Pink Martini

Prodded by a couple of posts here and there with musical offerings, here’s some music from a most enjoyable and fun band, Pink Martini.
From their debut album, Sympathique.


La Soledad

Starting here with a little tongue-in-cheek nod to prior musings here on loneliness, with some mellow latin sounds — the dramatic La Soledad (The Loneliness or The Solitude, again depending on your perspective).

La Soledad
El sol se fue
y yo cantando tu cancion
la soledad se aduena de toda emocion
perdoname si el miedo robo mi ilusion
viniste a mi
No supe amar
y solo queda esta cancion.

The sun has gone
and now I sing of you
this solitude consumes me
forgive me if I was stolen away by fear
you came to me
I did not know how to love
all that is left is this song.



And here’s the whimsical Sympathique, the namesake of the album itself.
(this funny official music video is set up as a multi-language instructional tape {including sign-language!}, no doubt reflecting the band’s own multi-ethnicity)

Sympathique (or Je Ne Veux Pas Travailler/I don’t want to work)

Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement oublier
Et puis je fume

I don’t want to work
I don’t want to lunch
I want only to forget
and so I smoke



When I have the refrain of this tune in my head, it always have me pick up my step on long walks, especially when cresting over hills (okay, more like slopes), to survey my next adventure, a la Don Quixote.



Staying true to its titular reference, this tune starts slow and measured and only picks up in the middle before rousing to a crescendo finish.
(I don’t know why but I always have camels and images from Lawrence of Arabia playing in my mind when I hear this one)

(The pictures of past silver-screen leading ladies used in the clip is a mystery, but certainly not unwelcomed)


Song of the black lizard

Lets slow down and catch our breath with this cold aloof ethereal Japanese blow-off.

Song of the black lizard

Dare mo hairenu
Daiya no kokoro
Tsumetai watashi no
Kokoro no naka ni wa

Donna tenshi mo
Akogare sasayaki mo
Otoko no ainado
Todoki wa shinai
Todoki wa shinai

No one can enter
This precious cold
Diamond heart
Of mine

Not an angel
Nor whispers of desire
Nor the love of any man
Can ever reach my heart
Can ever reach my heart


No hay problema

Here’s a tune that admittably goes down very well with a cocktail. Not too sure about pink martinis here though…think I’ll stick to mojitos or throw back a few of the best cordials, tequila neats.


I left out a big song “Brazil”, from this album, because I think better versions of this song can be found elsewhere.


11 thoughts on “Pink Martini

  1. Welcome Taichiseal.

    I really like Pink Martini’s version of “Brazil” from their album (softer and more languid, like Reinhardt’s?);
    but for me, Terry Gilliam’s Pythonesque/Orwellian/Huxley-ian (intertextual references never end!) movie “Brazil” is one of my childhood muses+influences;
    and its wickedly arranged+edited big-band version of the “Brazil” theme song (which is probably more true to the samba spirit of the original “Aquarela do Brasil” {truly colourful this one!}, and by way of some Sinatra) remains definitive for me.

    But undoubtably, I always anticipate coming towards the end of the Pink Martini album to its enjoyable version of “Brazil”, before ending the sweet martini treat with a soothing Lullaby.


    [I actually meant to reply to your comment earlier, but its been a long tiring weekend… Medical stuff + hospital visits (family, not me) are never pleasant.]

  2. Saw that movie. I was already in my mid-20s then. Completely lost. Doubt it would be any different if I watched it again now. (Guess you were in your teens when you watched it). Like a lot of your posts – too deep for my simple mind to comprehend.

    Hope your family member gets well soon. Cheers.

    PS : .. I like Sinatra’s.

  3. Hi TS,

    Yep, I only caught Brazil on tape (some years after its screening I suppose) and the fascinating coming to life of Huxley’s Brave New World (and to a lesser extent, Orwell’s 1984) and portrayed in Gilliam’s typical surrealistic dreamscope, made me watch it over and over again; there was just so much going on in it.
    Much more than Blade Runner or Japanese mecha, the movie Brazil defined for me the look and feel of machine-aesthetics leading to the themes of techno-utopia or indeed, techno-dystopia.

    [Way before the grungy, bare-metal-techno look of the computer-station-screens setup as used in Matrix;
    there was the grimy techno-organo-mechano (my term) skeletal-typewriter-keys and stripped-cathode tubes+screens-oscilloscope of Brazil, which seemed neither in the past nor future and was truly timeless…
    And that old-school spine-like pneumatic tubes delivery system and the Functionalist homes-systems with living belching innards — I loved it !
    ***end of Brazil-gushing***]

    Apologies for my gobbledygook posts…
    Like an addled spider spinning senseless webs, they are just fragments of a frazzled mind and are quickly blown away like so much as the lightest of cobwebs.

    Simple or not, your sharing of your trading experience, especially when detailing your thinking in the rates and money markets, gives me a chance to learn from your previous interbank trading experience. And oftentimes, your ‘simple’ thinking behind your trade intentions/scenarios/positioning combining both the fundamental and chart perspectives, doesnt quite seem so simple…
    In any case, I think you may be my 前辈/senpai/older alumni from a certain monkish white-garbed institution.
    If this makes any sense at all, I was a reddish Moor…


    [Thanks, TS. The family member’s condition is one requiring more longer-term palliative care, common enough I guess in our aging society. Still, we hope and augur for a better age.

  4. It was so long ago that I am not entirely sure which it was now .. I think it was Buckley (?) … hmm .. don’t know.

  5. Wow, I was barely just born and still in diapers…
    Your years there would be spent at the then-new Grange Rd campus, I think. I was part of the 1990 The Move generation and so spent time at both the Grange Rd and new campuses.
    Was also a lifer, or institutionalized for the full six-year term. Ouch.

    Ah memories… both good and the not so good…

  6. Yes. I think I was part of the first batch of in-take who never study at the Bras Basah site. Straddled the principal-ship of Philip Liau and AK Sigamoney. Only good memories, none bad.

  7. I had Wijeysingha and towards the end, a certain ex-josephian came in to understudy him to takeover as headmaster… Sacrilegious!

    Wijeysingha always talked about his ‘progressive’ “my door is always open” policy during the first-year initiations, though few took him up on it.
    But one day, I found myself marched through that door by an irate teacher, after breaking a couple of window panes in a fight (you know, the classroom windows facing the wrap-around balcony connecting all the 2nd-floor classrooms and overlooking the track and bleachers ?).
    The funny thing was, I think Wijeysingha was more annoyed at the teacher for bothering him with this minor infraction and after making sure I was alright (no cuts) and condensing a quick lecture into just a few minutes, sent me back.

    [The other guy (biggest bloke in class and cohort, over a 100 kilos; and we were only 13/14!) got away with it — after slamming me into the windows, he took off before the teacher got there]

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