Chico Buarque – Construcao

The news in South America these days is both depressing and inspiring. But after 40 years of repressive oligarchical regimes, it seems that the people of the southern cone are finally getting themselves together for some truly progressive change.

Music played a major role in the progressive social movements of the 1960s in South America. Several musicians were exiled or were hauled off to jail. Many original recordings were destroyed by fascists when they eventually seized power. I have some of these LP’s stashed away here under the Basement Rug, and I hope to post a few of them in the near future.

Biography by John Duncan:

Of the early stars of MPB (musica popular brasileira), Chico Buarque was one of the first to become a certifiable pop star. With his warm, nasally croon, elegant phrasing, and considerable skill at lyric writing, Buarque (who is handsome to boot) became extremely popular with women, who loved his understated sensuality. However, Buarque was uncomfortable playing the role of pop star preferring to be seen as a serious artist. Throughout his career he’s managed to have the best of both worlds, but not without some significant bumps along the way. Still, he remains a towering figure in Brazilian pop music, one of the country’s greatest singer-songwriters and interpreters of the samba.

Born in Rio de Janeiro in 1944, Buarque spent his early youth in Sao Paulo and Italy. Upon returning to Brazil, Buarque artistic development was greatly enhanced by the friends of his father (the historian Sergio Buarque de Holanda) who were prominent in the early bossa nova movement. Although he immersed himself in music, specifically the new bossa nova sounds of Joao Gilberto, Buarque decided that a college education was more practical and he decided to study architecture at the University of Sao Paulo. That turned out to be a short-lived career choice and it wasn’t long before Buarque was cutting classes and hanging out with Sao Paulo’s bossa nova cognoscenti.

Buarque was 21 when his career began to take off. He recorded the single “Pedro Pedreiro,” composed music for a theatrical production and, perhaps most importantly, had three of his compositions recorded by the undisputed queen of bossa nova Nara Leao. Not an openly polemical performer, Buarque’s material did not lack social consciousness, but it did seem stylistically conservative when compared to the late 60s sounds of the tropicalistas such as Caetano Veloso, Gilberto Gil, and Os Mutantes. Despite the charges of aesthetic conservatism leveled against him (by Gil and Veloso) Buarque took a huge career chance in 1968 writing and scoring a bleak, existential play entitled Roda Viva that was critical of obsessive fan culture. The play’s pop star protagonist is torn limb from limb, his flesh consumed by his fans. In a move that sounds lifted from Julian Beck’s radical Living Theater, the performers would offer the audience pieces of the dead pop star’s flesh to eat (it was chicken meat). Needless to say, with a military dictatorship in power this was considered extremely controversial stuff and soldiers were sent out to disrupt performances of Roda Viva, which including destroying sets and assaulting performers, Buarque himself was jailed briefly.

After the disaster of Roda Viva Buarque returned to Italy for a year only to return to Brazil to find most of the stars of tropicalia in exile or severely circumscribed by government censorship. In 1971 he recorded the album Construction which was decided break from his earlier bossa nova records. This was the star of the second half of Buarque’s career that saw him writing more intense songs that underneath each complicated lyrical layer was social and political protest. Forced to submit his material to government censors, nearly two-thirds of his material was rejected. And from 1974-1975 the censors approved almost nothing he wrote. On a more positive note the rift between Buarque, Veloso and Gil was settled upon their return to Brazil in 1972 and Buarque went on to record with both of them in the mid-70s. In the 80s, Buarque was given more compositional leeway and recorded some stunning music, along with branching out into other artist endeavors that included writing plays and novels, as well as scoring films, all of this work consistent with his desire to re-examine Brazil’s cultural past, it relationship with the present, and its limitless possibilities for the future.

For over 30 years Chico Buarque has been an artist that struggled with pop music and pop stardom. Always challenging, always conscious of cultural history, he remains, deservedly so, a towering figure in Brazilian music.

Deus Lhe Pague (God Pay Him)

Por esse pão pra comer, por esse chão pra dormir
A certidão pra nascer, e a concessão pra sorrir
Por me deixar respirar, por me deixar existir
Deus lhe pague

Pelo prazer de chorar e pelo “estamos aí”
Pela piada no bar e o futebol pra aplaudir
Um crime pra comentar e um samba pra distrair
Deus lhe pague

Por essa praia, essa saia, pelas mulheres daqui
O amor malfeito depressa, fazer a barba e partir
Pelo domingo que é lindo, novela, missa e gibi
Deus lhe pague

Pela cachaça de graça que a gente tem que engolir
Pela fumaça, desgraça, que a gente tem que tossir
Pelos andaimes, pingentes, que a gente tem que cair
Deus lhe pague

Por mais um dia, agonia, pra suportar e assistir
Pelo rangido dos dentes, pela cidade a zunir
E pelo grito demente que nos ajuda a fugir
Deus lhe pague

Pela mulher carpideira pra nos louvar e cuspir
E pelas moscas-bicheiras a nos beijar e cobrir
E pela paz derradeira que enfim vai nos redimir
Deus lhe pague

Here’s a very bad English translation from freetranslation.com:

By that bread for the eat, by that ground for the sleep
The certificate for the born, and the concession for the smile
For me leave to breath, by me leave exist
God pay him

By the pleasure of cry and by the “we are there”
By the joke in the bar and the soccer for the applause
A crime for the comment and a samba for the distract
God pay him

By that beach, that skirt, by the women from here
The badly done love fast, shave and leave
For the Sunday that is pretty, novel, mass and comic
God pay him

By the white rum of grace that the people should swallow
For the smoke, misfortune, that the people should cough
For the scaffolds, pendants, that the people should fall
God pay him

For more a day, agony, for the bear and watch
For the grinding of the teeth, by the city it whistle
And by the insane shout that in the help it flee
God pay him

By the woman carpideira for the us praise and spit
And by the flies-racketeers to kiss and cover
And by the final peace that finally goes
God redeem us pay him