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100: Luciana Souza, ‘Chorinho Pra Ele’ (“Brazilian Duos”)

Posted by jeff on May 20, 2011 in Brazilian, Song Of the week, Vocalists

Happy Centenary posting, Jeff. I’ve been enjoying it every step of the way. Hope you have as well, and that we’ll all continue to do so for a long time. BTW, some subscribers have noticed that the WordPress notifications are filtered as spam. This needs to be tweaked within your email client.

I know, I wrote about Luciana Souza (b. 1966) just last week, and though she’s not real prominent in the Top 40, we’re continuing with her for a number of reasons. First, the link to ‘Baião à Tempo’, her Song of The Week itself, didn’t work. Thanks for the heads-up from several readers, and I’ve added another cut from her first album “An Answer to Your Silence” (‘3 to 2 in Overtime‘) as punitive damages. Second, Luciana has recorded in a number of distinct styles, each one deserving its own moment. Third, a number of readers got mucho turned on to Ms Souza, and that’s a drug I can’t resist. Fourth, and most importantly–she’s just so damn good.

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068: Hermeto Pascoal, ‘Santa Catarina’

Posted by jeff on Sep 25, 2010 in Brazilian, Jazz, Song Of the week

[This post was originally written in 2010. A 95-minute video of a 2012 concert of Hermeto’s (similar to the ones I saw) was recently published. Give yourself a treat– expose yourself to this otherworldly, entrancing music. JM]

Hermeto Pasocal is a 78-year old albino Brazilian sorcerer who makes music from gargling water and banging on teapots and processing football commentators, as well as from more conventional sources, like the bass harmonica and his 30something wife’s voice. Miles Davis called him “the most impressive musician in the world”. The guy is so far beyond my ken that I’m quite humbled trying to describe him, but as the Sages say, “It is not incumbent upon you to finish the job, but neither are you at liberty to refrain from it.”

My predilection for Brazilian music I’ve expressed in an earlier SoTW about the song ‘Mambebe’. This week I’m pleased as punch to share with you a small taste of the very spiritual experience I had hearing Hermeto’s two sets at the Red Sea Jazz Festival a month ago. They started at 1:15 in the morning, in withering heat, and continued till the organizers turned off the electricity, much to Hermeto’s chagrin. The band comprised seven members, all of them making wondrous sounds on a myriad of implements. The performance was as much of a trip as The Grateful Dead concert, just with all that Brazilian joie de vivre. The festival took place at the end of August, on the cusp of the month I spend in the house of worship of my choice. Throughout his sets, when my consciousness came up for air, I couldn’t help wishing I could be so immersed, so riveted, during my non-secular prayer.

Hermeto Pascoal (Photo: David Rubin)

I’ve been listening to the 17 CDs of Hermeto’s that I’ve acquired, as well as devouring oodles of YouTube clips. I usually try to present in Song of The Week music that I feel I have some grasp of, where I feel some modicum of authority or at least mastery before I shoot my mouth off. Not so here. I grasp Hermeto Pascoal no more than I grasp how to fold laundry. But I do want to try to share a bit of what I’ve learned and experienced. Pascoal was born in 1936 on a farm without electricity in a remote corner of northeastern Brazil.  Being albino, he couldn’t work in the fields with the rest of his family, so he learned the accordion from his father and spent hours practicing indoors. Fascinated by the sounds of nature, he used to play for the birds on a

Hermeto Pascoal (Photo: David Rubin)

Hermeto Pascoal (Photo: David Rubin)

pumpkin fife he crafted. He would immerse himself in the lake, creating sounds with the water, and hang scrap metal from his grandfather’s blacksmith shop on a rope, banging on various shapes to explore their sound. This led to his approach to music, in which the tones themselves are more central than chord progressions, scales, or modes. When Hermeto was 11, his father quit playing the 8-bass accordion in his son’s presence, because his son’s abilities so surpassed his own.

He had a long and varied career in Brazil in the 1950s and 1960s. In 1971 he came to New York, where he performed two of his songs with Miles Davis on the “Live-Evil” album, Nem Um Talvez (Not Even a Maybe) and Igrejinha (Little Church). Since then he’s been based in Brazil, recording some 80 albums in various formats and traveling the world.

From June 23rd, 1996, through June 22nd, 1997, he wrote one composition a day, no matter where he was, ‘so that everyone could have a song for their birthday.’ Here’s mind-boggling example of Hermeto composing a song. I’ve watched it numerous times, and I still don’t believe my eyes and ears.

Aline Morena and band members (Photo: David Rubin)

In 2002 he met the young singer Aline Morena, who has become his wife and a key member of his band. She plays 10-string guitar and sings. In both sets in Eilat she performed a piece in which she dances and sings while providing percussion by stomping her feet and slapping her body. It was so joyous, so invigorating, so super-physical that the thousands of people in the audience stood enthralled, jaws hanging open, dumbfounded and charmed beyond sense. Here’s a lovely example of the two of them making music together.

Here he is leading his band of merry pranksters into the water, making ‘lake music’ and clearly having a lot of absolutely contagious fun.

Here’s another exploration of sound, Hermeto eliciting the music from a sportscaster’s description of a football play, ‘Tiruliruli’.

Here’s a wonder called ‘Chorinho Pra Ele (Little Cry For)’, from the 1977 album “Slaves Mass”.

And here’s the same song sung by his god-daughter, Luciana Souza, who in my humble opinion is nothing less than The Best Female Vocalist working today. It’s from her brilliant CD “Brazilian Duos II”.

The Hermeto Pascoal Band (Photo: David Rubin)

What shall I choose as my Song of The Week? From the 17 CDs I’ve been trying to incorporate into my musical soul, here’s ‘Santa Catarina’, pulled almost at random out of his hundreds, probably thousands of miraculous creations. My friend Miki explained to me the background of the song: Dorival Caymmi wrote a classic early Bossa Nova song, ‘Minha Jangada Vai Sair Pro Mar’ (my fishing skiff is sailing out to sea), which we all know from innumerable versions. It describes a fisherman’s fears and prayers (in a minor key), that he will have enough wind (but not too much), will return safely, and with a good catch.

‘Santa Catarina’ is Hermeto’s sunny, major, optimistic take on that song. It’s from the 1984 album “Lagoa Da Canoa Municipio De Arapiraca” (The Arapiraca City Canoe Lake). Santa Catarina is an island off the coast of southern Brazil. The boat may be a canoe in the man-made municipal pond of the album’s title. He glories in the beautiful weather, and he returns with a boat full of fish. “This was the greatest day of my life,” he says.

Hermeto Pascoal (Photo: David Rubin)

It begins with undefined natural sounds—wooden beads? rain in the puddles of a dirt yard? A man speaking. I don’t know what he’s saying, but it’s warm and gentle and convincing. A distorted keyboard. Birds. Some instrument approximating wind. A dog yowling – no, sorry, that’s a man excited – a ship’s bell. The melody is at least tripled on flute, a faint voice and the mangled keyboard, a tune so endless, pointless, serpentine, sweet and warm that you want to cuddle up and just lie there hugging it. As Miki says, Hermeto has one single credo: abundant love. That’s the tame, melodic recorded version. Here’s a live version, where he uses the tune as a springboard, and moves on to play his beard, a clay whistle, a gurgling pan, a tin teapot, and an air pump that I won’t even attempt to describe. In his homeland, Hermeto Pascoal is known as o Bruxo (the Sorcerer). He is indeed a weaver of wonders, creating a musical rite of enchantment. God bless those Brazilians.

Great thanks to David Rubin for the great photos.

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