The Beat Connection

Radio, a juke joint by the river placed in the ancient town of Porto, proudly announces a momentuum with Mr. Maia Rui, ph.d,

Next Saturday: 23h00. the first of October, it´s "The Beat Connection " night!!!

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Fake Biographic note:

Mr. Rui Maia, ( spelled Rú-í Mái-ah ) a child prodigy with local rocknrollers: the marvelous ensemble "Le X- Wife", is single and hates corruption, poverty and wants to help to make the world a better place. Alergic to seafood and injustice.

Nowadays likes more Funhouse by the Stooges. But it wasn´t always like that.

After the Beat Generation, in the words of Kerouac as the drum, the rhytm, the energy of the jazz.
The beat as in Beatific... Like Holy.Sacred.
As the ancient players of the pan flutes in joujouka, a rock and roll band 6 000 years old, in the words of Willian Burroughs. As Hassan I Sabbah, the old man in the Allamuth Valey:

"Nothing´s True. Everything´s permited".

" I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry
dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats
floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels
staggering on tene- ment roofs
illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the
scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the
windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror
through the wall, ...."

in "Howl". Allen Ginsberg - 1 956