Liver, language and the love of jazz
Nice bit of liver, nice bit of jazz. This is my response to Ben Westbeach’s observation that this was pretty much the perfect night out for him.
A jazz band is playing a low-key but high quality set in the cozy Sao Christov bar in downtown Sao Paulo. I’m sitting with a group of people (artists and producers of Trocabrahma) who have probably heard more quality jazz bands in their time than most people and we’re all in agreement that this band is one of the best we’ve ever seen.
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Bringing Kieran Hebden the genius behind Four Tet, into a studio in Sao Paulo to collaborate with, what is an intentionally atonal Brazilian choir, sounds nuts. After a lengthy debate about the “realness” of the TV programme Lost, Eduardo, Dago, and Kieran had decided on the tunes they thought would work well for their musical collaboration.
It’s still raining, no wonder Paulistanos actually get stuff done. Blog blog blog, blah blah blah. Cheers Café keeps the caffeine coming and soon has me racing like Senna though and I power through my work to get off to Sao Christavo Bar in Vila Madalena.
Sunday is the day of o classico.Neil and I have been like 5 yr olds on Xmas eve all week for this one.Derby game of football in Brazil? Life ambition box ticked!
The day and night I died and went food heavan (na bocca de cielo)
Got up today and shockeroonie…it was raining! What??!!! Oi Jorge Ben I want my money back, pais tropical…? Your avin a Steffi Graf my friend.Oh well , a perfect day to upload some files edit content and erm, generally do the dull stuff that gives you , our beloved Trocabrahmistas the sexy web content experience you’re right at this second enjoying.What we didn’t know was the we were about to enter phone hell.
the taxi driver was waiting for me with a sign saying
If it’s Sunday it must be Sao Paolo, and if it’s Sao Paolo it must be Trocabrahma. I explore Perdizes district a little further and find the little corner café deli shop and evidently, neighbourhood gossip centre all rolled into one. In Brasil these places are called lanchonetes: everybody knows everybody – its sort of like Cheers but with caffeine and cakes.
We arrived in several pieces off the redeye flight from Washington. Having negociated the customs circus we’re glad as girl guides at a cookiefest to see that Julio our guide has arrived to meet us.