A Procissão, Gilberto Gil
Last week, I saw Gilberto Gil live at the Nokia Theater with my mom. She showed me his music way back in the day, (as his, it's not like his music doesn't play everywhere in Brasil) and I would not let his show go by without her seeing him.
Let me just say before anything else: Gilberto Gil can play! Shit, can he play! And sing! And dance! And he's 66 years old! He was dancing around like a maniac, screaming from the top of his lungs, giving evil looks to the crowd, and even doing a bit of ginga (capoeira move). All this out of someone whose black/gray/white dreadlocks probably weighed as much as the rest of his body.
His band was incredible as well, seamlessly switching between completely different musical styles, combining them, switching rythms, arrangements, and the like. And it wasn't just some musical masturbatory exercise (as per my most recent Prefuse 73 show, which made me quite upset); this was a concert designed to make you dance. My mom and I did not stop the whole time, we kept bumping into some not-so-happy concertgoers, but we didn't care. We came here to enjoy some incredible music by moving to it, not just staring mindlessly at the guitarists fingers. For that, you move to the side...
Now, this leaves my list of brasileiros i have to see on stage one name shorter:
Chico Buarque
Jorge Ben(jor)
DJ Dolores
Edu Lobo
Olodum
Nação Zumbi
Zuco 103
Marcelinho da Lua
