There's a lot of spectacle in Bahia...


Carnival with its trio elétricos -- sound-trucks with musicians on top -- looking like interstellar semi-trailers back from the future...shows of MPB (música popular brasileira) in Salvador's Teatro Castro Alves (biggest stage in South America!) with full production value, the audience seated (as always in modern theaters) like Easter Island statues...


Carlinhos Brown's Museu do Ritmo (Rhythm Museum; an entertainment venue) all done up Bahian faux tribal showbiz style...glamour and glitz and press agents...



Carlinhos Brown: Man with a Shtick...er...Stick


And then there's where it all came from...the far side of the Baía de Todos os Santos (Bay of All Saints), a land of subsistence farmers and fishermen, many of the older people unable to read or write...their sambas the precursor to all this, without which none of the above would exist, their melodies -- when not created by themselves -- the inventions of people like them but now forgotten (as most of these people will be within a couple of generations or so of their passing), their rhythms a constant state of inconstancy and flux, played in a manner unlike (most) any group of musicians north of the Tropic of Cancer...making the metronome-like sledgehammering of the Hit Parade of the past several decades almost wincefully painful to listen to after one's ears have become accustomed to evershifting rhythms played like the aurora borealis looks...


So there's the spectacle, and there's the spectacular, and more often than not the latter is found far afield from the former, among the poor folk in the villages and the backlands, the humble and the honest, people who can say more (like an old delta bluesman playing a beat-up guitar on a sagging back porch) with a pandeiro (Brazilian tambourine) and a chula (a shouted/sung "folksong") than most with whatever technology and support money can buy. The heart of this matter, is out there. If you ask me anyway.


 
Alumínio Saturno, resident of Pitinga, Bahia, chuleiro and subsistence farmer; now with God



Alumínio's brother João do Boi (John of the Ox)


Experience the art of João do Boi and Alumínio Saturno on their Intercalated Curation Page (ICP)!


MPB Artists from Salvador, Bahia
Caetano Veloso...his sister, Maria Bethânia...Gal Costa...Gilberto Gil


There are also the Bahian musicians who came of age in the '60s, famous and wealthy and talented, but who, being popular stars (and at times downright pop stars) only intermittently sing Bahian music...who are more musicians-from-Bahia than Bahian musicians (although Maria Bethânia has really jumped into Bahian samba over the last years, the music of her hometown Santo Amaro, doing it beautifully! Her voice, like fine aged oak saturated with the characteristics of a rich and complicated red wine, is more expressive now -- in her late 60s -- than it ever was in previous decades).


Their (particularly Caetano and Gil) defining musical movement was Tropicália, which in some respects had more to do with San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury than with Bahia (and with bell-bottoms than with the fedoras worn then and now by the chuleiros)...


And then, pilgrims, there was Dorival Caymmi, who emigrated from Salvador to Rio in the '30s, looking for work as an illustrator. He took his guitar with him and Brazilian music, always blessed, has never been the same.



Dorival Caymmi of Salvador, Bahia



Dorival Caymmi - Carmen Miranda - Assis Valente


Both Caymmi and Assis Valente (from Santo Amaro, Bahia, although like Caymmi he migrated to Rio looking for work) wrote for Carmen Miranda, whose pre-USA career of comic exaggeration was as a small-but-charmingly-voiced and stupendously popular samba singer.


Below find an ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL VERSION of Assis Valente's song Brasil Pandeiro...
Recorded in several locations around Brazil with a set of splendid singer/musicians!
Including our dear Bule Bule, sitting here in Salvador's Pelourinho (old town)...



Chegou a hora dessa gente bronzeada mostrar seu valor
Eu fui na Penha, fui pedir ao Padroeiro para me ajudar


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


Salve o Morro do Vintém, Pendura Saia eu quero ver
Eu quero ver o Tio Sam tocar pandeiro para o mundo sambar


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


O Tio Sam está querendo conhecer a nossa batucada
Anda dizendo que o molho da baiana melhorou seu prato


Uncle Sam is wanting to get know our drumming
He's going around saying that the Bahiana's sauce has improved his food


Vai entrar no cuzcuz, acarajé e abará
Na Casa Branca já dançou a batucada de Ioiô, Iaiá


He's going for cuzcuz, acarajá and abará (typical Afro-Bahian foodstuffs)
In the White House they've already danced (to) the drumming of Yoyô, Yayá (archaic Afro-Brazilian terms of respect for a man and a woman)


Brasil, esquentai vossos pandeiros
Iluminai os terreiros que nós queremos sambar


Brazil, heat up our pandeiros
Light up our terreiros (places of candomblé, the Afro-Bahian religion) because we want to samba


Há quem sambe diferente noutras terras, noutra gente
Num batuque de matar


There are others who samba differently in other lands, other people
With killer drumming


Batucada, batucada, reunir nossos valores
Pastorinhas e cantores
Expressão que não tem par, ó meu Brasil


Drumming, drumming, bring together our values
Pastorinhas (women who parade and sing during Carnival) and singers


Brasil, esquentai vossos pandeiros
Iluminai os terreiros que nós queremos sambar
Ô, ô, sambar, iêiê, sambar...


Brazil, heat up our pandeiros
Light up our terreiros because we want to samba
Oh, oh, to samba, yeah, yeah, to samba...


Queremos sambar, Ioiô, queremos sambar, Iaiá


We want to samba Yoyô, we want to samba, Yayá



Samba began on the sugarcane fields of Bahia...


Bahia is a hot cauldron of rhythms and musical styles, but one particular style here is so utterly essential, so utterly fundamental not only to Bahian music specifically but to Brazilian music in general -- occupying a place here analogous to that of the blues in the United States -- that it deserves singling out. It is derived from (or some say brother to) the cabila rhythm of candomblé angola...

...and it is called...


Samba Chula / Samba de Roda


Mother of Samba... daughter of the semba carried to Bahia by Bantus ensconced within the holds of negreiros entering the great Bahia de Todos os Santos (the term referring both to a dance and to the style of music which evolved to accompany that dance; the official orthography of "Bahia" -- in the sense of "bay" -- has since been changed to "Baía")... evolved on the sugarcane plantations of the Recôncavo (that fertile area around the bay, the concave shape of which gave rise to the region's name) -- in the vicinity of towns like Cachoeira and Santo Amaro, Santiago do Iguape and Acupe. This proto-samba has unfortunately fallen into the wayside of hard to find and hear...


Bahia's Greatest Griot

Bule-Bule (Antônio Ribeiro da Conceição), hailing from the tiny community of Antônio Cardoso -- where the Recôncavo gives way to the sertão -- was brought up in the repentista tradition wherein improvised rhymed verses having to do with everything from events of the day to fables of northeastern Brazil to jocular putdowns of competing repentistas are sung to the accompaniment of the viola caipira. Bule-Bule also writes, expressing himself in a traditional literary form of the Northeast, the cordel.

And nonpareil he is a sambador rural, utilizing a style of samba -- styles really -- not often heard outside of their territory stretching from the sugarcane producing region near the coast into the dry hinterlands of the Bahian interior...his music sonically entwining the history, tradition, and beauty of a select area of the planet.



Bule Bule close to home in the Bahian interior



This is a short clip of Bule-Bule dancing in the style native to his region (as with the first clip at the top of the page, I got it with an Olympus C-5060, all I had at the time, but the spirit's there...).


Hot Buttered Soul, Straight Outta Cachoeira!


A Tincoã


Os Tincoãs, with their hauntingly beautiful vocals, were named for a suitably beautiful bird common to their area (the tincoã) reputed to have the power to warn humans of impending danger...the group comprising three vocalists hailing from Cachoeira, Bahia. 1960 was their first year of existence, but they really found their footing three years later when Erivaldo left the ensemble and Mateus Aleliua -- bringing with him an ethos founded principally in Bahia's houses of candomblé -- joined Heraldo and Dadinho.



Os Tincoãs


Heraldo and Dadinho have since passed away, but Mateus (to the right, above) is still active, having co-written another candomblé-based song which was the hit of Carnival a few years ago (Maimbê Dandá). Unfortunately none of Os Tincoãs' records are available anymore.



Mateus in São Francisco do Conde, Bahia



Cordeiro de Nanã (Nanã's Lamb): the chorus is taken straight out of Bahia's houses of candomblé


The ethos of the group -- as described by Mateus -- combined the music of candomblé with black American spirituals.


The Musician Who Roared Back from the Dead

In the manner that Machito and Mario Bauzá took the music of Cuba far beyond its "simple" origins, Raimundo Sodré has taken the music of his cradle (samba-de-roda, which brightens and leavens festas across the Bahian Recôncavo with its characteristic syncopated hand-clapping and hip-rattling dancing...) and woven it into something at once sophisticated, moving, African, Brazilian, and constantly evolving.


Sodré was one of those overnight media sensations whose trajectory into the klieg lights was years in the making...


While laying in a hammock outside his simple house in the village of Bom Jesus dos Pobres, on the far side of the bay from Salvador, with a Bach melody dancing its way through through his mind's ear, Sodré thought to adapt a tune of his to this style, and then bend it and let it spring back into a chula.


He combined it with what had begun as nonsense lyrics he'd happily clapped his hands to and sung repeatedly while in an inexpensive hotel in Salvador..."A massa da mandioca mãe"...let it assemble itself, and then after passing the drift along to a friend, got great lyrics back. It was a protest against the dictatorship of the time.


His wife sent a tape to PolyGram, Sodré was called in, recorded, had a huge hit, and appeared in Brazil's nationally-televised 1980 song contest.


He came in third place, but was the popular favorite (so much so that the first-place winner was booed by the audience), and the career of this backlands boy took off like a rocket out of the brush.


In A Massa, Sodré sings the lines: "No cabo da minha enxada, não conheço coroné." At the handle of my hoe, I don't know the coronel (the South American big man). This was defiance, of the men who dominated the land and the people on it.


In 1981 Sodré sang in the presence of one of these men, standing his ground and openly criticising the man to his face, in front of the audience. That was the end of Sodré career, and of his peaceful presence in Brazil. Threatened with losing more than just his career, he fled to France and spent 19 years there, returning to Bahia in 2000.


He recorded the independent production Dengo (I was one of the producers), released in 2007, and is vigorously doing what he does...play, sing and dance.


 


Sodré is from the town of Ipirá in the Bahian interior. His mother was a filha-de-santo (one of the women who in candomblé ceremonies receive, are possessed by, the orixás, or in this case rather, nkisis, because this was a house of candomblé angola. His aunt was mãe-de-santo, head priestess. Before learning to play guitar, at the hands of his mother (who taught him the chulas of the region), Sodré learned to drum.



Sodré's musical heritage began here


His father had begotten him but never married his mother, and Sodré spent summers with his father in his hometown, Santo Amaro. Sodré eventually moved with his mother to Salvador, to the neighborhood of São Caetano. Today he lives in Salvador's neighborhood of Boca do Rio.


Romance is HUGE in Bahia!!! Arrocha!


In Zurich several years ago I met a Bahian guy named...Pablo. He pulled up in front of the building where I was staying with members of a Brazilian music show I'd written (directed by dear Toby Gough), and jumped out of a '60s era Ford Mustang. He had hair that swooped up rather oddly in front, and a big nice-guy smile, and was introduced to me by Jau, a Salvador singer of some renown. Pablo was around a lot during our three-week stint in that marvelous city, and I just figured he was hanging out, probably having arranged a monied Swiss lover back in Salvador.


During high Carnival a number of years earlier I was with friends banging around, and we met a couple of cute girls in the Praça Municipal, where the elevator connecting lower and upper cities gives on to. Out of a loudspeaker somewhere came a bolero with an updated sound, sung by an earnest, high-range voice full of hurt and longing. The girls jumped up from the table, proudly announcing that this was "arrocha", a style of music from where they were from up bay a bit. They came together and danced a dance so sensuous that the lambada looks a staid and stiff waltz by comparison...


Well, a couple of things happened. One of the girls married one of my friends, and this music became the de rigueur sound of Bahia's small towns and Salvador's poorer neighborhoods.


Then, what? a couple of years ago I'm almost home, and I run into some musicians I know...there's a recording studio a couple of houses down from my building. They say "Pablo's recording, come on in!"


So in I go and who do I meet other than the nice guy with the swooping hair. My friends tell me "Pablo sings arrocha..." He tells me he owns a kebab place in Ribeira, gives me his card, and says come on by. I love kebabs but haven't managed to get out there yet...


And then last year I'm at home, at night, and an arrocha drifts in from out there somewhere in rough, ready, and suddenly very romantic Salvador...a high voice full of yearning and suffering and ecstatic desire, the music carried along and supported by the underlying churning of the bolero. My kid tells me "That's Pablo."


It turns out that it was Pablo who took the bolero, old man's music, and made it the ubiquitous sound of young Salvador and Bahia. I've complained about arrocha plenty. The musicality falls firmly into the category "hugely popular to the non-discerning public"; but the dance, the movement of thigh and buttocks, is seriously celestial in the sensual sense.


And you know, Pablo's musical sensiblity might not be Hermeto Pascoal's, but I like him, and a lot of Bahianos will happily dance, spoon and swoon to him. And that's not always such a bad idea.



He will make you feel romantic!



Here's an interpretation of Pablo's music from Santo Antônio de Jesus, Bahia