Right now, 20:18 in NYC, Os Mutantes must be getting ready for their show at the Rose Theater. This is a kick-ass theater, with a 1,200 people capacity. There are more Brazilians in NYC. The show will be more civilized. At the El Rey I started getting worried. First, it's also covered with some dark red suede -like cloth. Even if flame-retardant, it can catch fire, either from the joints circulating around, or from a short circuit. Two drunks were right next to Arnaldo Baptista, totally plastered, bowing over their cups filled with beer. I talked to security. NADA. The security girls were tired of the drunks. They were kicked out and shortly after returned to the show, to drink some more. In the end, these two climbed onto the stage and Os Mutantes' beefy manager grabbed them and disappeared with them backstage. The beer cups were right next to some electronic attachments of Arnaldo's. And of course, if there were a fire, the escape routes were taken by these ill-mannered kids. In a parallel to the Smiths, to die by Os Mutantes' side is such a heavenly way (click to watch) to die. The dangers of addiction are well demonstrated here, with Nora Volkow, a great researcher of neurotransmitters and their role in addiction. When I say addiction, I mean all addictions: food, drugs, sleeping pills, weight loss.
In a way I guess I am addicted to my memories. So far my memory is prodigious. Not the where-are-my-glasses type memory. If you read Proust you'll understand this better. It's a somewhat neurotic way to retain in the brain everything possible because once you perceive something, it's past.
However, the era of Tropicália and the time of Os Mutantes were very special. So that you understand better, Tropicália was an artistic revolution. It meant accepting the fact Brazil ingests the hype from abroad but produces something different. Imagine a people getting aroused in the bleakest time of the Dictators; one side musically traditional, the other blending mambo, old Brazilian music, rock and roll, sampling, touches of classical, being booed by all. That was 1968, a crucial revolutionary year in Brazil, in France, but the Stalinists left the students on their own, and in the USA.
At the El Rey I was amazed at how powerful Os Mutantes sounded. It was a wise decision to add five members to the band. I had heard Arnaldo Baptista wasn't playing. Horse manure. There is a visible growth in his prowess as a keyboardist. The guy was playing the piano at age six. Things come back to you. Besides being fuller, their sound of today is definitely tinged by progressive rock. That was one question I dared ask Sérgio after the show,
"I know Mrs. De Carvalho left because of progressive rock and the band was no longer after a while. Is the sound of Os Mutantes, a tinged with progressive rock sound, the one you had dreamed of for the band?" ( I hope I sounded smart there;P)
"Absolutely. This is my dream come true."
We talked about the miracle of getting the band together, finding Zélia, who has adjusted her lower pitch voice to a higher one, getting Arnaldo to join in, another miracle in itself. I mentioned the fact I didn't recognize who was singing what. Arnaldo's range is more limited now, although he does sing the weird "Dia 36", with gestures to go along. Sérgio is very caring and protective of his older brother. Arnaldo still plays devil-may-care, easy-go-lucky. Clowning is part of his personality. It was there I found out he doesn't know what he says in "Top Top"; it changes. Zélia is very dynamic on stage; sometimes she reminds me of people at a voodoo center, dancing while the "saints" take their bodies, which is kinda of what "Batmacumba" is about.
The act that opened the show was not very good. A guy with two microphones, a disheveled 'fro, a "knife" across his head. His partner in crime wore a hockey mask. Hey, if this is the club sound of today, spare me. The kids mimicked the blacks who go to battles, with gestures, blabla. You want to know the real thing? Get in your car and go to Compton. Or Watts or Lynwood.
Get Public Enemy.
The show of Os Mutantes opened with "Don Quixote." The brass/orchestra is pre-recorded from their records. Maestro Rogério Duprat lives on. Some songs were performed in a faster tempo, such as Françoise Hardy's "Le Premier Bonheur du Jour." It is important to understand how idiotic this label "psychedelic" is for Os Mutantes 1968-1970. A link of an interview with Sérgio mentions this. My husband was saying some folks have no clue of Tropicalia, so they label what they don't get as psychedelic. I know drugs ween't there,for sure. Later.
What is really amazing besides how young they were at that time is how they preceded hippies in their penchant for costumes. At the El Rey Arnaldo wore a metallic looking top and bottom. Sergio is enamoured of his long scarf. Nicolas, my husband, says Sérgio is trying the Sir Paul look. Think about how ahead of the times they were/are. "Easy Rider" was released in 1969. The year of "2001"-Kubrick's film. Check the song out, live in São Paulo, with Tom Zé, co-writer, wearing a parangolé. What's a parangolé? In this blog, Hélio Oiticica. Seek and thou shall find.
The link to my photos is http://www.flickr.com/photos/anarchic_universe/