Precisamos de boas desculpas para nos reunir e tratar de coisas realmente importantes.
Quem mais enfiaria (opa!) Sonny Liston, Vinicius e Toquinho, Greg Noll, Kelly Slater, Taylor Steele, Mar sem Fim, Albee Layer, Kolohe Andino, Jadson André e Italo Ferreira num Podcast ?
Julio Adler e João Valente, fazem apurada degustação de assuntos salgados e caros aos que ainda guardam alguma areia nos pés e pitadas de sal na sobrancelha.
Bóia 18 servido.
E agora tambem aqui em tudo quanto é plataforma!
Lista de assuntos e links do Bóia,
O Poetinha e Toquinho tocando Chorando pra Pixinguinha
VIVALDI E PIXINGUINHA -Radamés Gnattali e Camerata Carioca
Dicionário da história social do samba
Link para a editora
Brazil All Over Now
Cassius Clay x Sony Liston
The OG Hawaiian-Brazilian rivalry
Ain't That Swell Podcast
Taylor Steele e a Tempestade
Link para a reportagem sobre o Mar sem Fim nos Açores
21 Days com kolohe e Jadson
Opiniated Passion
Morning of the Earth: Simple Ben
Letra da Música
Simple Ben
John J. Francis
Walkin' on a dusty road in the countryside of ease
I heard a song driftin' on the gently blowin' breeze
Sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all
A barrow pushed by a little man came rollin' from the west
He sang a song as he stepped along until we drew abreast
Well hello there my friend, I see you're on the road here just like me
Why don't we stop and rest a while and I'll boil a pot of tea
Just give me sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all
He said his name was Simple Ben but not what I'd believe
Christened by the way he thought and not the way he lived
I've seen the best and worst that we have here on our earth
And finally decided on the things that I get worth
Just give me sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all
I asked if he had seen the great jets fly across the sky
He said he'd seen the smallest bird learnin' how to fly
Have you seen the bridges stretched across the bays
I've seen the smallest fish alive dyin' in the haze
Have you seen the massive buildin's reached towards the sun
I've seen the fields of barronness from the work that man has done
What about the dams and weirs that feed the countryside
I've seen the brownness of the grass when the dams and weirs run -
Just give me sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all
What about the fertile lands where nothin' once would grow
I've seen the lands
