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Celso Fonseca, Mistura Fina, Rio de Janeiro, May 30
The weather throughout the Brazil trip was brilliant until the second-to-last day in Rio, when a storm blew in and the rain started coming down in sheets. Only about half the group remained, and I was (or so it seemed to me) the only person who hadn't come down with a cold; likely because I'd spent nearly every night sleeping a sound eight hours instead of partying. XD; Four of us went to all-U-can-eat again for luck, then J (who plays in a jazz band) wanted to check out this jazz bar he'd heard of, so we took a taxi to the wrong street then dashed around in the rain and wind until we found it. Facing Ipanema Beach, 30 reais at the door, and a stack of Celso Fonseca CDs by the cash register.
"This is the guy who's playing?" I said. "Really?"
I'd brought Celso Fonseca's Rive Gauche Rio with me on my mp3 player, because it was the last MPB album I'd acquired, for the form (I actually spent most of my time listening to this and this). I'm not a devoted fan - as J said later the stuff skirts elevator music at times. But a good album to fall asleep to, lying in a pristine hotel bed with the sea six floors below. And good music to hear live, with friends and a bucket of cold lager** by candlelight and the wind lashing the palm trees outside the window. Ipanema churning storm-grey - it's a surfing beach, not a swimming beach, which I also never knew. I still like "Delicate" much better than the Damian Rice original.
Celso Fonseca - Delicate
Celso Fonseca - Don De Fluir (basically the only song he played that I recognized)
There're videos of Celso Fonseca at that venue on Youtube, actually (though an earlier show, with a larger band):
He also played this cover, which I quite liked.
The scene stealers of the night were the little Fonsecas, though - the sons of the drummer, who seemed to be a son or nephew of the main man. These kids were maybe eight or ten and had their own table near the front where they held court with equanimity, chatting away like the seasoned jazz club denizens they presumably were and occasionally raising a hand for another round. Straight Guaraná Antarctica all night, from what I could see; clearly didn't believe in mixing their drinks.
** Bohemia, alas, is not their global brand. The Brahma people are taking over the beerverse with their scary corporate moneymaking values - did you hear about Anheuser-Busch? I should write up the beer factory visit (during which someone actually asked, "Is this where Homer Simpson works?")
The weather throughout the Brazil trip was brilliant until the second-to-last day in Rio, when a storm blew in and the rain started coming down in sheets. Only about half the group remained, and I was (or so it seemed to me) the only person who hadn't come down with a cold; likely because I'd spent nearly every night sleeping a sound eight hours instead of partying. XD; Four of us went to all-U-can-eat again for luck, then J (who plays in a jazz band) wanted to check out this jazz bar he'd heard of, so we took a taxi to the wrong street then dashed around in the rain and wind until we found it. Facing Ipanema Beach, 30 reais at the door, and a stack of Celso Fonseca CDs by the cash register.
"This is the guy who's playing?" I said. "Really?"
I'd brought Celso Fonseca's Rive Gauche Rio with me on my mp3 player, because it was the last MPB album I'd acquired, for the form (I actually spent most of my time listening to this and this). I'm not a devoted fan - as J said later the stuff skirts elevator music at times. But a good album to fall asleep to, lying in a pristine hotel bed with the sea six floors below. And good music to hear live, with friends and a bucket of cold lager** by candlelight and the wind lashing the palm trees outside the window. Ipanema churning storm-grey - it's a surfing beach, not a swimming beach, which I also never knew. I still like "Delicate" much better than the Damian Rice original.
Celso Fonseca - Delicate
Celso Fonseca - Don De Fluir (basically the only song he played that I recognized)
There're videos of Celso Fonseca at that venue on Youtube, actually (though an earlier show, with a larger band):
He also played this cover, which I quite liked.
The scene stealers of the night were the little Fonsecas, though - the sons of the drummer, who seemed to be a son or nephew of the main man. These kids were maybe eight or ten and had their own table near the front where they held court with equanimity, chatting away like the seasoned jazz club denizens they presumably were and occasionally raising a hand for another round. Straight Guaraná Antarctica all night, from what I could see; clearly didn't believe in mixing their drinks.
** Bohemia, alas, is not their global brand. The Brahma people are taking over the beerverse with their scary corporate moneymaking values - did you hear about Anheuser-Busch? I should write up the beer factory visit (during which someone actually asked, "Is this where Homer Simpson works?")
