[vc_row content_width=”full” equal_height=”” font_color=”dark” background_type=”image” background_img=”127488″ background_img_lazyload=”1″ shift_y=”0″ z_index=”0″ min_height=”825″][vc_column][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n
ROUTE: MUSIC | SANDRA NOBRE STORYTELLER<\/i> | JOANA RAY ILLUSTRATOR<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n [\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”2\/3″ shift_x=”0″ shift_y=”0″ z_index=”0″ inline_style=”text-align: justify;” css=”.vc_custom_1560873602216{padding-right: 50px !important;}”][vc_column_text]There are nights when a women has to go out to drink and dance. Men go out any day, but women do not, they need a reason, a date, a depression. I always saw myself as a kind of jukebox: I do not even need a coin, just a chord for my body to let go. All styles \u2013 or almost \u2013 have this effect. For any reason. It is hard to assume, but I cannot sing. I tried. Karaoke nights were a disaster. I tried the Iceberg Bar, in Cascais, because nobody knew me there. And no one wanted to know me after the experience, more terrifying than the worst horror movie, of listening to me sing Close to Me, from The Cure: \u201cPull my eyes out\/ Hold my breath\/ And wait until I shake\u2026\u201d. But I will be, once again, in the front row, glued to the main stage at NOS Alive, shouting for Robert: \u201cI never thought tonight could ever be\/ This close to me\u2026\u201d[\/vc_column_text][vc_row_inner][vc_column_inner content_placement=”default” width=”1\/2″][vc_column_text]The jam sessions at Anjos 70 allow everyone to bring their influences and more or less talent to the stage. But who in their right mind would give me the microphone without ever hearing me before? \u201cWho gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? I\u2019ve seen those English dramas too\/ They are cruel\/ So if there\u2019s any other way\/ To spell the word, it\u2019s fine with me\/ With me” \u201d\u2026 I reflected the name of the Vampire Weekend on that Saturday when, after countless beers, I tried to make a cover of Oxford Comma, but it seemed more like Adolfo L\u00faxuria Canibal declaiming in fury.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner content_placement=”default” width=”1\/2″][vc_single_image image=”127492″ img_size=”full” full_width=”1″ opacity=”100″][\/vc_column_inner][\/vc_row_inner][vc_row_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1\/2″][vc_single_image image=”127496″ img_size=”full” full_width=”1″ opacity=”100″][\/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1\/2″][vc_column_text]After a few attempts, I stopped singing. I prefer to listen to others. At Popular in Alvalade, a place for songwriters and glories of rock. At Titanic Sur Mer, where I have fun with Irm\u00e3os Catita and the madness of Manuel Jo\u00e3o Vieira, an emblematic figure of Portuguese rock and eternal candidate to run for President. At Ferrovi\u00e1rio, where jazz is sung by improvisation, at ZDB, more alternative, or at Musicbox, for all tastes. At Mesa de Frades, where dinner meets pure and typical fado, which reads our passions, lost loves, tears and joys, with voices of angels, served among the tiles of an eighteenth-century chapel, in an alley of Alfama, as a remedy for the soul, with a jug of wine. Some nights are like that.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column_inner][\/vc_row_inner][vc_column_text]But other nights, song sung by others and music played live are not enough for me, I need a dancefloor and decibels taking control of my body. I enter the electronic vibe of Chemical Brothers: \u201cHey girls\/ Hey boys\/ Superstar DJ\u2019s\/ Here we go\u2026\u201d, my body into a trance, in one of the dancefloors of Lux Fr\u00e1gil. Rive Rouge can be a good alternative, especially on nights when actor Nuno Lopes is DJing and I mix gin and rum in the same glass, the house cocktail. Parties at Villa Tamariz are a showcase of suntanned bodies and celebrities, but they are outdoors, which is perfect on summer. Radio-Hotel is on the same wavelength, but without the sea breeze and your appearance counts, at least early in the night. Speaking of bodies, there is nothing like the warm nights of B.Leza, with morna, funan\u00e1 and coladeira setting the rhythm, very tight yes, the lady dances. I lose my mind with 80s and 90s music played at the iconic Inc\u00f3gnito and Plateau until dawn.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][vc_column width=”1\/3″][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n Anjos 70 \u2013 jam sessions<\/a> [vc_row content_width=”full” equal_height=”” font_color=”dark” background_type=”image” background_img=”127488″ background_img_lazyload=”1″ shift_y=”0″ z_index=”0″ min_height=”825″][vc_column][vc_column_text] PLAY YOUR MUSIC ON THE JUKEBOX ROUTE: MUSIC | SANDRA NOBRE STORYTELLER | JOANA RAY ILLUSTRATOR [\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”2\/3″ shift_x=”0″ shift_y=”0″ z_index=”0″ inline_style=”text-align: justify;” css=”.vc_custom_1560873602216{padding-right: 50px !important;}”][vc_column_text]There are nights when a women has to go out to drink and dance. Men go out any day, but…<\/p>\nNIGHT STOPS<\/h1>\n
\nFerrovi\u00e1rio \u2013 terrace, jam sessions, live music<\/a>
\nGaleria Z\u00e9 dos Bois \u2013 art centre, concerts, nightclub<\/a>
\nTitanic Sur Mer \u2013 nightclub, live music<\/a>
\nLux Fr\u00e1gil \u2013 nightclub, dance<\/a>
\nRive Rouge \u2013 nightclub, dance<\/a>
\nRadio-hotel \u2013 nightclub, dance<\/a>
\nMusicbox Lisboa \u2013 nightclub, concerts<\/a>
\nInc\u00f3gnito \u2013 nightclub<\/a>
\nPlateau \u2013 nightclub<\/a>
\nB.Leza Clube \u2013 african music<\/a>
\nPopular de Alvalade \u2013 singer-songwriters, live music<\/a>
\nMesa de Frades \u2013 restaurant, fado<\/a>
\nSMUP \u2013 Sociedade Musical Uni\u00e3o Paredense (Parede) \u2013 multidisciplinary, cultural events, festivals, parties<\/a>
\nVilla Tamariz (Estoril) – nightclub, outdoors dancing<\/a>
\n– Iceberg Bar (Cascais) – karaoke<\/a>[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"