suyo, obviamente. Hablamos sobre sus primeros conciertos en Madrid, durante la fase final del franquismo, sobre Iannis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/428669035136153455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/428669035136153455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/herencias.html' title='Herencias'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R9LvQzPvgfI/AAAAAAAAALA/jCpYNb7y2VQ/s72-c/tamayo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5805239931634909655</id><published>2008-03-07T10:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:57:37.451Z</updated><title type='text'>Formas blandas de censura</title><summary type='text'>La calificación de un libro o de un espectáculo con notas o estrellitas es siempre un despropósito. Es como si el crítico fuese el maestro del artista o del escritor que está criticando y le dijera: si lo haces bien, bonito, te apruebo, si lo haces mal, te doy un cachete o, dicho de otra forma, te vas a casa con una bolita negra. Bolas y estrellas saltan por encima de los argumentos, casi hieren </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5805239931634909655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5805239931634909655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/formas-blandas-de-censura.html' title='Formas blandas de censura'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3953211009610277768</id><published>2008-03-06T18:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:38.971Z</updated><title type='text'>Imparcialidad conmovedora</title><summary type='text'>Hoy, gracias a El País, he sabido que Hillary se vistió de color rojo sangre para festejar sus últimas victorias y que en Tejas hay un museo donde se exhibe una silla eléctrica y restaurantes que exigen a los clientes se quiten el sombrero antes de entrar. El artículo, con imparcialidad conmovedora, concluye: "Esto es Tejas, y aquí ganó Clinton".Hillary. Sería un buen título para una ópera.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3953211009610277768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3953211009610277768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoy-gracias-el-pas-he-sabido-que.html' title='Imparcialidad conmovedora'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R9A627qZITI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hR0CxwVMpxE/s72-c/hillaryclinton_wideweb__470x308,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3075609182346770408</id><published>2008-02-14T19:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:13:10.407Z</updated><title type='text'>Ensino da Música</title><summary type='text'>Mais uma manifestação pela defesa do Ensino Especializado da Música terá lugar no próximo dia 15 de Fevereiro pelas 15h junto à Assembleia da República.Para saber mais sobre o assunto, vale a pena ler os posts publicados nos blogs Salvemos o(s) Conservatório(s) (aqui e aqui) e no Ideias Soltas (aqui).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3075609182346770408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3075609182346770408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/02/ensino-artstico.html' title='Ensino da Música'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-4060277778595549565</id><published>2008-02-14T12:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:42:38.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Para o Zé Pedro Borges</title><summary type='text'>Seguro que se harán amigos en el cielo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4060277778595549565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4060277778595549565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/02/para-o-z-pedro.html' title='Para o Zé Pedro Borges'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-993245762595829160</id><published>2008-01-30T10:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:21:11.211Z</updated><title type='text'>Beleza, pertinência, ética</title><summary type='text'>A única pequena indignação que me provocou Das Märchen não tem a ver directamente com a obra. Derivou-se do facto do seu orçamento - no mínimo, um milhão de euros – ser equivalente ao de dez edições da Festa da Música! A comparação é injusta, eu sei, mas fi-la e irritou-me. Entretanto, lá estaremos, a partir de amanhã, em Nantes, escutando Schubert... Obrigada, Antena 2.De resto, a certidão de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/993245762595829160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/993245762595829160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2008/01/beleza-pertinncia-tica.html' title='Beleza, pertinência, ética'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-401807055271381841</id><published>2007-12-25T17:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:39.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Peterson</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/401807055271381841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/401807055271381841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/12/oscar-peterson.html' title='Oscar Peterson'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/R3E9kpKRIfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bWWMFJkT0LY/s72-c/oscar_peterson_trio_629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6300677971697916721</id><published>2007-10-24T14:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T15:13:05.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Forum de discussão sobre a educação artista em Portugal</title><summary type='text'>Carlos Araújo Alves, do Ideias Soltas, teve a generosa ideia de criar um forum dedicado à discussão de temas relacionados com a educação artística. Chama-se precisamente assim: Educação Artística FORUM. Propõe-se, nas palavras do próprio Carlos:numa atitude de incentivar uma cidadania activa e participada, estimular umdebate público e aberto sobre os rumos da Educação Artística em Portugal. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6300677971697916721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6300677971697916721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/10/forum-de-discusso-sobre-educao-artista.html' title='Forum de discussão sobre a educação artista em Portugal'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5318272507258864455</id><published>2007-10-23T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:03:42.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dívida</title><summary type='text'>O Paulo foi muito simpático e desafiou-me, há três meses (ups!), a contar no meu blog as minhas últimas cinco leituras. Vou mencionar unicamente aquelas que terminei mesmo agora o que estou a ler principalmente por (ou com) prazer. Ou seja, ando igualmente entretida com outras leituras de escravatura (para as aulas, para notas de programa e para artigos) que, julgo eu, não vale a pena referir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5318272507258864455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5318272507258864455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/10/dvida.html' title='Dívida'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7294687114157522026</id><published>2007-10-22T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:39.774Z</updated><title type='text'>Kempff inédito</title><summary type='text'>El pianista Wilhelm Kempff, que se dedicó también a la composición, pertenece a esa generación de intérpretes que creía en la verdad de la música y que despreciaba serenamente el mero efecto pirotécnico como medio para impresionar a la audiencia. Ésos son los principios en los que se fundamenta su raro talento para poner en evidencia el crecimiento, formal y sonoro, de las obras que formaron </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7294687114157522026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7294687114157522026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/10/kempff-indito.html' title='Kempff inédito'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/Rxz2tho4YhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3c7pN063oes/s72-c/OrfeoKempff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6579674264899389789</id><published>2007-10-20T11:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:03:21.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuno Nabais, meu herói</title><summary type='text'>Ao contrário do Henrique, que relata no seu último post um concerto desastroso da OSP dirigido por José Cura, eu regresso à blogosfera movida pelo entusiasmo e pela admiração.Ontem, como tinha esquecido em Espanha os meus vestidos de gala, decidi não passar pelo São Carlos (o João diz que também não foi por outras razões que, por acaso, partilho). Fui, com calças de ganga, para a Fábrica Braço de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6579674264899389789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6579674264899389789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/10/nuno-nabais-meu-heri.html' title='Nuno Nabais, meu herói'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-8722170215979186118</id><published>2007-07-27T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:34:10.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto da Meloteca</title><summary type='text'>O meu post de despedida, antes de ir para férias, era o anterior.  Mas fui agora ver o hotmail do blog, que não via há tempos, e encontrei esta mensagem endereçada por António José Ferreira, o responsável pela magnifica Meloteca. O conteúdo é bem menos agradável do que o do podcast do Carlos, mas julgo que será, infelizmente, de interesse para os internautas melómanos que por aqui passam.Fica </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8722170215979186118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8722170215979186118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/07/manifesto-da-meloteca.html' title='Manifesto da Meloteca'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1295881924864030648</id><published>2007-07-27T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:16:10.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Castigo às avessas</title><summary type='text'>Por causa do tau-tau que eu dei no Edelmiro, o Carlos castigou-me com este podcast que se recomenda: maravilhoso sempre e perfeito para entrar, escutando-o, no período de férias.  Isso é, precisamente, o que eu vou fazer daqui a umas horas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1295881924864030648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1295881924864030648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/07/castigo-s-avessas.html' title='Castigo às avessas'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7111523341617704678</id><published>2007-07-26T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:40.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Corigliano rocks</title><summary type='text'>Creo que ya conté en el blog que el motivo de mi ida a Santander fue entrevistar a John Corigliano. El artículo ha salido hoy en Mundo Clásico. Voy a tener la oportunidad de conversar más despacio con él este  verano, para hablar, entre otras cosas, del encargo que el Servicio de Música de la Fundación Calouste Gulbenkian le ha hecho, juntamente con otras instituciones europeas y americanas, para</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7111523341617704678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7111523341617704678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/07/corigliano-rocks.html' title='Corigliano rocks'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/RqiB7ZOFEII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/q2YfI_SmaK8/s72-c/Corigliano_color_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-4251982012050937111</id><published>2007-07-20T12:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T12:32:39.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La columna de la derecha</title><summary type='text'>Sigue tan caótica-alfabética como hace unas semanas. En realidad, un poco más, porque acabo de incluir otras tres entradas: una portuguesa, la del útil blog del Coro Ricercare, otra luso-neerlandesa, la del blog del excelente barítono Armando Possante (distinto apreciador de música disco), y la de un tercero, escrito desde Bogotá. Se trata del interesante blog de Mauricio Peña.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4251982012050937111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4251982012050937111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/07/la-columna-de-la-derecha.html' title='La columna de la derecha'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5841069916206325436</id><published>2007-07-19T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:54:20.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Por qué le llaman gusto, cuando quieren decir moral?</title><summary type='text'>Estaba todavía en Santander cuando leí, en el ABC, la noticia de que cincuenta abonados del Teatro Real habían enviado una carta a los patrocinadores y benefactores del coliseo madrileño protestando por las puestas en escena que “hieren la sensibilidad del público”, particularmente las concebidas por Calixto Bieito y Carlos Amat, respectivamente, para Wozzeck, de Berg, y El viaje a Simorgh, de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5841069916206325436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5841069916206325436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/07/por-qu-le-llaman-gusto-cuando-quieren.html' title='¿Por qué le llaman gusto, cuando quieren decir moral?'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1143295953826358470</id><published>2007-07-18T10:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:40.801Z</updated><title type='text'>Dos libros</title><summary type='text'>uno que he detestadoy otro que estoy devorando con placery que hubiera debido reproducir el retrato de su autora en la portadalindaCon el pretexto de que es verano, y como además el libro de Alma es sobradamente conocido, no me voy a explayar comentándolos.Aunque tal vez se justifique decir algo sobre la novelita de Echenoz. El problema es que sólo se me ocurren adjetivos poco lisonjeros. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1143295953826358470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1143295953826358470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/07/dos-libros.html' title='Dos libros'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/Rp3ccNVr3nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZHRYzM215sk/s72-c/JuanEchanozRavel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6340371381547314079</id><published>2007-07-17T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:09:59.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa retalhada</title><summary type='text'>É claro que isto tem uma explicação: a principal consequência da absurda política urbanistica das últimas décadas foi retalhar a sociedade lisboeta, afastando as pessoas umas das outras e remetendo cada qual para a sua vidinha privada num dia a dia em que os habitantes raramente têm oportunidade de se encontrarem uns com os outros fora do centro comercial ou do hipermercado. O sentimento do viver</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6340371381547314079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6340371381547314079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/07/lisboa-retalhada.html' title='Lisboa retalhada'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7672261413156595026</id><published>2007-07-16T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:52:13.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verano, finalmente</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7672261413156595026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7672261413156595026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/07/verano-finalmente_16.html' title='Verano, finalmente'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-2703521142729353802</id><published>2007-07-15T09:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:36:48.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Las virtudes de Pandora, que ahora se muda a Matosinhos</title><summary type='text'>¡Tanto tiempo! El verano, la burocracia universitaria y la provincia combinados dan como resultado una especie de torpor más o menos bien dispuesto, incompatible con el mantenimiento regular de un blog. Ésa es la explicación. En medio de esa calma, han ocurrido algunas cosas divertidas y otras agradables, claro. Está en la segunda categoría el viaje que he hecho esta semana a Santander. Fui allí </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2703521142729353802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/2703521142729353802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/07/las-virtudes-de-pandora-que-ahora-se.html' title='Las virtudes de Pandora, que ahora se muda a Matosinhos'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3245498133814087792</id><published>2007-07-15T09:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:55:26.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3245498133814087792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3245498133814087792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3547756505949476197</id><published>2007-06-21T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:26:45.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De Singapur a Alicante, pasando por Escocia</title><summary type='text'>El Festival de Música de Alicante incluye en la programación de este año  una coproducción del Theatre Cryptic y el T’ang Quartet. A partir de obras de Kevin Volans, Franghiz Ali-Zadeh, Rolf Wallin y Joby Talbot, Cathie Boyd, directora artística del Theatre Cryptic, y el T’ang Quartet, cruzando los límites de diferentes artes performativas, han concebido una especie de representación teatral de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3547756505949476197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3547756505949476197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/de-singapur-alicante-pasando-por.html' title='De Singapur a Alicante, pasando por Escocia'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7337880002389382780</id><published>2007-06-21T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:06:34.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Atalhos</title><summary type='text'>Conforme pode ler-se  aqui, esta Primavera, Pedro Carneiro, Teresa Simas e Alexandre Dias decidiram fundar a Orquestra de Câmara Portuguesa. As audições estão actualmente a decorrer e o seu primeiro concerto tem data marcada para o próximo dia 13 de Setembro, no CCB, sob a direcção de Pedro Carneiro.O nome surpreendeu-me: não conhecia esta faceta da sua personalidade artística, que muito admiro, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7337880002389382780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7337880002389382780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/atalhos.html' title='Atalhos'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1983735512093286810</id><published>2007-06-20T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:36:13.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais sobre o ensino artístico na perspectiva do utente</title><summary type='text'>Agora ando bastante entretida com o trabalho, mas nas pausas para o café lá vou visitando os blogs dos outros:  por exemplo, o Ideias Soltas, através do qual regressei ao Insustentável. Ali, o Rogério, num post a propósito da reforma do ensino artístico, narra, na primeira pessoa um recente episódio ilustrativo da sua experiência como utente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1983735512093286810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1983735512093286810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/mais-sobre-o-ensino-artstico-na.html' title='Mais sobre o ensino artístico na perspectiva do utente'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-398399495357086723</id><published>2007-06-18T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:41.049Z</updated><title type='text'>Este blog está otra vez...</title><summary type='text'>... de exámenes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/398399495357086723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/398399495357086723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/este-blog-est-otra-vez.html' title='Este blog está otra vez...'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/RnW_WLJTN8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/cpfhcuM88Xs/s72-c/examen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3741894455192852430</id><published>2007-06-17T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:11:20.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensino artístico</title><summary type='text'>Tenho vindo a acompanhar os debates blogosféricos suscitados pelo Relatório de Avaliação do Ensino Artístico, encomendado pelo Ministério da Educação. Agora acabei de ler o que o Carlos tem escrito sobre o mesmo    aqui, aqui e aqui. Nesses posts, desvenda as implicações que – no mundo real – têm as decisões legislativas baseadas no tal relatório.Conheço essa realidade apenas como utente. Tenho </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3741894455192852430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3741894455192852430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/ensino-artstico.html' title='Ensino artístico'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-70571587855059614</id><published>2007-06-17T18:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:11:20.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soa como música</title><summary type='text'>Quando se atinge uma certa idade, procuram-se outras coisas... no google. Pelo caminho, chega-se também a blogs como este. O que  lá está escrito soa  como música. Ouçam só:Jovencísimo color rojo cereza con ribete violáceo, de capa media. En nariz presenta aromas de fruta roja fresquísima (cerezas, grosellas), agua de rosas, violetas, tierra húmeda y algunas notas lácteas. En boca la primera </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/70571587855059614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/70571587855059614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/soa-como-msica.html' title='Soa como música'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-88922413982217495</id><published>2007-06-15T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:46:45.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Émanglons: Moeurs et coutumes</title><summary type='text'>Sans motifs apparents, tout à coup un Émanglon se met à pleurer, soit qu'il voie trembler une feuille, une chose légère ou tomber une poussière, ou une feuille en sa mémoire tomber, frôlant d'autres souvenirs divers, lointains, soit encore que son destin d'homme, en lui apparaissant, le fasse souffrir.Personne ne demande d'explications. L'on comprend et par sympathie on se détourne de lui pour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/88922413982217495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/88922413982217495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/les-manglons-moeurs-et-coutumes.html' title='Les Émanglons: Moeurs et coutumes'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-475260189202248594</id><published>2007-06-14T20:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:41.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Lang Lang: o último post</title><summary type='text'>A conversa foi breve: ou, ao menos, eu fiquei com vontade de falar mais um bocado com ele. Deu a imagem de alguém calmo, inteligente, sensível e observador e que, para além de uma pontinha de inocência, tem imensa curiosidade pelo que o rodeia. Tem a voz agradável e hoje faz 25 anos.Amanhã, começa uma breve digressão por diversas cidades alemãs acompanhado pela Orquestra Gulbenkian e Lawrence </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/475260189202248594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/475260189202248594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/lang-lang-o-ltimo-post.html' title='Lang Lang: o último post'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/RnGQ9LJTN6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-UZ9_fr3fDY/s72-c/langlangprobe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6222346068714005357</id><published>2007-06-12T23:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:59:04.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakira y Beyoncé</title><summary type='text'>Sí, han leído bien: Shakira y Beyoncé. Y no, no van a participar en ninguna producción del Palau de les Arts. Es sólo que hoy, en uno de los cafés del campus, he visto su último vídeo, en el que cantan a dúo una canción titulada "Beautiful Liar". Admito que, si no fuera porque Shakira me cae bien, ni siquiera lo comentaría. Como ven, siempre necesito algún tipo de justificación emocional para </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6222346068714005357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6222346068714005357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/shakira-y-beyonc.html' title='Shakira y Beyoncé'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-8074655350733891140</id><published>2007-06-11T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:39:31.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memento</title><summary type='text'>Entre texto de escravatura e texto de escravatura, fui dar um pulinho ao Bandeira ao Vento, que é muito  melhor do que    qualquer bola anti-estresse.  Graças a ele, deparei-me con esta maravilha. Com  uma breve sessão de leitura aleatória, acabo de matar     algumas saudades da Arcádia, do tempo em que brincávamos aos tradutores e as noites pareciam não ter fim. Volto para a escravatura.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8074655350733891140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8074655350733891140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/memento.html' title='Memento'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1670140097856217886</id><published>2007-06-11T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:41.548Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuga</title><summary type='text'>Tenho de fazer a crítica à reedição das Variações Goldberg de 1955, lançada este ano pela etiqueta Membran. A minha primeira reacção foi fugir, claro, empurrada pelo próprio Gould para os braços de Baudelaire. E apareceu isto no google:Il faut être toujours ivre. Tout est là: c'est l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du Temps qui brise vos épaules et vous penche vers la terre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1670140097856217886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1670140097856217886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/fuga.html' title='Fuga'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/Rm1y-rJTN4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/hN7VMpT4IEg/s72-c/Gould.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3001426293744780510</id><published>2007-06-08T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:57:46.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem não tem mesura</title><summary type='text'>"Aprobarlo todo suele ser ignorancia; reprobarlo todo, malicia." Esta é uma das citações mais conhecidas de Baltasar Gracián, da qual me tenho lembrado nestes dias lendo os comentáros blogosféricos ao Macbeth do São Carlos.Por meu turno, ando entretida a acabar a minha crítica para Mundo Clásico. Posso no entanto adiantar, coincidindo com alguns comentários, que a Theodossiou não é a Verrett, que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3001426293744780510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3001426293744780510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/quem-no-tem-mesura.html' title='Quem não tem mesura'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1942756402483016745</id><published>2007-06-07T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:25:30.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lang Lang, mais uma vez</title><summary type='text'>Isto tem andado um bocadinho abandonado, mais do que por causa da Primavera, que también, devido à proximidade do Verão: chegou o fim do ano lectivo, há artigos para acabar, tenho de preparar os exames, essas coisas.Temo que o blog vai ficar neste estado, inerte e pré-férias, durante as próximas semanas.No entanto, no meio da burocracia académica, e no seguimento das nossas conversas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1942756402483016745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1942756402483016745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/lang-lang-mais-uma-vez.html' title='Lang Lang, mais uma vez'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3706708412378257115</id><published>2007-06-02T03:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T04:03:50.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Retratos del poder</title><summary type='text'>No deja de tener una leve punta de ironía que las dos primeras óperas montadas en São Carlos después del cese de Paolo Pinamonti – y por él programadas antes de su salida – hayan sido un Rossini cuyo título podría ser parafraseado con otro   – El italiano en Portugal , claro – y una segunda ópera también “política”, en este caso de Verdi: el terrible Macbeth.Si en la primera lo que vemos en </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3706708412378257115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3706708412378257115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/retratos-del-poder.html' title='Retratos del poder'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5992480891974615363</id><published>2007-06-01T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:41.754Z</updated><title type='text'>Macbeth</title><summary type='text'>Não é Johan Reuter, evidentemente, mas poderia sê-lo.O seu Macbetto parece-me motivo suficiente - e há mais alguns - para aconselhar nestes dias uma ida ao São Carlos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5992480891974615363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5992480891974615363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/06/macbeth.html' title='Macbeth'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/RmApKEYe7AI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3Y1gewPNXdU/s72-c/macbethorson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5792733271475692860</id><published>2007-05-30T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:41:56.699+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the air</title><summary type='text'>My idea is that there is music in the air, music all around us, the world is full of it, and you simply take as much as you require.Edward Elgar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5792733271475692860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5792733271475692860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-air.html' title='In the air'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6379049772993307075</id><published>2007-05-29T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:18:20.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais sobre Lang Lang</title><summary type='text'>Por meu turno, depois de ler este comentário no blog do Carlos, apeteceu-me acrescentar algumas coisitas ao meu penúltimo post.Fui ao concerto com algum receio: a agressiva estratégia de marketing que tem estado atrás do pianista pelo menos desde os seus 18 anos e, mais específicamente, a desenvolvida pela sua discográfica, a DG, inspirada na pop music e dirigida, também, ao mercado asiático, não</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6379049772993307075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6379049772993307075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/mais-sobre-lang-lang.html' title='Mais sobre Lang Lang'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6713275759635464775</id><published>2007-05-29T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:03:18.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diario de una profesora</title><summary type='text'>Uno de mis mejores alumnos, que tiene últimamente bastante abandonado su blog (espero encontrarme entre los culpables de ello), ha sido también el autor de algunas de los mensajes más divertidos y clarividentes que he leído este curso.En el tema sobre música y tecnología, por ejemplo, les propuse como audición Kontakte. Cuando hubo quien confesó en el foro de la asignatura de Historia de la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6713275759635464775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6713275759635464775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/diario-de-una-profesora.html' title='Diario de una profesora'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-6947014023161414511</id><published>2007-05-28T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:23:04.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O pianista que veio da China</title><summary type='text'>Não descubro nada novo, eu sei, mas eles são mesmo diferentes. Este ano, tive  em Salamanca uma aluna da Coreia. O tema do curso era o tratamento da música erudita na imprensa escrita. Ela contou-nos o que acontecia nos jornais do seu país. Começou assim: para vocês, ocidentais, a linguagem é comunicação, para nós, é poesia. Adivinharam, tenho a certeza, as dúvidas que tenho relativas ao meu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6947014023161414511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/6947014023161414511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-pianista-que-veio-da-china.html' title='O pianista que veio da China'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1153357357316657807</id><published>2007-05-25T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T13:59:53.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para este fin de semana</title><summary type='text'>Ella cantando "Dream a Little Dream of Me" en la televisión japonesa (1964).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1153357357316657807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1153357357316657807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/para-este-fin-de-semana.html' title='Para este fin de semana'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-946698544252068182</id><published>2007-05-24T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:50:21.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Música y escena</title><summary type='text'>Encontrar un lenguaje escénico personal es una tarea tan complicada como encontrar un lenguaje musical propio, y esto es algo de lo que muchos compositores no son conscientes. Voy a provocar un poco: en el noventa por ciento de las producciones de teatro musical contemporáneas a las que asisto, no encuentro una relación de necesidad entre la música y la escena, la mayoría de los compositores </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/946698544252068182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/946698544252068182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/msica-y-escena.html' title='Música y escena'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-825433788355692138</id><published>2007-05-24T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:57:32.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiago Bartolomeu Costa dixit</title><summary type='text'>Isto  deve ser um bocadinho ilegal, mas, com a vénia e enquanto ninguém se queixar, aqui fica o artigo que Tiago Bartolomeu Costa, do blog O Melhor Anjo, assina hoje no Público. Intitula-se "Um engodo chamado Opart".  A leitura pode ser complementada com a do publicado ao longo destes meses no Ideias Soltas.A lei de 27 de Abril, que define o Opart, o organismo que oficializa a junção da Companhia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/825433788355692138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/825433788355692138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/tiago-bartolomeu-costa-dixit.html' title='Tiago Bartolomeu Costa dixit'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1035898179430341094</id><published>2007-05-23T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:45:06.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fonógrafo</title><summary type='text'>Vai declamando um cómico defunto.Uma plateia ri, perdidamente,Do bom jarreta... E há um odor no ambienteA cripta e a pó – do anacrónico assunto.Mudo o registo, eis uma barcarola:Lírios, lírios, águas do rio, a lua...Ante o Seu corpo o sonho meu flutuaSobre um paul – extática corola.Muda outra vez: gorjeios, estribilhosDum clarim de oiro – o cheiro de junquilhos,Vívido e agro! – tocando a alvorada</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1035898179430341094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1035898179430341094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/fongrafo.html' title='Fonógrafo'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1061088881258421267</id><published>2007-05-23T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:41.969Z</updated><title type='text'>(Casi) sin palabras</title><summary type='text'>No me ha gustado sólo a mí y por razones parecidas. Yo hubiera destacado también otros cortes, por ejemplo el sexto.En Lisboa (27 de mayo) y Madrid (1 de junio), Javier Perianes va a tocar la parte solista del concierto en sol, de Ravel, juntamente con Daniel Harding y la Orquesta Sinfónica de Londres.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1061088881258421267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1061088881258421267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/casi-sin-palabras_23.html' title='(Casi) sin palabras'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/RlSKSxZF4QI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cYL7TJbDW7Y/s72-c/perianes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-8700228558964548338</id><published>2007-05-22T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:35:56.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La ópera ha muerto, viva la ópera</title><summary type='text'>Otra de las cosas que se me han quedado en el tintero estos días es la entrevista que le hice a Hans Zender con el pretexto de su última visita a Madrid. Dirigió, dentro de la programación de Musicadhoy, su "interpretación compuesta” de Winterreise.Es asombrosa la variedad de referencias culturales y sonoras que se manifiesta en su obra y también en su conversación. La personalidad artística de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8700228558964548338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8700228558964548338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-pera-ha-muerto-viva-la-pera.html' title='La ópera ha muerto, viva la ópera'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3219310726627895875</id><published>2007-05-22T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:45:32.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inês de Castro, según Carlos Marecos</title><summary type='text'>Escuché el otro día en Alcobaça, en la inauguración de la 15ª edición del Festival de Música de la ciudad, el estreno de una de las últimas obras de Carlos Marecos: Inês, siete miniaturas sobre A Castro ou  Tragédia muy sentida e Elegante de Dona Inês de Castro (1587), de António Ferreira, que es considerada la primera tragedia clásica portuguesa.La pieza de Marecos, que es uno de los </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3219310726627895875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3219310726627895875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-mito-de-in-actualizado.html' title='Inês de Castro, según Carlos Marecos'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1973956002913638937</id><published>2007-05-17T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:11:13.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simorgh en la net</title><summary type='text'>El martes pasado vi y escuché, finalmente, El Viaje a Simorgh, de Sánchez Verdú, que se ha estrenado este mes el Teatro Real. La obra, desde luego, ha generado primero expectativa y, después, discusión. También en la net.En la página de Beckmesser se pueden encontrar algunas de las críticas que han salido en la prensa escrita y a partir de este artículo, publicado en Periodista Digital, se ha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1973956002913638937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1973956002913638937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/simorgh-en-el-ter.html' title='Simorgh en la net'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5808774138829471315</id><published>2007-05-17T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:27:02.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post demagógico</title><summary type='text'>El número de los que se preocupan después de saber que la universidad española ocupa el lugar número 40 en el Bologna Scorecard 2007 que se discute estos días en Londres debe de ser más o menos coincidente con el de los melómanos que se interesan por la - por así decirlo a falta de expresión inmediata más contundente - ópera contemporánea.Detrás de España, y hasta llegar al número 48, están </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5808774138829471315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5808774138829471315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-demaggico.html' title='Post demagógico'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-4318877391592707664</id><published>2007-05-13T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:13:06.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ópera, sofismas e a causa liberal</title><summary type='text'>O João comenta hoje o conteúdo de um artigo de opinião que saiu ontem no DN.Há dias o mesmo autor publicou um post argumentativamente comparável no blog onde colabora. Acabo de ver que no blog A memória inventada, no post "Pela boca morre o Poisson?", já foi assinalado o principal defeito do seu raciocínio.O domínio da sofística está ao alcance de muito poucos. Não é sofista quem quer, mas quem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4318877391592707664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4318877391592707664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/pera-sofismas-e-causa-liberal.html' title='Ópera, sofismas e a causa liberal'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-4461352871860069920</id><published>2007-05-10T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:42.334Z</updated><title type='text'>(Casi) sin palabras</title><summary type='text'>Irrepetible. Incomparable. Todavía no se puede comprar en la iTunes española, pero sí se puede escuchar en la página de Naxos.Nota para maniáticos: no se ve en la portada, pero es la legendaria versión de Václav Talich y la Filarmónica Checa grabada en 1954, restaurada para Naxos Historical por Mark Obert-Thorn y que el año pasado salió reeditada en Supraphon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4461352871860069920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/4461352871860069920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/casi-sin-palabras.html' title='(Casi) sin palabras'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/RkJV2PsGZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/vX1GkyKWhDk/s72-c/talich.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7785833573071916066</id><published>2007-05-08T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:51:16.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para perderse</title><summary type='text'>Entrad, por ejemplo, por la palabra Printemps.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7785833573071916066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7785833573071916066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/para-perderse.html' title='Para perderse'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-712364009227545343</id><published>2007-05-08T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:51:58.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Relva crescida</title><summary type='text'>A relva cresceu  e temos de volta o Henrique, em grande forma. Até que enfim!Ainda bem que as  deficientes condições acústicas nas quais decorreu a Valquíria do Vick não lhe impediram apreciar devidamente os resultados sonoros atingidos pela OSP nas récitas a que teve o desprazer de assistir.Por meu turno, este Verão vou compará-los cuidadosamente com os de Bayreuth. Asseguro-vos que hei-de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/712364009227545343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/712364009227545343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/relva-crescida.html' title='Relva crescida'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-7107605263729894094</id><published>2007-05-08T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:43.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Pianistas</title><summary type='text'>Por pura casualidad, me encontré hace unos días con el CD de Evgenia Rubinova. Fue lanzado por la EMI el verano pasado. Lo que hace con las Fantasías op. 116, de Brahms, hay que escucharlo para creerlo.Con las novedades pianísticas lanzadas por la etiqueta Naxos este mes no me he encontrado por casualidad. De Eldar Nebolsin me habían hablado bien varias personas. Vive en España, donde es bastante</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7107605263729894094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/7107605263729894094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/pianistas.html' title='Pianistas'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/RkBRfvsGZ6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ctp0AyUd5jY/s72-c/pizarro.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1996744074290660799</id><published>2007-05-08T00:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:12:40.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos maneras de verlo</title><summary type='text'>Ontem, esqueci-me de dizer que este é un post dedicado ao Zé [Júlio] que gosta da Sarah Vaughan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1996744074290660799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1996744074290660799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/dos-maneras-de-verlo.html' title='Dos maneras de verlo'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-3847599340550275984</id><published>2007-05-04T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:27:05.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser y no ser</title><summary type='text'>La Orchestrutopica nació hace seis años gracias a la iniciativa de cuatro compositores que decidieron reunir un grupo instrumental de “geometría variable” especializado en música del presente. Fue una decisión arriesgada, ya que no contaban con ningún apoyo institucional estable. Actualmente es, juntamente con el Grupo de Música Contemporânea de Lisboa, el único ensemble exclusivamente dedicado a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3847599340550275984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/3847599340550275984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/ser-y-no-ser.html' title='Ser y no ser'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-8767791171034820117</id><published>2007-05-04T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:23:43.894Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonata a Kreutzer</title><summary type='text'>A tragédia final da Sonata a Kreutzer, a novela de Tolstoi,  é provocada pela audição da Sonata op. 47, de Beethoven.  Pózdnyshev, a personagem protagonista, sofre a incongruência entre a experiência interna produzida pela sua audição e as circunstâncias marcadas pelos convencionalismos burgueses, “entre damas decotadas”, onde era habitualmente tocada e escutada. A música, diz ele, induz o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8767791171034820117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/8767791171034820117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/sonata-kreutzer.html' title='Sonata a Kreutzer'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMLTm7sB6Co/RjtY2fsGZ2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/G7U4ksxDGwg/s72-c/janacek03.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-1527309135518630313</id><published>2007-05-02T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:43:45.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prodigio difundido a escala planetaria</title><summary type='text'>Esto es, desde luego, admirable. Se puede completar con la lectura de este artículo, en el que se cuenta la vida del joven músico, que entonces tenía 12 años. Ahora, con el reciente lanzamiento de su quinta (una casualidad, claro) sinfonía grabada por la Orquesta Sinfónica de Londres y con sendos contratos firmados con la empresa IMG Artists y con la Sony, Jay Greenberg se ha convertido </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1527309135518630313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/1527309135518630313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/prodigio-difundido-escala-planetaria.html' title='Prodigio difundido a escala planetaria'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066276.post-5793974717179847125</id><published>2007-05-01T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:54:02.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JDF en Valencia</title><summary type='text'>Juan Diego Flórez se presenta mañana  en el Palau de les Arts. Hoy, tenemos entrevista promocional en El País (sólo para abonados). Nos enteramos de que, ahora que se ha casado, es su mujer la que cocina. Pues muy bien.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5793974717179847125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066276/posts/default/5793974717179847125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporaneas.blogspot.com/2007/05/jdf-en-valencia.html' title='JDF en Valencia'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887964870530172046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
