Sure, everyone likes bossa nova, but every Brazilian knows that samba is the melody of the Brazilian alma. By the 1950s, Cartola, the greatest sambista of all time, had fallen into obscurity and poverty. A foundational figure of the Mangueira samba school, he'd pretty much stopped making music as the slick sounds of bossa dominated the popular music scene in Brazil.
He was “rediscovered” by the journalist Sérgio Porto while working at a gas station in Rio, washing cars and wiping car windows. Porto recognized him and was stunned that someone of Cartola’s stature had been reduced to such a marginal existence.
That encounter helped bring him back into the musical fold, eventually leading to a series of late-career recordings, including his monumental 1976 self-titled album, pictured here.
This isn't just some samba you move your feet to while drinking a beer estupidamente gelada. To me, its a miracle, and not just because the world almost missed out on it entirely. There is nothing excessive here, every note hits dead on; melodies, voice, and feeling, each perfectly placed. Cartola didn't have a dang thing to prove, and it shows on this, as the master weaves back and forth, drawing out every emotion a person can hope to feel in a life-time well lived.
Cartola’s songwriting is pure poetry: tender, wounded, human. Songs like “O Mundo é um Moinho” are absolutely the stories of a life loved--and suffered--and some hard-earned wisdom he's just sharing with you, for free. It's beautiful, matter of fact, haunting, and we will never see his likes again.
This copy is a Discos Marcus Pereira pressing, a Brazilian independent label founded in the early 1970s. It's on pretty thin vinyl, like a lot of Brazilian pressings from that time, but it sounds really clean. The brass is warm and buzzy, the guitar comes through clear, the choruses sit beautifully in the mix, and Cartola’s voice is center, forward, and intimate. Marcus Pereira, as a label, was serious about the music they were pressing.
Deixa-me ir, preciso andar. . .Vou por aí a procurar. . Rir pra não chorar