What would happen were Theresa May to side with Putin against MI5, MI6, Scotland Yard, et al on a matter of grave and urgent importance to the United Kingdom?
I have a site devoted to the Brazilian city where I’ve been living for the past 25 years (Salvador da Bahia) and I’ve just added a music streamer for anybody who might be interested. The Brazilian music that the world in general tends to hear — if they hear anything of it at all — is a sliver of a subset of a miniscule fraction of what is really here. This of course is normal. There’s LOTS of music all over the world — some of it magnificent — that very few people hear because they have no access to it. What we hear tends to be what corporations pay to have us hear; and they pay to have us hear what they are attempting to make money selling. Euterpe though, is richer than Mammon.
I own a record shop here in Salvador devoted to samba, including Bahian proto-samba styles (samba was born in Bahia)…and yeah I know Brazil just lost to Belgium but if there’s one thing that characterizes people here it’s their resilience, and they’re out there partying right now like they just won.
Grey days, I imagine, where most of you are living, so here’s little something to light a fire in your hips and legs should anybody feel like getting up and dancing…
The clip is the tail end of Black Orpheus, and I believe there’s great truth here. The kid with the guitar (he now lives in Los Angeles and is called Carlinhos Pandeiro de Ouro) makes the sun rise. I’ve lived here in Brazil for 25 years and it is truly a benighted place in which an often amazing populace struggles to somehow go beyond mere survival. That’s the key to samba, created under the most horrendous social conditions of all. It brings life to life.
Greetings Afterworders, from the Land of Olympian Chaos and Corruption, where Euterpe is a patron santa…
This song is Brasil Pandeiro (a pandeiro is a Brazilian tambourine, although as made clear in the clip the pandeiro is not simply a little drum simply banged), by Assis Valente of Santo Amaro, Bahia, a little town at the north end of the Bay of All Saints.
The bearded fellow in the leather hat is my amigo Bule Bule, playing around the corner from my record shop here in Salvador. EVERYBODY in the clip, filmed in various locations around Brazil, is splendid!!!
Here are the lyrics in English:
The time has arrived for these bronzed people to show their value I went to Penha (a church), to ask my patron saint to help me
Save the hill/neighborhood of Vintém, Pendura Saia (another hill/neighborhood), I want to see I want to see Uncle Sam play pandeiro (tambourine) for the whole world to samba
Uncle Sam is wanting to get know our drumming He’s going around saying that the Bahiana’s (a Bahiana, “Baiana” in modern Brazilian orthography, is a woman from Bahia) sauce has improved his food
He’s going for cuzcuz, acarajá and abará (typical » Continue Reading.
Olá from Brazil!
I read your singalong post and it was very good and the long string of comments was (differently), entertaining as well.
You may (or may not) have seen the “Chainlicity” post felicitously (for me) put up by H.P. Saucecraft… It’s about something of an annex to my site dealing with the culture of Bahia, which (the annex I mean: Chainlicity) began as way to attempt to divulge wonderful provincial musicians here without recourse to the business apparatus which ensures (paid-for publicity!) that one’s music (and life) are known far afield.
The concept is simple: Say you’re on there, and I link to you. And Simon Brook is linked to me. He’s a documentary filmmaker (Peter’s son) and he’s linked to by Mick Jones’ band Carbon | Silicon (Mick was in a documentary Simon made). So now somebody on Mick’s page can get to you in a few hops. Like the Kevin Bacon game.
The thing started with me linking to (mostly, but not necessarily) Bahian musicians, and then people would wind up on my page via my salvadorcentral.com site. Then they’d fan out through the musicians and their music.
The network is no huge success, it’s been » Continue Reading.