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shares much in common with two previous Caine recordings, The Sidewalks of New York and Wagner e Venezia . They are all recordings that are to approximate the sounds of the streets in Rio, New York, and Venice, respectively. The Brazilian music presented here is not the plush Bossa one would expect. It is more of an abstract look at the indigenous popular music, that music that might have less appeal in the United States if entrusted in lesser hands that Caines. The excellent results are a collections of Brazilian vignettes, little Latin confections finely crafted to be had and eaten too. Caine surrounds himself with Brazilian musicians, most particularly percussionists who weave their special magic throughout the music. It is as if we are privy to a Rio radio dial, spinning form one station to the next and listening every once and awhile.
Track Listing: Samba Do Mar; Dia Da Praia; Teu Chamego; Revolucionario; Bondinho De Santa Tereza; Combatente; Samba Do Fogo; Raquel; Arpoador; Assalto Cultural; Na Lapa; Samba Da Terra; Um Minuto So; Choro Maluco; Samba Da Rua; Akalanguiado; Adeus; Samba Do Vento.
Personnel: Personnel: Uri Caine: Piano, Teclado Fender Rhodes; Paulo Braga: Bateria, Percussao; Jorge Helder: Baixo Acustico, Baixo Eletrico; Lulu Galvano: Violao; Jair Oliveira: Violao, Voz Cacau Gomes: Voz; Cris Delanno: Voz; Humberto Cazes: Percussao, Paneiro, Reco- Reco de Mola, Tamborim, Triangulo.
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me. If we don't run a review, Alligator Records is going to stop servicing us.
Night Flight opened up a whole new world for me--the blues led me, inevitably, to Basie, who led to Duke, who led to Mingus, who led to Miles, who led to ...