Well, I have a little more time than I thought I would, so I guess I'll be posting more often than expected, which makes me glad.
To go along with the Taiguara, here's another great lost LP from Brasil.
Jards Macalé - JARDS MACALÉ, Phonogram LP
Out of print since 1972. Funk-rock-bossa trio with very minimal overdubs, loose and kind of garage-psych. They obviously had a great time when they recorded this.
Ripped @ 320 from LP-to-CD transfer by my dear friend FRANCISCO FARIA (those are drawings, not photographs!), to whom many thanks e um grande abraço afetuoso.
1. FARINHA DO DESPREZO (Macalé/Capinam)
2. REVENDO AMIGOS (Macalé/Waly Salomão)
3. MAL SECRETO (Macalé/Waly Salomão)
4. 78 ROTAÇÕES (Macalé/Capinam)
5. MOVIMENTO DOS BARCOS (Macalé/Capinam)
6. MEU AMOR ME AGARRA & GEME & TREME & CHORA & MATA (Macalé/Capinam)
7. LET'S PLAY THAT (Macalé/Torquato Neto)
8. FARRAPO HUMANO (Luiz Melodia)
9. A MORTE (Gilberto Gil) - HOTEL DAS ESTRELAS (Macalé/Duda Machado)
Jards Macalé, ag, v
Lanny Gordin, ag, eb
Tuti Moreno, d
I couldn't find much online info about Tuti (or Tutti or Tutty) Moreno, but he's played with almost everybody - one hell of a great drummer, married to the singer, Joyce.
Here's the lyric (and my translation) of what is arguably the most famous song on the album. The lyric echoes, parodies and honors one of the most famous poems by the great Brasilian poet, Carlos Drummond de Andrade, and the title alludes to a composition by Thelonious Monk.
LET’S PLAY THAT
Macalé/Torquato
quando eu nasci
um anjo torto
um anjo solto
um anjo louco
veio ler a minha mão
não era um anjo barroco
era um anjo muito solto
louco, louco, muito doido
com asas de avião
e eis que o anjo me disse
apertando a minha mão
entre um sorriso de dentes:
vai bicho
desafinar o côro dos contentes
when i was born
a bent angel
a loose angel
a crazy angel
came to read my palm
it wasn’t a baroque angel
it was a really loose angel,
crazy, crazy, totally wacked
with airplane wings
and behold the angel did say unto me
holding my hand
with a toothy smile:
go, dude,
sing out of tune
in the chorus of the contented
LINK
In harmony,
Chris
