RIFFS
International
Gil
By Davitt Sigerson
You'd have to figure Gilberto Gil was
too consciously intellectual to make it as
a roots man, too ítal to headline Vegas,
and too Vegas to be any sort of an intellec-
tual. But Gil has melodies for
behind them an archetypal Brazilian imp-
and
r days.
ishness that's no less real for being highly
practiced. They mean that Gil can do
pretty much anything he pleases, and you
will sing along. He proved that last week,
in two concerts at the Beacon and a pair
of gigs at S.O.B.'s.
it isn't often that we get legitimate
Brazilian stars playing town; Jobim and
Joảo Gilberto tend to keep low profiles
when they're up this way, and most of the
wave that succeeded them seems to be
awaiting a general thaw that will probably
never take place. Gil hasn't played New
York since a Columbia date in 1979, but
that makes him something of a regular,
Between the four Gil shows and a sched
uled July appearance by the great
Caetano Veloso at the Public Theater,
this should go down as our summer to
remember for Brazilian music.
They billed Gil as "The Stevie Wonder
of Brazil," which has a ring
it and
makes a point. They are both ingenious
melodists, essentially pop musicians for
all the uncompromised ethnicity of their
grooves. If anything, that duality is easier
in Brazil, Culture and complexions do this
lovely thing there of grading through
black and white with lots of pretty browns
and beiges turning up in between: the
Portuguese colonists were economic im-
perialists to be sure, but horny ones with
#likeable tendency to recognize their
own. Gil comes from Salvador, capital
besides. They are all patriots (there are
more references to Brazil in Brazilian mu-
sic than there are to America in ours).
They have a highly developed ability to
agree and disagree at the same time, to
keep it in the family. That's why Gil and
Caetano could return to live under the
same regime that expelled them, why the
founders of Tropicalia are masters of
bossa nova.
It seems as if all Brazilians sing, all
Brazilians bang on things, and all Brazil-
ians cry to a good bossa nova. In Brazil the
bananas are as sweet and wet as papayas
are here, and the papayas are un
Bahia, a state which, because it juts into pilsener
excellent, and set is in the site
the South Atlantic, was the main landfull all times. I mention this not only to in-
for slaves brought across from Africa. As dulge my own reverie, but also to cite
a result, Bahia has always been the heart some reasons why Gil, for all his
appealing
of black Brazil: it shows in the genes, the qualities and impeccable Tropicalia
polyrhythms, and the cooking
credentials, should not be offered up for
that most tight-assed of posts, Interna-
tional Black Culture Hero. Not that he
wouldn't like the royalties or the atten-
and certainly no way he'd curb his Brazil
ian exuberance to please all those jumpy
zealots.
and sing as if they're family. Caetano has
a song called "Chuva, Suor e Cerveja"-
"Rain, Sweat, and Beer." I thouht of that
It was in Bahia that Tropicalia got it
on, as a reaction to dictatorship and also
to the European sophistication of bossa
nova. Tropicalia was an ethnic morous consent to segregate his band or his music, zilian musicians, Gil and his band play
:
enough for the dictators to force Gil and
Caetano (coleaders, along with Gal Costa)
into exile in the early '70s. But Brazil is a
funny country, the social and political
undertones are not as well-defined as a Realce, recorded in Los Angeles in 1978/song a lot at Gil's shows. If you missed the
shows, , ,
North American might expect. For one Through Luar and 1982's superb Um or the A Arte compilation for middle-
thing, Caetano and Gal aren't exactly Banda Um he has turned himself the period Gil, and wait for Realce, Luar, and
what you'd call black. Gil himself looks Maurice White of the southern hemi-
rather like a brown Lusitanian grandee. sphere, taking the gloss and interna-
For another, the exiles returned without a tionalism of EW&F, taking back the vow-
i
a elly vocal riffs that White got from Brazil
in the first place. If you put "Toda
Menina Baiana," "Sarará Miolo," "Axé
Baba," "Palco," "Banda Um," "Andar
Com Fé," and "Esotérico" on a single
album, you'd have a pop masterpiece to
equal The Best of EW&F Volume One.
Um Banda Um, not yet imported, for the
latest sound. Try to see Caetano at the
Public, and don't miss Gil when he re-
turns, which should be soon. He is, after
all, the Willie Nelson of Brazil.
.
so rather than freeze their buns in
London, Gil and Caetano came home,
They and Milton and Chico Buarque con-
tinue to write songs that may occasionally
worry the military regime, but in Brazil
there is a different rhythm to the ten-
sions--sort of a samba, really. And musi-
cally, for all the new-old values of Tropi-
calia (bringing back funny flutes and ac-
cordions for B-Funk Folklorico), Gil,
Caetano, and Gal were avid students and
are acknowledged masters of bossa
nova-as Gil proved at the Beacon with
his exquisite version of "Flora" off 1981's
A Gente Precisa Ver O Luar
Brazilians have certain things in com-
mon. They are all immigrants (most of thu
indigenous peoples having long since been
wiped out).
They are all weird mixtures of
races ( something to do with the geo
graphic
distribution of the settlers, and
the considerable autonomy of the states
that has helped to preserve ethnic tropes
intact even as it shuffled the gene pool) -
not just African and Portuguese, but also
Japanese, Arab, German, and Scots in
significant numbers, and many others
On stage it all sounds quite different,
and even better. Gil's band is virtuosic,
but
it plays for the floating pocket that can
go from a frantic samba to a bossa nova to
a reggae (very popular in Bahic "Não
Chore Mais,"Gil's version of "No Woman
No Cry," was a monster pop hit in Brazil),
to Gil's now characteristic pop-funk
groove with no strain. They can return to
older Gil classics like "Ela" and "Ex-
presso 2222" (my all-time personal fave
with no strain. And Gil isn't straining
either. He's our chorus-master (a little
professionally at the Beacon, for a mixed
crowd of vets and tyros, but quite unself-
consciously for the shock troops at
S.O.B.'s), and as a soloist his chops are
first-rate, but the effect is comfy, like the
voice in the middle of our heads. Which is
to say that if there's no way for Gil to
become the International Black Culture Dalto: intelligence and difference
MARA
BETHANA
Gilberto Gil: a pop musician for all the uncompromised ethnicity of the groove
Hero, he does have enough musical where-
withal to qualify as an (or maybe the)
International Pop Hero with no reference
Inter-
Outside of or maybe including the American
Anglo-American scene, Brazil's is the
world's greatest popular music, and to ask
where Gil fits into that music is to miss
Dream
the point. There's a parallel here with
country music. In Rio, as in Nashville,
everybody knows everybody else in the
business, and collaborations between ma-
jor stars (co-compositions and particu-
larly duet singles)
are the rule. The tradi-
tional elements of the music are familiar
enough and revered enough so that any
one, from any point in the spectrum of
Brasilian pop, could find some common
ground with anyone else. Where the idea
of Eddie Van Halen guesting with Mi-
chael Jackson was headline news, Eddie
Arnold singing with Gary Stewart, or
Merle Haggard touring with Alabama,
would not be. Sure there are pronounced
differences of style and quality, but those
By Dita Sullivan
There are certain dreams that defy
analysis. Properly speaking, they are not
dreams, but visions that occur during
sleep: juxtapositions of past, future, and
imaginary events, the disparate images
blissfully united in a coherent landscape.
Such visions can be distinguished from
mere dreams not only by their content-
which is archetypal rather than per-
sonal--but also by their effect, which
lingers after waking: exhilaration, eupho-
ria, a sense of inexplicable, lyrical happi
ness
This inexplicable, lyrical quality
pervades the work of Jorge Dalto's Inter
American Band, a band whose sound re-
sists definition. Hearing Dalto's solos,
which are often played simultaneously on
acoustic and electric piano, is like travers-
ing a finely wrought suspension bridge
held together by Latin music's character-
istic 6/8 time. Beginning with the tangos
of his Argentine boyhood, it takes you on
a circuitous route through Peruvian folk
melodies and Brazilian harmonies. Then,
fortified by syncopated arpeggios, it con-
tinues on to New Orleans and ragtime
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