Washed up on the shores of Sydney Harbour. No marmite, no music and no mercy from the locals. The whispers in the dark of night, the cries of drunken joy in the early hours of the morning and the slow burning madness of a mixed up, shook up, muddled up, upside down world.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Quiet nights of quiet stars, quiet chords from their guitars.
50 Years of Bossa Nova at The Opera House
Just got back from a wonderful concert at the opera house, where I saw Vinicius Cantuaria, Marcos Valle, Wanda de Sah, Roberto Menescal and João Donato deliver a beautifully gentle set of Bossa Nova. In Brasil, to do something with "bossa" is to do it with particular charm and natural flair, as in an innate ability. That is exactly how it was this evening. From Roberto Menescal’s “Bye Bye Brasil” to Marcos Valle’s “Summer Samba” every gentle note pushed back the tide and let the sun shine through.
All of which goes to prove a world without Bossa Nova isn't a world at all.
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