uma música para o fim de semana - Mr Holland (Gregory Porter)

Há duas semanas ofereceram-me o bilhete para ir ao concerto do cantor norte-americano Gregory Portar no Festival Jardins do Marquês em Oeiras.

Gosto bastante do Greg, mas não sou um apaixonado por ele, e aproveitei a oferta.

Senhor de uma voz única e distinta, e abarcar o universo do jazz, soul e gospel, deliciou com a maior das facilidades uma plateia de gente que atravessava todo um espectro de idades. 

Calorosa, afectuosa, aveludada e confortável como um sofá, cantou temas que toda a audiência queria ouvir e uma a uma elas fora-se sucedendo: Liquid Spirit, Hey Laura, Musical Genocide, Holding On e Water Under Bridge.

Para fugir (com dificuldade) ao óbvio, escolho para uma música para o fim de semana, uma das canções finais do concerto de Oeiras, Mr Holland, do seu último trabalho (e sexto álbum) datada de 2020, All Rise.

Bom fim de semana 😉🎵

Hello, Mister Holland

And Rosie may come out and play

She's a good girl now

Won't be no trouble, no how

By the way, Mister Holland

I like the way you make no trouble of my skin

It's not a problem

Nor has it ever been

You invited me into your home

Treated me like I was grown

I was only 18

And Rosie was a beauty queen

Hello, Mister Holland

And Rosie may come out and play

I'm a good boy now

Won't be no trouble, no how

By the way, Mister Holland

Like the way you treat me like a regular Joe

I wanted a soda

And you said Rosie could go

Anyway, I like your style

Seemed like I'll be around for a while

We can talk about a country mile

And listen to a blues record, check it out, oh

Hello, Mister Holland

And Rosie may come out and play

It's a good world now

Won't be no trouble, no how

And by the way, Mister Holland

I liked the way you treat me like a regular being

My name is not a problem

And oh, it never will

Anyway, I like your way

People ought to be able to play

And keep your soul as black as the night

When you walk in straight into the light

Oh now

Anyhow, I like your way

People ought to be able to play

Keep your soul as black as the night

As you walk into the brighter light

Mama used to fear for me

When you walk out in the world, you see

Some people will fear your face and name

But Mister Holland, don't play that game

Oh, Mister Holland

Oh, Mister Holland

Oh, Mister Holland

Oh, always treat me right

Ay, Mister Holland

Oh, Mister Holland

Oh, Mister Holland

Oh, Mister Holland always treat me right

Mister Holland

Hey, Mister Holland

Thank you, Mister Holland

You sure 'nuff treat me right

Mister Holland

Hey, Mister Holland

Hey, Mister Holland

But you always treat me right, oh