Prezado, faça-me o favor de não se entregar ao primeiro sorriso lindo que lhe encantar, pois quando esta pessoa for embora caberá a mim juntar todos seus cacos. Francamente? Já estou cansado de tanto trabalho.
One of those small classy gestures that characterizes Fairuz is her typical bow, through which she thanks audience. Not a single word she spells during her performances around the world. Not a single exaggerated gesture: the unique way she interacts with her public is this mute, universal obeisance.
Jeff Buckley performing live at The Garage on September 1, 1994 in Finsbury Park, London, England.
“September 1, 1994, The Garage in London’s Finsbury Park. Jeff Buckley removes his shirt. The first three rows - entirely comprised, it seems, of smitten women - swoon en masse. The room ripples with sweat and electricity throughout the heady song which follows. As it finishes, one girl yells in a desperate, yearning tone, "Have my babies!” “And mine!” shouts another. Jeff laughs. “Hey I gotta show to do.” Jim Irvin: It’s Never Over: Jeff Buckley 1966-1997, Mojo Magazine, August 1997
In the early years of the epidemic many of us read accounts by American gay men about the scale of loss in their personal lives. Such accounts often seemed almost embarrassing, because they were seemingly exaggerated, and at the same time lacking in affectivity — the deaths were described flatly, almost without an emotional response. Indeed, I well remember running into a well known gay activist in a clothes shop on Christopher Street in New York in the late 1980s. He poured out the story of how he’d set out to go to the funeral of an ex-lover, but instead had gone shopping, unable to face yet another funeral. ‘You haven’t lived’, he explained, ‘until you get used to not going to your best friends’ funerals.’ Five years later I understand his words and actions only too well. Writing now in the summer of 1994 in London, where the epidemic is running approximately five years behind the time-scale of mass infection and rate of disease progression in the US, I also understand something of the inner conflicts he must have been experiencing. There are only so many funerals one can attend in a month.
Simon Watney, Imagine Hope: AIDS and Gay Identity.