The Song #2 by Birds Are Indie

In the summer of 1998 I took a trip to Poland and back to Portugal, by bus, that lasted two weeks. Six months before that, I met a girl named Joana who became my girlfriend (and later, bandmate) until today.

The Song #1 by Woodpigeon

Are there any sweeter words about life and place and living and loving than, “Into each life must fall some rain / now that is true / where I come from / you love the rain or move away / which I didn’t do / I love the rain where I am from”?

Silence, there’s music (Mabel)

Listening to ANNA LEONE is like peering into her most intimate thoughts and feelings. She is not afraid to show herself at her most vulnerable. She is not afraid to show us her bare soul.

A letter to the mayor

The exhibition “LETTERS TO THE MAYOR” asked us to write a letter to ADA COLAU, the mayor of Barcelona. We would have loved to put this song by ELLIOTT SMITH in the envelope as well. This is the letter we sent…

No poetry in death

Death “is not to sing about, it is not to turn it into art,” says MOUNT EERIE but he crosses our hearts with this simple, moving and uncomfortable song.

FemPop, we are one

FemPop, the festival that does not want to exist. But it’s also the festival that wants to create community.

Silence, there is music… (Lieven)

There is nothing more beautiful than two voices that find and embrace each other. And if those two voices are KEVIN MORBY and WAXAHATCHEE, the whole world becomes a blurry background.

Silence, there is music… (Mabel)

There are days that you purposely listen to music you do not like too much so that it does not stop you from concentrating on the job and there are days when you find a song like this and you have to stop everything you are doing, shut up and listen. Nothing else.

The night shift (Mabel)

I have a habit of making lists for almost everything. Enumerating and dividing tasks helps me to believe that the world can be a little more manageable. The first thing I do when I sit down to work is write a list of things pending…