Who does not know the song Garota De Ipanema, written by Vinicius de Moraes? It was taken over in the sixties by anyone who wanted to « play Brazilian », starting with Stan Getz to Archie Shepp. « La Cirrhose » was the name of a bar opened by Vinicius in Ipanema. It was a place to drink, he put that name on it, which was abominable » (Caetano). The Bossa-nova was born at the end of the 1950s in the fine vapor of scotch, disdaining the bitter sweat of Samba. Precise and delicate, it invaded the world via New York and is often still considered THE Brazilian music. Its parents were João Gilberto, singer and guitarist, Tom Jobim, composer, Baden Powell, guitarist, and Vinicius de Moraes, poet. « Let love be infinite as long as it lasts », said the latter, who married more than seven times.
The powerful link that unites Brazilian music is this constancy of emotion. It grew up on January 19, 1982, when a telex from São Paulo announced: Elis Regina, « the woman leader of Brazilian music », died Tuesday, aged 36. « Elis was the queen of professionalism but didn't write any of her songs and was never skilled at an instrument », says Carvalho, her former producer. The funeral of the « Queen » appeared disproportionate, when considering her first concert led by flashlight due to a lack of funding. Since this first concert, she had worked her voice to such a level that it made it exceptionally particular.
Several songwriters owe an appreciable part of their notoriety to having been interpreted by Elis. These were notably João Bosco, present in Montreux this year (in 1983), or Milton Nascimento, who pays her a remarkable tribute on his album Anima. Milton remains a fascinating character with a Brazilian cultural mix. Everything about him seems both extremely familiar and distant. He is in turn champion of the spirit of life and death, of the child and the old man, inspired from native Brazilian culture as in the song Promises of the Sun: « You want me strong. And I am no longer. I am the end of the race, the old one, the one who once was. I summon the Silver Moon to deliver it to me. I pray to the Gods of the forest that they put me to death. / You want me beautiful. And I am no longer. They took everything a man should have from me. They cut me with a knife without finishing me off. Leaving me alive, without my blood, to rot. / You just want me fair. And I am no longer. The sun's promises no longer burn my heart. What a tragedy is that which falls on us all. What a tragedy is that which falls on us all. »
Newcomers (as written in 1983) gain a foothold in the difficult terrain of Brazilian music. Their names are Djavan, Luiz Melodia, Angela RoRo, Arrigo Barnabé… « I sing in the rhythm; I have no other vice. If the world is a garbage can, I am not. I am cute, full of affection. That's what my singing voice says. For our Lord » sings again, not without irony, Caetano Veloso, the sweet barbarian [Love, Love, Love - 1978].