In the mid-eighties the hippest ever nightclub opened in Rio. Its name was "Crepúsculo de Cubatão," or Cubatão Sunset. Cubatão, in São Paulo state, held the infamous claim to the Guiness Book of Records as one of the most polluted cities in the world.
Ah, what sunsets it had -- and Los Angeles did too.
I thought about "Crepúsculo de Cubatão" last night, as the sun set behind the trees and the sky was tinged reddish, orange, the sun the size of a supersizeme round party platter. I have some cell. phone pictures to share here.
The enterpreneur who named the club struck a genius chord. The club was all black, the drinks were kamikazes, really strong ones, the clientele consisted of Anglophones and beautiful Cariocas clad in black with a touch of metal. We called ourselves the "dark" movement or generation. The music was Joy Division, Killing Joke, Billy Idol,The Smiths, U2 and the likes. I guess when the concept reached the USA it was renamed "Goth." Rio most often received the music from the UK before the USA did. Here, when I went to the craziest frat party in my life, on Halloween, at all-male dorm Touton Hall, I was scorned and told they played American only. That was 1985, the year of misconstrued "Born in the USA."
These memories flashed in my mind as the atmosphere displayed the poor quality of the air, an inversion layer,
I had seen before here, in São Paulo and in Rio, when by the coast.
Maybe that's also the June gloom which spreads its darker sky in the
morning.
A timid sun is sending its rays west. The talk in the Los Angeles
Times is money although a dramatic photo of flames and firefighters
takes the front page (like anyone cares about us unpatriotic
Americans.) Anderson Cooper showed problems Native Brazilians have
had. Rio de Janeiro was under siege of a downpour of rain. The USA is
rich. There is no reason the firemen should have no aerial equipment.
We, Californians, are bummed but count our blessings. The talking heads
will be conspicuous today. Are we at the edge of an abyss ready for
that step ahead?
With you Brazilian Sepultura, thrashing about Biothech is Godzilla, the story of Cubatão.
Man, I have great memories of Cubatao...then Kitchenet in the same space. Saudades... ;)
Posted by: PorradaVFR | April 22, 2008 at 08:40 PM