Part 23 of our tour of Europe brings us to Romania. I had a few days in Bucharest once - part work, part sightseeing - and liked it very much. At one point I had plans to visit Timisoara with a side trip over the border to Belgrade but it never came off. I may try again next year when it is the official European City of Culture.
The bizarre highlight of the Bucharest trip was a breakfast meeting at my hotel with a local MEP who bore a striking resemblance to Pitbull (the rapper not the dog). He turned up on a pair of crutches, and most of the meeting was spent with me getting him refills from the breakfast buffet or him explaining in great detail the plot of a film that was the Romanian equivalent of "Green Card".
Enough of my rambling. Let's get on with the show.
To those of you who read the title of this post and are fearful of what might follow in the video section - You are right to be afraid. We are going there.
I have been stocking up on random purchases in charity shops since the Great Reopening. The sheer relief at being able to do so has resulted in me showing even less taste and discrimination than usual. If there is a 'Three for £1' offer on, I'm having three whether I like them or not.
One CD acquired in such circumstances that has definitely exceeded my expectations is "Outer Bongolia" (2007) by a gentleman known as The Bongolian (possibly not his real name). Lots of bongos, as you would have guessed, and lots of Hammond organ too. It is really rather good.
It has been a fair while since we had any country music on here. We are putting that right today and doing it in style.
Nobody has caused more tears to be shed into beers than these three gents - listening to any one of them will dilute even the strongest ale until it is weaker than the weediest lager shandy - and they have shed a fair few themselves.
Have you recovered from yesterday's George-induced extravaganza yet? Several of my senses are still shook up (in a good way), and at least one of them may be permanently discombobulated.
Tucked away in the midst of that cavalcade of sounds was a note from me mentioning that I would be following up with a post on a particular Portuguese band.
This is that post, and Quarteto 1111 is that band. Considered by many (possibly) to be the founding fathers of Portuguese psych, they made a couple of cracking singles in 1970. These are they.
The lead singer Jose Cid went on to have successful solo career, the highlight of which was perhaps his 1978 rock opera "10,000 Anos Depois Entre Venus e Marte" (10,000 Years Later Between Venus and Mars).
Well it was either that or his appearance at Eurovision two years later.
Part 22 of the Grand Tour brings us to Portugal, and for the second time in the series we have recruited a local guide to show us the sights (and sounds).
Way back in Denmark our guide was Asthmatic Harp, who incidentally has a excellent new single called "Limbo" that you should be buying a.s.a.p. On this occasion it is a mysterious gentleman known only as Jorge. As far as I am aware no Jorge recordings are currently available for purchase.
Over to Jorge...
Ernie suggested I write a piece for his epic “The Long
Goodbye” series for the Portugal edition. Which was very nice of him. This is
written with absolutely no knowledge of his own article about Portugal. [Spoiler alert: There will be no article from me on Portugal. How on earth could I top this? There will be a short feature on a particular Portuguese act, but that's all. Ernie]
The very first Portuguese album I bought was from a small
cafe in Baixo Alentejo, it had a
small display of CDs behind the counter,
I had drunk a few beers, I had money to burn, so I pointed to the
one I wanted. It’s an example of pimba music, which is I think Portuguese
home-grown pop. It’s an acquired taste.
The first serious Portuguese album was a compilation of many bands and singers, an indie/blues/rockabilly CD, with some belting
songs on it, like this surf track:
Thanks to this album I realised that there could be a lot
more acts to discover, and thanks to Bandcamp it’s been easy. But before that,
who wants to hear some Portuguese pre-revolution prog??
The group A Jigsaw are
a Portuguese Americana band; this is from the excellent Like The Wolf album:
Tiago Bettencourt
is very famous here, his music is a kind of Bruce Springsteen-lite (but good).
His first band was Toranja, and from
their genuinely good album Esquissos
is this track:
One of the most famous bands in Portugal are Xutos e Pontapés. They’ve been making
records since the late 1970s. Such is their fame here that when original band
member Zé Pedro died (in 2017), Prime Minister António Costa wrote a tribute;
and Metallica played a song in his honour when they played a concert in Lisbon
in 2018. This is one of their best known songs:
Even more famous here is Quim Barreiros, who has been releasing “pimba” albums of double
entendres/hidden meanings since the time of the Carnation Revolution.
EVERYONE has heard of him: my friend Miguel met him once,
and said that he’s a really nice bloke, he came over to Miguel’s table, had a
beer and a chat. Quim’s latest album is
“Será porca ou parafuso”, which translates as “Will it be nut or bolt”. I
suspect Sr. Barreiros is not really talking about items you can buy at B&Q
(unless they have radically amended their range since we left the UK). There’s
also an album that translates as “My bread fell out of the pot”, and I really
have no idea what that alludes to. And here’s Quim not singing about little goats.
This video has the lyrics, so you’ve got hours of fun working out what he’s
really saying:
I’m a big fan of his cheery music.
The music of Portugal is not all fado or pimba (or that young man who won Eurovison a couple
of years ago), there really are some excellent bands here.
Muito obrigado, Ernie. [Tem sido um prazer, Jorge]
If any of you thought the title of the post implied we were starting a musical tour of the Caribbean - apologies, we are not. We haven't even finished the trip round the EU yet and I'm going to need to rest after that (but while on the subject, make sure you tune in on Friday for a very special treat).
The more musically astute among you will have worked out that where we actually wanna take yer is Kokomo. Oh Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty Mama (and other readers).
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