Preto e Branco #19 Setembro

http://archive.radiozero.pt/pretobranco_20061001.mp3

01. [01.30] September Song. Kurt Weil. 1938. Knickerbocker Holiday [Musical].
02. [03.50] September in the Rain. Red Norvo, Charles Mingus & Tal Farlow. 1943. Legendary Trio, Vol. 2: The Norvo-Mingus-Farlow Trio.
03. [06.42] Autumn Leaves. The Ray Conniff Singers. 1962. So Much in Love.
04. [11.26] Autumn Serenade. John Coltrane & Johnny Hartman. 1963. John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman.
05. [15.42] Once Upon a Summertime. Astrud Gilberto. 1965. Look to the Rainbow.
06. [18.41] Broken Bycicles. Tom Waits. 1982. One From the Heart.
07. [21.28] Epílogo. Piero Umiliani. 1969. La legge Dei Gangsters.
08. [24.27] O Canto do Cysne Negro. Heitor Villa-Lobos. 1917. Chamber Music.
09. [26.51] Pictures of Autumn. Jack Arel. Gravure Universelle.
10. [28.02] Goodnight and the Park. 1958. Bernard Herrman. Vertigo.
11. [30.26] The Things We Did Last Summer. Dean Martin. 1959. A Winter Affair.
12. [34.02] Autumn in New York. Sarah Vaughan. 1956. Sarah Vaughan Sings Broadway: Great Songs From Hit Shows.
13. [37.19] Early Autumn. Ella Fitzgerald. 1964. Sings the Johnny Mercer Songbook.
14. [41.06] Les Feuilles Mortes. Juliette Gréco. 1951. Chante ses derniers succès, 1ère série.
15. [45.04] The September of My Years. Frank Sinatra. 1965. September of My Years.
16. [48.53] September. Richard Strauss. 1948. Elisabeth Schwarzkopf, Berlin Radio Symphonic Orchestra. 1966. Four Last Songs & 12 Others Songs With Orchestra.
17. [55.08] September in the Rain. The Beatles. 1962. The Silver Beatles.


O Preto e Branco #19 marca o regresso de férias e é um programa outonal. Uma homenagem ao mês de Setembro já um pouco fora de tempo. O Preto e Branco estreia o novo semestre com um novo genérico. Substituimos Giovanni Fusco por Mary Lou Williams e quanto a isso não se aceitam reclamações.

September
The garden is in mourning:
the rain falls cool among the flowers.
Summer shivers quietly
on its way toward its end.

Golden leaf after leaf
falls from the tall acacia.
Summer smiles, astonished, feeble,
in this dying dream of a garden.

For a long while, yet, in the roses
she will linger on, yearning for peace,
and slowly
close her weary eyes.

Hermann Hesse