Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Saturday, April 13, 2013

The Mercado Municipal

One spot on the W3 is quite special: the Mercado Municipal. We took my dad and June there just before their departure. The Mercado is a market, with fresh fruits and vegetables, fresh bread, fresh fish, import products like olives, cheese and wine. It is also a restaurant and a pub. And the decor is a collection of vintage elements; tiles, posters, stain glass, tables, all sorts of details with history, all brought from Sao Paolo, Rio and Manaus. This place is an oddity in this city.  Indeed, a new kind of history was made by creating the city itself, leaving the country's colonial heritage away, making room for this new "brazilian modernism".
So, in the end, the Mercado is a cosy spot. Old things are comfortable. And on Saturdays, it has a great ambiance, with a group playing live samba at one table. (yes they are so laid back that they play sitting at the table!) They also serve a buffet of feijoada, this dish made of beans. This is typical brazilian food, and most people cannot live without it. It comes in a variety - brown, black, white, or red - with different meats added to it - sausages, pork neck, pork feet, pork skin, or whatever pork. The buffet has a selections of an incredible number of them.
The good thing at the Mercado is that it is possible to select a fish and get it prepared. Or it is possible to have something from the menu, which is also delicious. And with the music, it is even more delightful.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

O Jeitinho

There are some encounters that are just life-changing and profound. Martinho Da Villa is one of those.
We found him in the middle of nowhere, in a truckers' cafeteria, hidden in a discounted rack. For 5 Reais, we took a chance. And since our life has been changed. From the moment we found him, he started to share our lives, first his voice filling our car, then in the morning at breakfast, over the weekend by the pool, or during evenings among friends. His joie de vivre and the sound of his voice makes us groove and bob our heads, change our moods and make our days. His songs are Brazil like it is, devagar and yet a jeitinho that helps you through the line ups. With more than 30 albums under his belt, he is one of these oldies, a classic of the Brazilian samba, a voice and lyrics everyone knows. I just love him dearly.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Sambodromo

I have to confess, this is the most amazing thing I have ever seen! It is seriously out of this world: The costumes! The floats! The music! The crowd! The whole ambiance!
We were initially nervous, wondering how easy it would be to get there, how crowded, how messy it would be to access our seating area. Imagine We rapidly ailed a cab from Copa (maybe our very minimal attire helped), we got to the Sambodromo area without any problems, traffic jam or incident, and were dropped off right at the gate of the stadium. No hassle. No crowd. No mess... It was easy.
As a friend noticed, it was a very well-oiled machine.
We arrived around 9h20, but there it was already started - they were on time!!! We found our little box easily. We had initially discussed a long time about what ticket to buy, and we agreed that for a few more reais, it was maybe worth it to get "frisa" tickets, were we have open air marked seats, in groups of 6, low, near the whole parade, along the samba runaway. As opposed to tickets in the grandstands, where it is first there first served. We could not really imagine how crowded it would be or how difficult for one to hold a seat if in the bathroom. So we dished out the reais and secured ourselves the best seats we could (of course there were the camarotes, those private boxes just above us, but simply out of our budget). And of course those in the VIP area, right next to us, whom were given free flow of champagne and beer.  But I am sure they paid for it upfront, and we literally shared the same view. (here for more technical explanations about how it works in the stadium). Except that watching them, after a few hours of free-flow-boozing, was a great show too.
So when we arrived, the first (of six) samba school was already parading and we felt a hugs wave of happiness and craziness fill us right away. I mean, it is a huge amount of people. Parading. And cheering. With an amazingly happy music. It is a exuberant défilé.
And the Sambodromo is not a regular stadium. Surprise surprise, it is another of Neimeyer's project. In fact it is a very long track (formerly a street) with two very high stands of seats on either way, filled all the way up with a cheering crowd, and illuminated with very strong flood lights. The stretch out length of this outdoor space makes it interestingly odd - it is impossible to meet someone who stands opposite to you, unless you are ready to go out again in the streets of Rio, and walk all around the stadium itself. We were never able to meet our friend E! And it would take 30 minutes, from our seat, for the first dancer of each school to reach us, counting from the moment they left the extremity of the stadium.
The show is in fact a number of samba schools who parade in turns. Each school is composed of a huge number of people, dressed up in groups of hundreds (yes, you are reading well), with variations on a theme. Within each school, you have a drum band and signers, signing in loop their song, usually very catchy. I found myself looking for the lyrics and singing along with the whole stadium. It was fantastic. Each school also has a number of floats, more incredible one from another. The school I preferred, Mangeira, ended up being disqualified because one of their float, with a little floating butterfly, could not manage its way under an arch at the end of the runway. It was a dramatic disqualification, their song and their people were so amazingly fluffy, colorful and joyous!
Indeed there are quite strict rules for each school to follow, a number of people must be in the bateria (band), the various groups of dancers must all complete the entire length of the sambodromo within the required time (more or less 90 minutes) - and while it appears to be plenty of time for a whole school to walk a decent length of 700 m. With several hundreds of people, a few extra large floats and several people playing music, I have not seen one person walking slowly. Rather at times, the dancers looked more hurried (as we were more towards the end) to make sure to complete the walk on time.
Between each school there was a pause of a few minutes, allowing the floats and dancers to line up and prepare themselves. Adds on billboards would be changed before the entry of each school to show their sponsors, with a crew quickly pealing away one add replacing it with the new school's sponsor.
We ended up leaving at 5 AM to go back to the airport to catch our 7AM flight, while the show was still going strong. We missed completely the last samba school - it was only started to walk when we left. I could not have imagined that! We were sure when we booked our flights that all would be fine, that we would have time for everything!
Our walk out of the stadium, while the music was still loud and the crowd cheering, gave it a most eery feeling. We past groups of people sitting on the sidewalk on plastic chairs, in front of large TV, watching the same carnival we did a minute earlier. We saw groups of people celebrating in the middle of some small alleys on the side. We passed a number of floats, dark and unlit, parked along the street after a completed journey, with their drivers lying on the asphalt under them, exhausted by such an intense procession.
And we reach a row of cab, waiting for the hundreds of clients who would follow us an hour or half later. The hardest was to stay awake until we were boarded.
What an amazing night!


A little glance at the crowd.
Here is a collection of images, taken by my friend Fiona Murphy.


Sunday, February 3, 2013

Samba for the People

Carnival is about music, it is about the samba. Thanks to a cool Belgian friend, we ended up in this very cool, unassuming local, where live samba music is played. People dance between the tables, the ambiance is festive, relax, so "brazil". This is the Brazil I was dreaming of. It feels more real than so many other places and other things I have visited here in Brasilia. Quadra 714 Asa Norte. Tartaruga. Only on Saturday nights, between 5 and 10. Then the neighbors need to go to bed.
We brought back more friends last night. A discovery like this need to be shared!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Samba

We promised ourselves, me and Paul, that we would learn samba - or some kind of dancing. Not having yet all the infrastructure (i.e. nanny) we have not really been able to start practicing. In the meantime, in the car we have found Radio Nacionale (listen to it here), which is an awesome station that keeps playing Brazilian oldies, the stuff we all know - the girl from ipanema, among famous ones... 
However, our wonderful language teacher, Cida, took upon herself to get us into the groove. 
Today, upon resuming my portuguese lessons after two weeks of break due to our move), she introduced me to an old song called Conversa de Botequim, written by Vadico, sang by the beautiful voice of Maria Rita. It is the conversation heard in a bar, of a very demanding client. Very funny!


Tavern Talk

Waiter
Please bring me quickly
A good coffee with milk which has not been reheated
Hot bread with butter galore
A napkin
A glass of water nicely chilled
Close the door on my right very carefully
I am not willing to be exposed to the sun
Go ask your customer on this side
What was the outcome of football match

If you keep cleaning the table
I will not get up nor paid the extras
Go ask your boss
A pen, a fountain, an envelope and a something to write
Do not forget to give me toothpicks
And a cigarette to scare away mosquitoes
Go tell your manager
To let me borrow a magazine, a lighter and an ashtray

Dial at least once 344,333
And ask Mr Osorio
To send me here an umbrella from our office
Waiter lend me some money
I left it with my bookie
Go tell your manager
That this expense should be put on my tab there in front. 

Here are the original lyrics and music - sang by Noel Rosa.

Conversa de botequim

Seu garçom
Faça o favor de me trazer depressa
Uma boa média que não seja requentada
Um pão bem quente com manteiga à beça
Um guardanapo
Um copo d'água bem gelada
Feche a porta da direita com muito cuidado
Que eu não estou disposto a ficar exposto ao Sol
Vá perguntar ao seu freguês do lado
Qual foi o resultado do futebol

Se você ficar limpando a mesa
Não me levanto nem pago a despesa
Vá pedir ao seu patrão
Uma caneta, um tinteiro, um envelope e um cartão
Não se esqueça de me dar palitos
E um cigarro pra espantar mosquitos
Vá dizer ao charuteiro
Que me empreste uma revista, um isqueiro e um cinzeiro

Telefone ao menos uma vez
Para 344333
E ordene ao Seu Osório
Que me mande um guarda-chuva aqui pro nosso escritório
Seu garçom me empresta algum dinheiro
Que eu deixei o meu com o bicheiro
Vá dizer ao seu gerente
Que pendure essa despesa no cabide ali em frente.