Tag: Video
Sérgio Godinho
Sérgio Godinho, singer, writer and all-round renaissance man, has been working for 50 years now and Radio Comercial produced this really nice video of other musicians covering one of his best known songs. Of course, this sort of ensemble cast has been besmirched by that Imagine song in 2020, but they go a long way toward redeeming it.
I don’t recognise all the participants but I’ve definitely mentioned A Garota Não, António Zambujo, Miguel Araújo, Tiago Bettencourt, Ana Bacalhau, Claudia Pascoal, Tim from Xutos e Pontapés. I’m a little surprised I’ve never mentioned Camané apart from a couple of passing references. His eyebrows alone deserve their own blog post. And I’d been thinking of doing something about Os Quatro e Meia, but hadn’t got around to it yet
Aside from playing spot the celebrity, there’s a lot to look at in the video: there are shots taken in front of A Ponte D Luís in Porto, the Padrão dos Descobrimentos, and a mural by Vhils. You should also be able to spot where they’ve tried to mock up some of his album covers too. Compare this discography – I can see a couple (Samuel Úria and David Fonseca), but I feel like I’m probably missing some because a few of the scenes look so staged that they seem like the director is trying to set up the shot – like at 2.02 Diogo Piçarra is sitting on a park bench and as he sings the line he puts his elbow up on the backrest, then 7 seconds later at 2.09 João Só does the exact same thing but on the other side. That’s not a coincidence! Likewise the weird quantum superposition of Rita Redshoes on the same bench at 1:56 looks like it’s not just random.
A lot of them I’d never heard of before, or heard of but never sat down and listened to, so I picked on a few who took my interest:
- Capicua is quite interesting – she’s one of the first on screen. She’d broken the dress code by just turning up in normal clothes instead of being in her finery. I am not a rap aficianado, so I wasn’t really moved by her stuff, but her videos are quite interesting and worth a look. My favourite actual song is “Maria Capaz“, which is obviously a wordplay on Maria Rapaz, and I like that she’s turned it around and made it a good thing like that. Very good!
- I feel like there’s split in the genders of the singers: Most of the guys are showbiz veterans like Palma, Abrunhosa and Ribeirinho, all grizzled and weatherbeaten. Then there are people like Zambujo and Araújo in the next generation down, younger than me but not exactly spring chickens; and there is a fair sprinkling of young dudes in there too. The women, on the other hand, are almost all young, hot and immaculately groomed. I don’t really see any female fadistas of that older generation, coming out of retirement. I wonder if they were asked. The only woman I noticed who looks like she had done the hard miles and approaching his level of seniority was Mafalda Veiga, who is straight after Capicua. She seems to have done quite a lot of duets with the other musicians in the video (here) and I liked that there was someone there representing for us grown-ups.
- Buba Espinho is the least rock star-looking person I’ve ever seen and I checked out a video of his and it’s charming because he acts like a big ol’ doofus as well. His music’s Ok though and I don’t hold it against him that he isn’t trying to be super-cool in the american style. There are videos of him doing more straightforward Fado too and he looks more at home there.
- Carolina Deslandes is also fine but I didn’t feel the need to buy all her music. That’s a shame because she has an amazing voice.
- Rui Ribeirinho seems like an interesting guy. He’s from a band called GNR – not to be confused either with Guns ‘n’ Roses or with the Banda da Guarda Nacional Repúblicana. They’ve been around since the eighties and they’re still rockin’. HOLD THE PHONE – My wife’s just told me she met him at a party once! What the actual fuck?
- Rita Redshoes is someone I’d heard of but never paid much attention to. I quite liked this video where she is surrounded by Caretos… wait, why don’t I have any posts about Caretos? I could have sworn I’d written about them a few months back but I can’t find it now. Oh well, add it to the to-do list. Rita Redshoes has a very diverse back catalogue. There are some in english, this children’s show and even some relaxing white noise to send you to sleep!
- Pedro Abrunhosa is another name I know but I’ve never listened to. I can’t say I was that interested to be honest. Sorry, Pedro. He’s been around a long time though. I might put him on my Spotify for a while and see if I can find something I like. Listen to the crowd on this video – they love him!
- Sara Correia has a cracking set of pipes – she really belts it out, sailing that line between fado and more commercial pop, a bit like Ana Moura. She and Abrunhosa have collaborated before in the past on a fundraiser for Ukraine and it’s really powerful. Better when she’s singing than him, it must be said, but powerful all the same. Oh and she’s singing at Cadogan Hall in February – right, get that one in the diary!
Let’s do the lyrics, shall we? Lots of passive voice here: it’s going to be difficult to render it into english without sounding affected but I’ll do my best.
| Portuguese | English |
|---|---|
| A principio é simples, anda-se sozinho Passa-se na rua bem devagarinho Está-se bem no silêncio e no borburinho Bebe-se as certezas num copo de vinho E vem-nos à memória uma frase batida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida | At first it’s simple, walk alone It happens in the road, nice and slowly It’s OK in the silence and the noise Certainties are drunk in a glass of wine And a well-worn phrase comes to mind Today is the first day of the rest of your life Today is the first day of the rest of your life |
| Pouco a pouco o passo faz-se vagabundo Dá-se a volta ao medo, dá-se a volta ao mundo Diz-se do passado, que está moribundo Bebe-se o alento num copo sem fundo E vem-nos à memória uma frase batida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida | Little by little, the step becomes slow One takes a turn to fear, a turn to the world It’s said that the past is dying Breath is drunk in a bottomless cup And a well-worn phrase comes to mind Today is the first day of the rest of your life Today is the first day of the rest of your life |
| E é então que amigos nos oferecem leito Entra-se cansado e sai-se refeito Luta-se por tudo o que se leva a peito Bebe-se, come-se e alguém nos diz bom proveito E vem-nos à memória uma frase batida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida | And then friends offer a place to sleep One enters tured and leaves refreshed And fights for everything that’s taken to heart Drinks, eats, and someone says “Enjoy!” And a well-worn phrase comes to mind Today is the first day of the rest of your life Today is the first day of the rest of your life |
| Depois vêm cansaços e o corpo fraqueja Olha-se para dentro e já pouco sobeja Pede-se o descanso, por curto que seja Apagam-se dúvidas num mar de cerveja E vem-nos à memória uma frase batida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida | Afterwards comes tiredness and the body weakens One looks inside, little remains Asks for rest, no matter how short Doubts are washed away in a sea of beer And a well-worn phrase comes to mind Today is the first day of the rest of your life Today is the first day of the rest of your life |
| E enfim de uma escolha faz-se um desafio Enfrenta-se a vida de fio a pavio Navega-se sem mar, sem vela ou navio Bebe-se a coragem até dum copo vazio E vem-nos à memória uma frase batida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida | And in the end, a choice becomes a challenge Life is confronted in its entirety Navigating without a sea, without a sail or a ship Courage is drunk from an empty cup And a well-worn phrase comes to mind Today is the first day of the rest of your life Today is the first day of the rest of your life |
| E entretanto o tempo fez cinza da brasa E outra maré cheia virá da maré vaza Nasce um novo dia e no braço outra asa Brinda-se aos amores com o vinho da casa E vem-nos à memória uma frase batida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida | And meanwhile time turns the coal to ash And another high tide follows a low tide A new day is born, on the arm another wing Loves are toasted with house wine And a well-worn phrase comes to mind Today is the first day of the rest of your life Today is the first day of the rest of your life |
Emplastro
I think I’ve mentioned this girl before, and she’s well worth watching. This story in particular struck me because I’d never heard of the bloke but he really seems to be something of a national phenomenon.
O Tate da Tuga
I heard Joana Marques, on her podcast, “Extremamente Desagradável” talking about this silly, silly boy called Afonso, who is trying to style himself as the Andrew Tate of Portugal. Cigar, sunglasses, aspirational videos of him standing near hot gajas and red lambos, and of course he has a fake university where you can hand over your hard-earned cash and learn to be just like him. He hasn’t been arrested for human trafficking yet, but give him time.
He’s being interviewed here on the podcast of a bodybuilder guy called Hugo Mestre. For some reason, the first 7 minutes are completely silent, but all good things most come to an end and they start talking after that.
Aaaaanyway, look, I don’t want to bum you out by telling you about the worst of Portuguese social media, so if you need a soul cleanse after seeing this lad, can I recommend that you go on Instagram and look up dinis_o_mini_biologo, who is one of my favourite social media peeps at the moment. He’s only little, but he knows a lot about the creatures in the hedges and the rock pools of Portugal and he’s really confident in handling them while he tells you all about their habits and why he likes them. He’s basically everything social media should be and I hope he’ll have 1000x more success than the Tate Wannabe.
The Struggle Is Real
YouTube Channels You Actually Want to Watch.
I tend to follow mostly Booktube channels when I want to watch a video in portuguese but I’m training for a half marathon at the moment, so I’ve started watching this guy’s videos. He’s quite good on how to prepare and train. I don’t have as much free time as him I think, so I won’t be following his tips religiously, but it’s a good way of getting both training tips and listening practice at the same time. It’s quite a hard listen but I can manage, only dropping the occasional word.
Not interested in running? No worries, I definitely recommend looking for portuguese words related to something you are interested in, because it’s easier to focus on something you like, using visual clues to work out what they mean, rather than listen to something that’s aimed at learners but the subject matter is dull as ditch water. Throw in something specifically portuguese so as to avoid the Brazilian channels. So, in my case, “Meia maratona Lisboa” scored some decent hits and gave me plenty of channels to choose from.
O Leilão da Casa da Mariquinhas
I saw this in the same compilation as yesterday’s. The style is a bit lighter. The singers are Fernando Maurício (left) and Francisco Martinho (right). For me, the best thing is the staring match between the guy on the portuguese guitar and the guy on the vanilla guitar. Neither of those lads is backing down.
The song seems to date from the thirties or forties, when a song with a similar name – A Casa da Mariquinhas – was written by João Silva Tavares and sung by Alfredo Marceneiro. It tells the story of a house with shutters on the windows, which we are meant to understand is a brothel, and it was so popular it inspired a whole lot of similar songs about whorehouses. This is one, and it talks about the auction held after the closure of the house. Oh no! So I’ve listened to the sequel without hearing the original!
There’s a lot more background on this page if you want to know more.
| Portuguese | English |
|---|---|
| Ninguém sabe dizer nada Da formosa Mariquinhas* A casa foi leiloada Venderam-lhe as tabuinhas | Nobody knew how to say anything About the beautiful Mariquinhas The house was auctioned They even sold the shutters |
| Ainda fresca e com gajé Encontrei na Mouraria A antiga Rosa Maria E o Chico do Cachené Fui-lhes falar, já se vê E perguntei-lhes de entrada Pela Mariquinhas, coitada | Still cool and with swagger I met in the Mouraria Old lady Rosa Maria And Chico do Cachené I went to speak to them, as you see And asked them right away About poor Mariquinhas |
| Respondeu-me o Chico: E vê-la? Tenho querido saber dela Ninguém sabe dizer nada As outras suas amigas A Clotilde, a Júlia, a Alda A Inês, a Berta, a Mafalda E as outras mais raparigas Aprendiam-lhe as cantigas As mais ternas, coitadinhas Formosas como andorinhas Olhos e peitos em brasa Que pena tenho da casa Da formosa Mariquinhas! | And Chico replied: And to see her? I was wanting to know about her Nobody knew how to say anything Her other friends Clotilde, Júlia, Alda Inês, Berta, Mafalda And some other girls They learned her songs The most tender ones, poor things Beautiful as swallows Eyes like black coals I feel such pity for the house Of beautiful Mariquinhas |
| Então o Chico apertado Com perguntas, explicou-se A vizinhança zangou-se Fez um abaixo-assinado Diziam que havia fado Ali, até madrugada E a pobre foi intimada A sair; foi posta fora E por mor duma penhora A casa foi leiloada | Then Chico, eager To ask questions, explained The neighbourhood got angry And started a petition They said there was fado There until the small hours And the poor woman was summoned To leave; she was put out And for the sake of a foreclosure The house was auctioned |
| O Chico fora ao leilão Arrematou a guitarra O espelho, a colcha com barra O cofre-forte e o fogão | Chico, outside the auction Bid for the guitar The mirror, the striped duvet The safe and the stove |
| Como não houve cambão Porque eram coisas mesquinhas Trouxe um par de chinelinhas O alvará e as bambinelas E até das próprias janelas Venderam-lhe as tabuinhas | Since there was no change because they’re trivial things He took a pair of slippers The license and the awning And from the windows themselves They sold him the shutters |
Mariquinhas seems to be a woman’s name here, but generally speaking mariquinhas is a diminutive of maricas, meaning sissy or effeminate, so probably to be used with care.
Táxi – Chiclete
Portuguese Ska! Skaudade?
The lyrics of this one remind me of X-Ray Spex: the idea that consumer society means everything – and everybody – is plastic and disposable. I can’t say I enjoyed it as much as X-Ray Spex, unfortunately, but each to their own. Chiclete is one of those annoying words that’s feminine in European Portuguese and masculine in Brazilian Portuguese. I think “Pastilha Elástica” is a more common way of describing chewing gum, but I guess it doesn’t sound as good in the song, so here we are!
| Portuguese | English |
|---|---|
| E como tudo o que é coisa que promete A gente vê como uma chiclete Que se prova, mastiga e deita fora, sem demora Como esta música é produto acabado Da sociedade de consumo imediato Como tudo o que se promete nesta vida, chiclete | And like everything promising We see it like a chiclet That can be tasted, chewed and thrown away without delay Like this song is a finished product Of a consumer society Like everything promising in this life, chiclet |
| Chiclete Aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua Chiclete | Chiclet Aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua Chiclet |
| E nesta altura e com muita inquietação Faço um reparo e quero abrir uma excepção Um casse-tete* nunca será não, chiclete Pra que tudo continue sem parar Fundamental levar a vida a dançar Nesta vida que tanto promete, chiclete | And right now, and with a lot of agitation I make a correction and I want to make an exception It will never be a puzzle, chiclet So that everything continues without stopping It’s essential to go through life dancing In this life that promises so much, chiclet |
| Chiclete Aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua Chiclete | Chiclet Aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua Chiclet |
| E como tudo o que é coisa que promete A gente vê como uma chiclete Que se prova, mastiga e deita fora, sem demora Como esta música é produto acabado Da sociedade de consumo imediato Como tudo o que se promete nesta vida, chiclete | And like everything promising We see it as a chiclet That can be tasted, chewed and thrown away without delay Like this song is a finished product Of a consumer society Like everything promising in this life, chiclet |
| Chiclete Aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua Chiclete, chiclete, chiclete, chiclete Chiclete, chiclete, chiclete, chiclete Chiclete (Prova) Chiclete (Mastiga) Chiclete (Deita fora) Chiclete (Sem demora) | Chiclet Aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua-aua Chiclet, chiclet, chiclet, chiclet Chiclet, chiclet, chiclet, chiclet Chiclet (Taste) Chiclet (Chew) Chiclet (Throw away) Chiclet (No delay) |
*=This is french. Boooooo!
Beetles
I like stag beetles and now I know what they’re called in portuguese!
Oh No He Didn’t…
Politicians are often prone to saying wildly inappropriate things in public and Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa is no exception. 😬