TGIF! It’s Free Basin’ Friday! You’ve sure come to the right place. We’re all geared up for the weekend and ready to hook y’all up with some fresh tunes! This week we’re shelling out the first two releases in our Marcos Valle series: Marcos Valle & Garra… but wait… it ain’t over yet. We’re also gonna throw in a test pressing of Marcos Valle, to sweeten the deal!
Danggg that’s one hell of a prize. For your chance to win, take a look at this picture of 70 year old Marcos (below) and tell us: What do you think the man is doing to stay so gorgeous and full of youth?! We’ve tried and tried to get him to spill the beans on his beauty secrets, but he won’t tell!
Be sure to include your name and email address in the proper field (kept private) so we can contact you if you win! Thanks for playing, and have a killer weekend!
Good records obviously!
Coconut oil, surely.
ORANGE MOCHA FRAPPUCCINO!!!
Marcos Valle is amazing.
Keeping it mellow and staying in the music.
Playing and composing music since the early 60s keeps him fresh and young!
It’s Gary Coleman in a wig. Gary has the real Marcos tied up in his garage
golden synthesizer baths and 3 unicorn kisses every stroke of midnight for years. a beautiful way to valle.
He’s at Peace…and Jazzercise.
Bossa hog!
Bossanovocaine
He lives in Brazil. That’s all
Peanut butter, sunshine & lotsa tea!
Moisturizer?
Every morning Marcos awakes under a canopy of green leaves a guitar strings, peers upward toward the sun, blinks twice, says “Hello” and takes a pair of bongos out to the patio. He and a toucan share a glass of papaya juice while he reads tomorrow’s newspaper (just so he’s ready). The bongos sit untouched until inspiration strikes and suddenly from their heads a symphony emerges. Satisfied, he finishes his second glass of juice and heads to a nearby waterfall to condition his flaxen locks. Only the finest bossa-butter will do. Along the way he makes a new friend each day, learning their name, their history and their wishes. He assiduously writes down the information in a small notebook that he carries in his back pocket, later to be read, channeled and sung. After his hair is suitably conditioned, he returns home and ends his morning with a record. He found it near the waterfall, it should be good.
Aćai fruit and steady pita.
Amazing Music
Staying out of the Australian sun
Marcos stays young by following the solemn advice of one of his musical papas, Andrés Segovia, who warned him that to contemplate death or even one’s own mortality was the same as staring at the sun — he would surely go blind after aging prematurley. Indeed the only victory over death is achieved by pretending it does not exist. Marcos hasn’t thought of death or his own mortality since that day. Instead he allows himself to be seduced by the musical sirens in his head, led by a woman whom he has only glimpsed in dreams, whose love for his soul is so magical and profound that even his sins when kissed by her breath are transformed into virtues. Unable to understand his good fortune, he gives thanks to God each day, recalling, as Chesterton wrote, that gratitude is the highest of human emotions. And what then of gratitude put to beautiful music? One is so joyful that he even forgets to age.
Marcossium applied liberally to the central temple areas for the physical and plain old weed for the mental.
Thrice-bathed in preserved lemon oil and eucalyptus. From a leisurely wake around noon until a comfy repast at midnight, the man know as Marcos the Beautific will strum lutes and mandolins until the inspiration for sweet soul-jazz takes him, and then even the sun shining down couldn’t help but smile, nudging the Great Father in the sky, blessing us mortals with the great sounds that the Maker bequeathed him. He falls asleep on a bed of savory herbs, surrounded by lithe beauties with flowing hair, and dreams only of that magic land where pianos weep and guitars hold sway in golden courts in a palace of vinyl. The moon is always full when it shines down on the man, and the fog never roams past his slumbering eyes.
Valle!
I think Marcos took LSD with Andy Williams, in a secret ceremony involving a cat faced savior named Geoffrey.
Valli
Could it be the climate coupled with copious amounts of meat on a stick? Or perhaps it’s the product of being a creator of art with purpose and no fluffy stuff…Either way; good lookin’ dude!
never owning a watch and realizing that calendars are reference only.
I would say heuse coloring for his hair.
No one knows exactly how. However, i do know that his methods are illegal in 37 states
Surviving the Brazilian disco era only makes one stronger.