Monday, January 19, 2015

Musica -- ¡con mucho aché!


Juan de Marcos (L) at the Cardinal on Feb. 10 with Richard Hildner (guitar) and Nick Moran (bass)
© SKepecs 2015
Here’s some huge, thrilling news.  Next fall – September / November 2015 – Juan de Marcos González, the world’s leading authority on Afro-Cuban music and leader of the legendary Afro-Cuban All Stars, will be the UW-Madison Arts Institute’s Interdisciplinary Artist-in-Residence.  Marcos was in town last month – Feb. 10 – 12 – for a pre-residency visit.  I wrote a substantive article about this late winter musical feast (which happily coincided with a concert by the Pedrito Martínez Group at Overture's Capitol Theater) for the Greater Madison Jazz Consortium’s new website.  The article was posted right on time, a week before the events, but without explanation the GMJC removed my piece from their archives shortly afterwards.  Since I own the rights to this work and it's part of my portfolio, I'm posting it, a month after those eventos cubanísimos, on CulturalOyster, in the name of preservation.
-- SK

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February's Afro-Cuban Music Feast

“Y en la vida se debe andar derecho,
Rendir tributo a quien se lo merece
Con la imaginación crear lo bello
Y que sea distinto, diferente!”

“In life one should play it straight,
Pay tribute to whose who deserve it,
With imagination create what’s beautiful –
And let it be distinct, different!”
– Juan de Marcos González, from his song “Distinto, Diferente,” on the eponymous album (World Circuit, 1999).

 by Susan Kepecs
There’s nothing in the world as bold and bailable Afro-Cuban music. The thrilling syncopation of its basic rhythmic patterns, clave and tumbao, are gifts from the Orishas – the ancestral spirits of West Africa who crossed the Atlantic on slave ships and landed on the biggest Antillean island. The Orishas are the most dynamic of deities, and though Afro-Cuban music is unmistakable in any of its forms, it’s constantly evolving. Juan de Marcos, renowned leader of the Afro-Cuban All Stars, is a master innovator, as is his younger counterpart, Pedrito Martínez. Both will be in Madison the second week of February, giving us a chance to check out the state of Afro-Cuban music in early 2015. The Pedrito Martínez Group plays Overture’s Capitol Theater on Thursday, Feb. 12, at 7:15 PM. Marcos, the UW-Madison Arts Institutes’ Interdisciplinary Artist-in-Residence for fall, 2015, thanks to the efforts of Willie Ney, Executive Director of the UW-Madison Office of Multicultural Arts Initiatives – what a coup! – is here to meet the community at a reception in his honor at the Cardinal Bar on Feb. 10 (5-7 PM), and to give a pre-residency talk at Overture’s Wisconsin Studio (it’s up on the third floor) at 6 PM before Martínez’ concert on Feb. 12.
Both Marcos and Martínez were born to this music. Marcos hails from Pueblo Nuevo, Centro Havana, a veritable hotbed of urban son y rumba. His puro – “pure one,” a Cuban term of respect and honor for father – sang with dance bands all over Havana (sometimes with the sire of son montuno, Arsenio Rodríguez, or with piano potentate Ruben González) – and led a chapter of the secret men’s society, Abakuá; its sacred Nigerian drum rhythms are rumba’s heartbeat.
For a while Marcos' family lived next door to the late, great sonero Compay Segundo, whose song "Chan Chan," sung by Ibrahim Ferrer, is opening track on the original Buena Vista Social Club album (World Circuit, 1997). "When I was about 10, my puro bought me Compay's guitar," Marcos says. "But music didn't pay. He didn't want me to be a musician. He always had various jobs besides his gigs. He was a guaguero [bus driver] and a stevedore on the docks. And he was a leftist – a union leader." So Marcos ended up with a doctorate in engineering, though he organized his first band, Sierra Maestra (most recently in Madison in 2012, though by then Marcos was no longer involved) during his student days. Fortunately for us, Marcos ultimately gave up engineering for music.
It was Marcos who brought the old soneros, then more or less relegated to the dustbins of prerevoltionary history, to the attention of Ry Cooder and Nick Gold. From that collaboration came the Buena Vista Social Club phenomenon (http://www.buenavistasocialclub.com/), with its famous Wim Wenders film and its fat handful of group and solo albums recorded on the World Circuit label at the end of the 1990s, including the Afro-Cuban All Stars’ first album, A Toda Cuba Le Gusta (World Circuit, 1997).
Today Marcos brings together several generations of Cuban musicians, now scattered across the globe thanks to the limitations of the island’s political economy, to perform and record under the Afro-Cuban All Stars banner. He also uses his astute eye for talent producing albums by the best of Cuba’s next-generation players. One of his outstanding successes in this role was the 2007 production (on his own label, DM Ahora!) of the landmark debut album by leading Cuban rapper Telmary Díaz, who melds Afro-Cuban rhythms with urban slam poetry.
Martínez grew up in the section of Centro Habana called Cayo Hueso, like Pueblo Nuevo a cradle of son y rumba. Martínez learned to play as a youngster in the streets. “He comes straight from the source,” Marcos says, “he developed by playing with rumba’s greatest protagonists.” Since 1998, though, Martínez has lived in New York. He was a founding member of Afro-Latin New York fusion band Yerba Buena before branching out on his own. The Pedrito Martínez Group’s first, eponymously titled studio album was released in 2013 (Motéma Music). It’s a chart-buster, the top Latin jazz seller on both iTunes and Amazon.
 Martínez is the whole package – a superb percussionist (he won top honors in the Thelonious Monk Institute Afro-Latin hand percussion competition in 2000), a tremendous vocalist, and a surprising innovator. His instruments of choice are the tumbadoras (congas) and the hourglass-shaped, double-headed batá, the sacred drum used to call up the Orishas.

Given its folkloric roots, Afro-Cuban music is organically linked to dance. “It’s important,” Marcos says,” to speak of rumba as a music / dance complex, encompassing several relatively distinct rhythm and dance styles. But the term ‘rumba’ also applies to any fiesta at which these genres are played and danced. By extension, in Cuban slang when someone throws a great party, even if the music is reggaeton or heavy metal, people say “yesterday there was a great rumba at Pedro’s house.”  
But if Afro-Cuban music is for dancing, it’s also dazzlingly complex. Jazz is intrinsic, says Marcos. “In rumba, in particular, improvisation is and always has been key. It goes back to the abolition of slavery; the flow of blacks between New Orleans and Cuba led to a certain confluence of ideas and styles.”
In New Orleans, Jelly Roll Morton called it the “Spanish Tinge.” In Cuba, you can see it in the early twentieth century rise of the French-inspired Afro-Cuban danzón orchestras, which got their characteristic, stately sound from violins, flutes, and piano, mixed with bass and timbales. “Since that time,” Marcos says, “open solos for piano and flute have been part and parcel of Afro-Cuban music. Moreover, with the signing of the Platt Ammendment, which made Cuba a quasi U.S. colony [it was repealed in 1934, though heavy U.S. investments in Cuban land and the sugar industry remained until the 1959 Revolution], American capitalists living on the island and their allies, the elitist Cuban oligarchs, demanded to stay on top of the latest foreign fashions.”
By the 1920s, Marcos continues, U.S. jazz orchestras, like those led by saxophonist Ted Naddy and violinist Max Dolin, were common in Havana. Eventually, these leaders began using Cuban musicians – it was cheaper than bringing in and manitaining complete ensembles from the States. This musical interaction reached its peak in the 1940s, with the explosion of Afro-Cuban jazz – son y rumba now threaded with the structures of blues and bebop that originated in the African-American experience, like the call-and-response patterns of trading fours or eights.

Marcos’ talk on Feb. 12 – essentially a preview of his fall residency on campus, which will include a public lecture / concert series on the order of the John Santos Latin jazz residency of 2004 (also a Ney initiative) – will put all of this in context and perspective. “The talk’s about the history, development, and musicology of Cuban music since the eighteenth century,” he says. “I’ll go from Cuban baroque composers like Esteban Salas and Juan Paris, whose works stem from European rather than Cuban forms, through today. It’s a panoramic overview that, when I get to the present, will pay special homage to the artists we’re going to invite to Madison during my residency, and to their particular styles.”
As a musician Marcos takes a similarly broad tack with his Afro-Cuban All Stars shows – and there surely will be one this fall, the first since March, 2009 (the All Stars also played here in April, 2000). “What I try to do in my concerts,” Marcos says, “is approach the greatest possible number of genres, to reveal the panorama of popular music in my country. I’ll play very traditional [late nineteenth and early twentieth century] genres, like danzón and contradanza, and go from there through son y rumba to timba” [an Afro-Cuban style invented by a new generation of rebellious youth invented during the island’s post-Soviet crisis in the 1990s, which opened the island to tourism and all the outside influences that brought, including hip-hop and the multiethnic, multicultural cross-currents of New York].
“I’m not going to say that I’ll play a lot of timba,” Marcos continues, “or that I’m going to include Cuban reggaeton. But sometimes in my arrangements I incorporate a few measures of that and of Afro-Cuban hip-hop.” He also uses elements of funk, swing, or anything else that feels right. I’ve posted a few recent videos of the Afro-Cuban Allstars on my blog, CulturalOyster (http://culturaloysterwut.blogspot.com/2015/01/a-taste-of-february.html) – there’s also one of Martínez there – to give you a taste.
“In general,” Marcos says, “I think music is all one thing, and it’s atemporal – only the quality and the richness of the language is what speaks, what’s transmitted to the spectator.”

If Marcos – professor and musician – embodies the spirit of innovation in Afro-Cuban music over the long term, Martínez is the music’s U.S. present. Before he left Cuba he played with an amazing slate of rumberos, from the deeply traditional Muñequitos de Matanzas (who were here as part of the John Santos residency in 2004) and the late, great conguero / composer Tata Güines, plus batá master Pancho Quinto, one of the pioneers of the open, jazzlike, heavily improvisational, polyrhythmic rumba called guarapachangueo that evolved out of guaguancó, one of the three traditional twentieth-century rumba genres, at the end of the 1970s in Havana.
The ‘70s were a revolutionary period in Cuban music. The sounds of yankee imperialism were prohibited, but young conservatory players who are legendary today – like Chucho Valdés, Paquito D’Rivera, and Arturo Sandoval – held clandestine radio parties on late-night rooftops, absorbing jazz-rock fusion and other styles coming out of the States. From this illigitimate crack in the iron curtain sprang new, experimental Cuban bands – most prominently Irakere, which included, at the time, Valdés, D’Rivera, and Sandoval. Folkloric rumberos like Pancho Quinto, exposed to these new influences, started opening up the way they played guaguancó, and guarapachangueo was born.
Guarapachangueo, like timba, incorporates incorporates elements of hip-hop and the multiethnic, multicultural cross-currents of New York. It has the young energy of timba, and sometimes resembles it, but it’s more rooted, and more rumba than anything else. And Martinez is the guarapachangueo virtuoso in the Big Apple. He’s been something of a star since he arrived in New York 18 years ago – the list of musicians he’s worked with is a knockout – but today he’s at the top of his game.

Nobody else sounds like Martinez, though he’s very modest. “I don’t think I’m a creator of anything. But I’ve been schooled by great rumberos and I’ve been lucky to have the opportunity to play guarapachangueo here in the States and to raise its profile. At heart I’m an Afro-Cuban folkloric player, a rumbero from the marginal streets of Havana. I never studied in school. But I’d describe my music as Afro-Cuban with a lot of New York.
“A lot of rumberos were here before me,” Martínez continues. “How many came here in the 1960s? But I represent my generation. I came to the U.S. at a good time for Cuban music, and it’s my responsibility to keep the Cuban flag flying and to keep the music moving ahead. I’ve played with Paquito D’Rivera, with Eddie Palmieri; I worked for several years with Wynton Marsalis, who’s on my latest album. I’ve worked with Sting, Bruce Springsteen, Paul Simon. I’ve had the opportunity – and the curiosity – to play African music, Brazilian music – to know and share sounds from so many places is a great advantage. I absorb other music, other harmonies, for my own use. I try out new sounds – if they don’t work they go, but if they click they stay. I’ve learned a lot this way.”
Martínez’ band – it’s a quartet, but it sounds so rich and full you’d swear there were more than four players – is international, too; pianist Edgar Pantoja-Aleman is from Santiago de Cuba, but bass player Alvaro Benavides is Venezuelan and percussionist Jhair Sala is from Peru. “I don’t want to impose my own folklore or any specific sound on the others,” Martínez says. “Each of them is a leader in his own right, with his own band and his own ideas. Each contributes his own themes to my group. Together the music we make is very complete, and we play con mucho sentimiento.”
If this description makes the Pedrito Martínez group sound like just another altermodern world beat band, it’s not. Despite the confluence of influences Martínez cites, its sound is completely, unmistakably, Cuban. Yep. That’s the power of the Orishas.  



El Cantante del Pueblo (AC All Stars, song by Tirso Duarte)



(song by Juan de Marcos)

Sometimes I use some swing or funk with Afro-Cuban percussion, as I do here (below) 
                                                                          ---- Juan de Marcos




         And here's Pedrito Martnez (who's played with everybody who's anybody in New York and recorded for a number of years with the Afrobeat / Latin fusion band Yerba Buena, of which he was a founding member)  in a  video of a tune off the debut studio album for his own quartet, The Pedrito Martinez Group (2013 Motema Music).  The fabulous, cubanísima keyboardist in this clip, Ariacne Trujillo, has gone on to make her own mark, but her replacement, Edgar Pantoja-Aleman, is emerging in his own right as a force on the Cuban music scene in New York.
¡Aché!

 

Sunday, December 28, 2014

The Best Performances of 2014



                                                                              Bandaloop  © SKepecs 2014
by Susan Kepecs
Around the world the number of popular uprisings against the oil, narco, racist, sexist, military and political forces of global capitalism increased this year. But can the people ever win?  While you ponder the question, remember this: at least there’s respite in the arts.  Here, in no particular order, are the performances I was most grateful for this year. 

Madison Opera’s Dead Man Walking, April 25-27, in Overture Hall.  Based on the made-into-movie book by Sister Helen Prejean, composed by Jake Heggie with libretto by Terrrence Nally, and directed and conducted by Maestro John Demain, Dead Man Walking was the year’s most powerful production.  The structure of this opera offers all the elements of its traditional, nineteenth century predecessors – love, violence, high drama – but the work is set compellingly in the zeitgeist of today. The music – Stravinskyesque modern with touches of gospel, jazz and blues – plus the industrial, Broadway-style set – grab a musty old artform by the horns and flip it smack into the present.  In Madison Opera’s production the performances, especially by the leads – Daniela Mack as Sister Helen Prejean and Michael Mayes as the murderer on death row, Joseph DeRocher – were beautifully turned. The emotional impact of this opera on the audience was astonishing, and colossal social relevance of this exceptional work of art was driven home again three days later, when the botched execution of an Oklahoma death row inmate monopolized the national news.

Madison Ballet’s Repertory II program, March 21-22, at the Bartell. Three short ballets were on the bill – two by artistic director W. Earle Smith (La Luce D’Amore, a pure ballet piece to a set of
                                                         "Who Cares?"   © SKepecs 2014
Neopolitan folk tunes, and Groovy, an ode to the 1960s), plus the concert version of Who Cares?, George Balanchine’s Broadwayesque, Gershwin-scored gem from 1970.  Much of the dance performance I saw this year was formulaic and dull.  But these ballets sparkled, setting the company’s strong, polished dancers free, within the neoclassical canon and the parameters of the choreography, to let loose and dance for joy.


Juancho Martínez (L) and Aurelio Martínez   © SKepecs 2014 
Two selections from the Eleventh Annual Madison World Music Festival, Sept. 12-13, Memorial Union Terrace, the Wisconsin Union Theater, and the Willy St. Fair.  One was Aurelio Martínez and the Garifuna Soul Band, from Honduras (Sept. 12, Shannon Hall at WUT). No place on earth has   more social problems than this crime-ridden ex-banana republic, and few people are more marginalized than the African / Caribbean Garifuna of Central America’s Atlantic coast. “I write songs about social problems,” guitarist / bandleader Martínez said onstage.“We are the voice of silence.”  But no music has ever been more alegre – smooth, rhythmic, tropical and transcendant, with a moral message for the ages: you gotta dance to keep from cryin’.  Congas, hollow-log Garifuna drums, bass, dueling guitars – plus invited guest Juan Tomás “Juancho” Martínez, of Golpe Tierra, Clan Destino, Acoplados and other smokin’ Mad City bands, on cajón and congas – put out irresistable punta and parranda beats.  Aurelio, possessed of a powerful deep tenor and a supple guitar style, sang like a preacher, scatted like a jazzman, danced with the spirits. “Like it?” he asked. “Garifuna soul!”

    Bandaloop © SKepecs 2014
 Also at the MWMF, aerial dance company Bandaloop (both days, Union Terrace) took my breath away.  No tricks á la Cirque de Soliel, no death-defying, high-impact feats like Streb’s.  Bandaloop’s a small company of extremely graceful movers who used the Terrace face of the Union Theater exactly  the way modern and classical dancers use the floor – but with a whole extra dimension.  Rigged like  mountain climbers the dancers got incredible hang time in the air, approximating flight.  How much fun, jitterbuggging to Count Basie, suspended up there!  When I interviewed senior dancer Melecio Estrella before the fest, he told me one of the company’s main aims was to get people to see architecture they may be very familiar with in a new light. Bingo. That side of the WUT hasn’t looked the same since. 

Million Dollar Quartet, May 13-18, Overture Hall.  
The ebullient jukebox musical, revolving around a 1956 recording session at Sun Records in Memphis, featured killer musicians playing standout songs from the dawn of rock n’ roll.  Corey Kaiser (as Jay Perkins) didn’t get as much spotlight as his collaborators (little brother Carl, Elvis, Johnny Cash, and Jerry Lee Lewis), but he was oh-so-cool, daddy-o, slappin’ and spinnin’ that standup bass, jitterbugging a foot all the while. James Barry (as Carl Perkins) pounded out hard-driving, two-fisted boogie-woogie and occasionally rippled a foot across the ivories for extra effect.  And John Countryman (as Jerry Lee Lewis) stole the show, boppin’ his head and stompin’ his feet as he shook, rattled and rolled.

                                                               DakhaBrakha  © SKepecs 2014

DakhaBrakha, Aug. 28, at Overture’s Capitol Theater.  This altermodern Ukranian band is a force of nature with its ancient, pagan, avant-garde music of the spheres, its polyphonic chants, Motown harmonies, accordions, cello, African percussion, and high performance art attitude.  The band’s second (third?) Madison appearance coincided with the height of the (still sizzling) crisis, on a day particularly rife with reports of new Russian incursions in eastern Ukraine.  The second set ended with the band’s signature song, “Baby,” and as the cheering audience rose to its feet the musicians held up signs.  “Stop Putin.” “No War.”  Whooping and hollering in solidarity ensued.
Kanopy Dance’s performance of Martha Graham’s “Steps in the Street” at American Kaleidoscope, Overture’s tenth anniversary celebration show, Sept. 27 in the big hall.  “Steps,” from 1936, is an absolutely striking example of Graham’s early work and a veritable lexicon of her brilliant modernist vocabulary.  It requires exacting, difficult modern dance technique, and it was rendered splendidly by Kanopy’s dancers. 

I’m giving two local saoco salutes this year, both to institutions that serve up big doses of performing arts happiness to the community on a regular basis.  One goes to the Cardinal Bar, for all those Friday
Tony Castañeda at the Cardinal © SKepecs 2014
happy hour jazz jam tribe gatherings.  Tony Castañeda’s Latin Jazz Quartet plays most first Fridays; the rest of the month varies, but the rotation, mixing up Latin and straight-ahead, often includes Golpe Tierra, Acoplados, Samba Novistas, El Clan Destino, the Dave Stoler Trio, and Gerri DiMaggio among others. 
The other goes to the Greater Madison Jazz Consortium for its 2014 Strollin’ Jazz Crawls. I only did the First Settlement event, on Sept. 26, and even then I didn’t catch every act. But what a pleasure to amble along East Wilson on a warm late September afternoon with the community out in full force, relaxed and diverse – so conspicuously different from the establishment formality of Overture’s American Kaleidoscope show the following night.  Such a stroke of genius, turning Crowley Station (aka the concrete top of Municipal Well #17) into a bandstand for Jamie Kember’s Madison College Big Band and later, Ladies Must Swing!  Meanwhile, the great Jan Wheaton’s joyous groove rocked the packed-to-the gills Cardinal across the street.  Formidable guitarist Louka Patenaude plied his alt-country side at Tempest Oyster Bar, accompanied by another guitar guru, Richard Hildner, plus John Christensen on bass and Juancho Martínez on cajón. 

© SKepecs 2014

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Madison Ballet's 2014 Nutcracker Flaunts Beautiful Ballerinas


Quirk in the Land of Snow.  © Kat Stiennon 2014

by Susan Kepecs
Madison Ballet’s 2014 Nutcracker, at Overture Hall through December 27 (I attended Saturday night, Dec. 13, and Sunday afternoon, Dec. 14) was a bit like that Victorian rhyme about bridal good luck charms – something old, new, borrowed, and blue.  By superstition that should be enough to ward off bad juju, and for the most part this production came through beautifully.  Just a few small demons slipped through the cracks.
The sets and about 95% of the choreography are relatively old, dating to 2004, Overture’s opening year.  And nobody goes to Nut for the party scene, as someone commented later, but the one in Madison Ballet’s production is so old it’s worn out. In both casts, the young Claras (Tia Wenkman Saturday night, Ruby Sutherlin Sovern Sunday afternoon) danced brightly and with spunk  But really, the dancing dolls are the scene’s saving grace. Young, talented company apprentice Annika Reikersdorfer’s music-box ballerina pique turns and twinkling pas de chats, plus Jackson Warring, flaunting crisp, clean cabrioles and quadruple pirouettes in his rhythmic soldier doll dance, brought the sleepy stage – and the audience – to life.
What’s new (and good) is twofold: first, and most importantly, Madison Ballet has grown; there’s an extra weekend of Nutcracker performances, and to carry that load for first time there are two sets of principals (Clara / Snow Queen / Sugarplum Fairy and her Nutcracker Cavalier).  It’s the ballerinas who count here.  One was Marguerite Luksik, who’s danced this role the last four or five years, and who I saw Saturday night, partnered by Jason Gomez.  The other is Shannon Quirk, partnered Sunday afternoon by Phillip Ollenburg.  This is Quirk’s third season with Madison Ballet, but her first in the principal part.
Second in the “what’s new” category are some costumes in Act II.  The plummy new Sugarplum wear is sleek and snazzy – very twenty-first century without treading on tradition at all.  And the new Waltz of the Fowers tutus are gorgeous, much more flower-like than the old ones with spring green bodices above pastel tulle in pink, peach, and hydrangea blue, hence “something blue.”
Less wondrous were the new Merliton costumes; the puffy-sleeved, long-skirted, candy-striped dresses fit the carnivalesque, Victorian ambience of Nut’s second act, but they looked heavy, made the dancers’ necks look short, and hid the complex legwork in what’s arguably the ballet’s longest, most difficult variation.
What’s borrowed was Drosselmeyer.  Actor Sam White, who’s been doing that part since, I think, 2008, was out with an injury – so the show appropriated Madison Ballet artistic director W. Earle Smith for the role.  Smith was oddly outfitted for the traditional, nineteenth-century look of this production in a 1970’s-style but appropriately plum-colored suit beneath the classic cape.  Though long retired from the stage Smith can dance up a storm, and he possesses considerable acting chops – but he downplayed the part.  It’s easy to understand why he chose to stay in the background, but it would have been fun to see him strut his stuff, amping up the magician’s malevolence. 
Beyond what’s old or new, there’s the matter of what’s timeless. There’s Tchaikovsky’s score, for one thing, sparkling in the hands of the Madison Chamber Orchestra under Maestro Andrew Sewell’s vibrant baton.  The dancing itself, and Smith’s choreography, are lovely and fun.  Yes, there were a few glitches.  The stage had a few slippery spots, but that’s old hat.  The Snow corps got off to a late start Saturday night, which threw off the timing for a few seconds.  But ballets, like the humans who make them happen, don’t need to be 100% perfect to be great.  
Among the divertissements, Spanish on Saturday night, danced by Warring and second-season apprentice Andrew Erickson, stood out; the pair waltzed and pirouetted and sailed cabrioles and tour jetés in tight, rhythmic unison with loads of ballon and brio español.  Also appealing was the slinky, golden-lit Arabian pas, with its sinuous, suggestive partnering and push-pull dynamic, both nights partnered by Cody Olsen.  Rachelle Butler (Saturday night) curled and unfurled around Olsen’s Pilates-buff body like liquid silk; Abigail Henninger’s flexibility and endless extensions on Sunday were striking.
But the best thing about Madison Ballet’s 2014 Nutcracker was the opportunity to witness the artistry of two sensational but very different ballerinas in the principal role, back to back.  In fact, though, each has two roles, which they swap in alternate performances – Clara / Snow Queen / Sugarplum one time, the Dewdrop the next.
The comparison is fascinating.  Luksik is audacious, elfin, fleet of foot; Quirk is elegant, long-limbed, swan-like, luxurious.  The choreography for both is the same, of course, but what’s vividly remembered the next day is a factor the dancers’ distinct styles.
Luksik as the Dewdrop     © Kat Stiennon 2014
Luksik’s energy crackles onstage.  In her Sugarplum variation Saturday her glittery feet stirred up imaginary fairy dust with a tricky little gargouillade; later she spun sixteen flawless fouettes into a triple pirouette. In the pas de deux she flung herself thrillingly into partnered arabesque, flipped a flirty attitude leg around Gomez, then swept deep into penché.  She ran across the stage, leaping onto his shoulder – like an exclamation point! – twice in a row. 
    As Dew Saturday night Quirk’s long-legged bourées were like those of a great, graceful bird.  The jetés she sailed across the stage came close to flight.  On Sunday in the enchanged land of snow she melted into sumptuous lifts, swirling into arabesques like a crystaline flake in the wind.  In the Sugarplum pas, a picture-perfect attitude followed by a fearless fish dive made the audience gasp. Then she lept, regal and victorious, onto Ollenburg’s shoulder, arms allongé, raised to the skies like exultant wings.   

Monday, November 17, 2014

Barroso en Cha Cha Cha, ¡Ay, Mama!



by Susan Kepecs
The great sonero mayor Abelardo Barroso was born in Havana in 1905 and died there in 1972 – 24 years before Afro-Cuban bandleader Juan de Marcos González brought the old soneros, who’d been more or less relegated to the dustbins of prerevoltionary history, to the attention of Ry Cooder and Nick Gold.  From this collaboration came the Buena Vista Social Club phenomenon at the end of the 1990s (http://www.buenavistasocialclub.com/).  Barroso missed the rebirth of Cuban son, but he was not forgotten by the Buena Vista musicians.  A song penned by another late great sonero, Ibrahim Ferrer – “Mi Musica Cubana,” for his second solo Buena Vista album, Buenos Hermanos (World Circuit, 2003) – tells it like it used to be.  The lyrics (they’re better in Spanish) go like this: “There are many who say they’re the real ones, but they forget the ones who got there first.  Of the many I know there’s only two names I’d say – one was Abelardo Barroso, the other Beny Moré.”
The Buena Vista craze faded away – Ferrer and too many other musicians who were part of the original BVSC group are gone – but leave it to Nick Gold to bring Barroso back to life as we head into 2015.  With permission from Cuba’s state-owned record label EGREM, where the original is archived, the old Buena Vista production team – Gold, superstar sound engineer Jerry Boys, and the World Circuit label – remastered Cha Cha Cha, starring Barroso with la Orquesta Sensación, led by percussionist Rolando Valdés and recorded in the mid-1950s on the prerevolutionary Cuban label Puchito.  I own a lot of EGREM reissues, which I love, but they’re pretty lo-fi.  Cha Cha Cha is something else entirely.  From 60-year old magnetic tape recordings stored all this time in the voracious heat and humidity of Cuba’s capital city, Boys has wrung miracles.  Cha Cha Cha features a wide range of tunes in its eponymous genre, plus a little somethin’ else.  And it aptly captures the remarkable versatility of Barroso’s voice. 
The advance copy I got has no liner notes, so I can’t talk about the rest of the lineup, but Cha Cha Cha is all about Barroso anyway. The great sonero possessed a style less silky than Ferrer’s, less urban and slick than Moré’s – and more nuanced than either.  Baptized “the Cuban Caruso,” Barroso plied his pipes with the best sextets and septets of the 1920s son boom.  Most famous among them were the Sexteto Habanero and the Septeto Nacional de Ignacio Piñero; you can get some reissues and compilations on CD.  In the ‘30s, Barroso co-led the Charanga López / Barroso with pianist Orestes López, whose brother, better known in the States, was the bass-playing mambo king Cachao. 
Charanga’s the key to Sensación’s sound.  Unlike the classic Havana-style son instrumentation you hear on the BVSC albums – guitars (including the distinctive trés cubano), percussion, bass, trumpet, piano – the first charanga orchestras played stately danzón, an early twentieth century Afro-Cuban genre that drank deeply from French influences.  Afro-French culture, of course, came at Cuba from both sides in the nineteenth century – New Orleans to the west, Haiti to the east.  Danzón was instrumental music, and charangas got their characteristic sound from violins, flutes and piano as well as bass and timbales.  In the 1930s, when Barroso teamed up with López, charangas, picking up the hot son trend, added vocalists – and so it was that the violin and flute sound persisted as Afro-Cuban music diversified.
As legend has it (one legend, anyway – there are multiple variations on this theme) Barroso’s career faded in the late ‘40s / early ‘50s, Havana’s Mafia heyday, when the money was on US-influenced big band mambo jazz.  Barroso was working in radio and in cabaret orchestras, playing percussion and sometimes singing a little – but as the story goes he had to make ends meet by working as a stevedore on the city’s docks.  And then violinist Enrique Jorrín, with the charanga outfit Orquesta América, started emphasizing the cha cha cha rhythm.  New charanga orchestras sprang up to carry the craze.  One fateful night in 1954 or ’55 the owner of Puchito records, Jesús Gorís, recognized Barroso playing congas at a cabaret.  At Beny Moré’s request Gorís invited the faded star to record with Rolando Valdés’ charanga, the Orquesta Sensación.
Barroso reveled in being returned to his rightful place in the universe, staking a boastful claim – “soy Abelardo Barroso!” – to almost every track on Cha Cha Cha. His first hit with Sensación – it was huge – was his signature song from the Sexteto Habanero days, “En Guantánamo.”  On Cha Cha Cha there’s a fast cha running beneath the son – you can dance on either beat, though the latter prevails. The tune reveals how nuanced Barroso’s voice was, even when he was pushing 50.  A few almost operatic notes throw the opening a little curve, and then he glides into that loping, old-fashioned sonero sound that’s as Cuban as cigars and sugarcane.
The second track on the album, “La Hija de Juan Simón,” was originally the title tune from a Spanish tear-jerker musical made into a 1935 film produced by Luis Buñuel.  Sensación does it as flamenco-cha; Barroso puts out a jaw-droppingly dramatic performance, exaggerating vowels and dropping consonants like a cantaor sevillano. 
“Tiene Sabor” has the double entendre lyrics and call-and response pattern of the son sub-genre guaracha – call it guaracha-cha.  The trés is prominent on this track, along with punchy violin / flute work
The danzón-cha “Yo ‘ta cansaa” is elegantly slow, with the cha-cha-cha definitively marked.  It’s a really sexy dance tune about an old man who’s too tired to go to work. There’s a lovely extended break in which Barroso lays out his list of complaints “my kidneys hurt!” – and each time, the chorus responds “he can’t work!” In a related vein there’s “Triste Lucha,” an Arsenio Rodríguez bolero-son that, in Sensación’s hands, melts across the imaginary danzón / son frontier.
“Bruca Manigua,” another Rodríguez tune, has been done by a lot of artists including Ferrer and Sierra Maestra, back in that band’s Juan de Marcos days.  Rodríguez, as Ned Sublette, your best English-language source on Cuban music by far (Cuba and its Music, Chicago Review Press 2004), points out, wrote this song about being a slave in the Afro-Spanish dialect of his grandfather’s generation.  Rodríguez called it a congo, but Sensación does it as son-cha with trumpets, fiddles, and mucho swing.
“Brujo en Guanabacoa” is pure cha cha cha, with lyrics about going to see a babalao – you know, a santería priest – in a Havana barrio famous for its santeros.  A little guaguancó coda wraps up the track, emphasizing the African-ness of this theme.
There’s a pair of pregones – songs taking their clues from the street criers in Latin America who sell newspapers, or fruit licuados, or well, peanuts.  One is “El Manisero” – the peanut vendor – that famous son-pregon written by Havana composer Moisés Simons in the late 1920s, done by everyone from Stan Kenton and (yikes!) Dean Martin to the Fania All-Stars.  Sensación does a really chewy son-cha take on this tune, more son than cha, irresistible pa’ bailar – and 110% Cuban, like everything on this album.
The other is “El Panquelero,” a pregon-cha almost surely composed by Barroso.  It’s a Manisero knockoff, but about pancakes, and the cha’s juicier here – I could dance to this one all night.
“Macorina” – written around 1930 by a Spanish poet residing in Havana about a mulatta who utterly scandalized that great city early in the twentieth century – was made famous by the late monarch of Mexican song Chavela Vargas, who sang it as a bolero at almost every concert she gave for half a century.  Vargas first recorded this tune in 1956 after a trip to Havana, but Sensación may have done it first, and theirs is guaracha-cha.
Barroso sang “El Guajiro de Cunagua” back in his Sexteto Habanero days, but Sensación slicked it up for the ‘50s as son montuno, with piano guajeos, flute but no cha, and guaguancó at the end.  Going deeper in the realm of rumba, “Mulata Rumbera” is guaguancó-cha (you can dance on either beat) that goes straight rumba three-fourths of the way through.  And “La Reina del Guaguancó” is rumba all the way – it belongs entirely to Barroso, the drums and the chorus. 
How’s that for an ample sample?  This is a big, rich album of Cuban music, and World Circuit debuts it – in typical Buena Vista style, with photos and notes (hopefully including the complete Sensación lineup) later this month.