Monday, 26 May 2025

Travelling the World in Music , continued, An Iberian Interlude

As a Tgirl, if I were to look in the mirror ... shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? No, I'm old and tired and my head resembles a jeroboam of old 'firne' wine of poor provenance that is now uncorked and gushing never-ending verbiage all over this blog! The 'Travelling the World in Music' theme has been fun and helpful and continues. 

Although I do want to write seriously on a couple of themes - post SCJ sex, and a wider look at 'neurodiversity' and deviation from the statistical 'norm', I find the fizzing of the gushing verbiage renders my powers of concentration limited, so I'm returning to music. And here is a 'cold collation' to go with that old wine, based around memories of fado.

Praia de Luz, Portugal, 1972

 Fado is a form of music from Portugal, particularly Lisbon dating back to the early 19th C. It is music much associated with the concept of 'saudade' which has no direct English translation but is about yearning and while it would be easy for me to slip into bathos at this time, the music here doesn't take me there, instead it takes me fishing.

Midtown Marbella 1972

This story begins in Spain, not Portugal, in the early 1970's when, while on a trip to Andalucia, an ex-pat friend took me to a tiny bar behind what was then the small town of Marbella (!) where locals were gathering to listen a couple of guys playing flamenco guitar. I can't remember the music but the atmosphere was electrifying and I became an aficiando of flamenco. Around the same time, in the hope that what worked in Spain also worked in Portugal, I listened to some fado, but thought it rather dull in comparison.

 

View from the Alhambra 1971
 

 

A propos of nothing else in this post, Pauline and I had already had the luck to visit the Alhambra in Granada and that's where the music starts now, acknowledging Spain for getting me to fado, if not 'into' it, with Francisco Tárrega - Memories of Alhambra (also I like the music). A different bit of Spain appears shortly.

 

Praia de Luz, Portugal 1972

  All was quiet on the Iberian front for us for many years afterwards: Salazar's regime in Portugal finished and in Spain Franco died. Then one year we saw that Portuguese was being taught at Kent Adult Ed and we decided to sign up. Another member of the class then introduced us and the tutor to Mariza, who had released her first album. Her fado was not the fado that I remembered and had no time for, or perhaps my appreciation of the concept of saudade had grown. In the following years we saw Mariza in London, Brighton and Bruges. This is a concert, much later, in Lisbon and the song is*Maria Lisboa, describing the dress and manner of a fishwife (who is actually Lisbon city itself and the song a celebration of the city). (* The original link didn't work so I've renewed it).

From Frank Meadows Sutcliffe, Whitby

I couldn't find a suitable older picture of a fishwife from southern Europe, so have borrowed this one from the Frank Meadows Sutcliffe collection of Whitby. It is curious that Maria Lisboa and Molly Malone (Dublin) are considered emblems of their respective cities. Anyway, Maria Lisboa links directly to one of the fados I enjoy most, here performed by Cristina Branco - Meu amor é marinheiro (My love is a sailor). This song can also be found in Galician, by Fuxan Os Ventos - in a more sentimental version?

 

In the 2000's I spent some time in northern Spain, the autonomous region of Galicia - I wanted to visit Fisterra/Finisterre (it has always sounded so much more romantic than Land's End) and experience the Costa da Morte - the Coast of Death. The previous song, in its Portuguese and Galician versions highlights the connection of fado from Portugal to Galicia and reinforces the connection between saudade and the sea, and this continues, but after a further interlude.

The Galician scenery is good, although dominated in places by forests of Eucalypts, grown for pulping. Various routes of the Camino de Santago run through it and as Franco hated it, it remained one of the least developed regions of Spain. Galicia and Asturias are historically linked to the Celtic nations. This can be seen through hillforts in the regions and, possibly, a reverence for ancient Yew trees (that may be a fanciful idea of my own!) Some folk groups, particularly in Galicia, reflect on the Celtic link. The Leabhar Gabhála Éireann, known in English as The Book of Invasions, is an Irish collection of Christian-promulgated myths concerning the settlement in Ireland by the Milesians, who came over the sea from Iberia. To avoid wandering too much away from fado, here is music by Luar na Lubre together with a short story of the title of the tune, Leabhar Gabhála (Torre de Breoghán).

Back to fado - in parallel to enjoying that music, I had come across the music of Cape Verde (through the same loose link that I came across the Malian singer Rokia Traore - mentioned in the earlier 'music' post) and in my never-ending ignorance (rather than my verbiage) at the time I directly linked the type of song - morna - of Cape Verde with fado. It seems more than likely now that there is no direct link except a possible colonial one (even, perhaps, from an earlier African source and thence to Portugal). However, here is a link between sodade (CV) and saudade (Port. & Gal.) in this song Mar E Morada De Sodade which roughly translates as 'The sea is the home of sodade' by Cesária Évora, who we saw about 25 years ago in Bruges. By then she had given up smoking on stage, but still appeared barefoot with a large glass of whisky - she had a fabulous voice.

 
So, fishing? The UK/EU Reset has done the UK fishing fleet no favours. In the grander scheme of things, it can be seen as a pawn to be sacrificed for the greater access of UK agriculture to the EU, but the social cost of fishing across Europe is one every country should remember. The Costa da Morte was not so-named for no reason:

 

 

Just to finish ... 

Cesária Évora again, with cigarette and bare feet  ... Sodade

4 comments:

  1. Well I can say that the Nikki I met in St Just, a couple of weeks ago, certainly didn't seem old or tired, but lively and engaging and very attractive.
    I have no idea what an SCJ is, so I haven't got a clue about having sex after the event. I look forward to being enlightened on the subject. One thing that I do know all about is neurodiversity, being neurodiverse myself. So I am looking forward to reading your thoughts on it.

    I love the music of the Iberian Peninsula, so I enjoyed your writings and your links to the musical excerpts. I was very interested in the links between Galicia and the Celts of the British Isles, given my own Celtic heritage.

    The mention of Molly Malone reminded me of being in Dublin with my wife for my fortieth birthday. We asked a girl behind the bar for directions to St Stephen's Green. We were told cross the bridge and turn left, then turn right by the Tart With The Cart. Of course she meant the statue of Molly Malone.

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  2. I think I'm done now for a few days on music, it's surprising how long it took to summarise just 50 odd years of listening to Iberian music!
    SCJ sex ... what an idea, I'm sure the judges in the SC are too old for hankypanky!!! I fear it'll be a biologist's view on sex, gender and why that's where we need another reset. As for neurodiversity ... I will tread very carefully as it's likely to become the next flashpoint in identity issues and, again, my view is as a biologist.

    I'd never heard of the 'The Book of Invasions' until writing this piece and that gives me plenty to ponder - the Christians inventing a narrative for the existence of Gaels?

    I've never met the tart with a cart but I gather her bosoms are now untouchable!

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  3. I was going to suggest going on top to prevent worsening a sub clavicle joint problem, by avoiding having to bear weight. However I once had an scj sprain caused by coughing during a bout of bronchitis and sex was the last thing on my mind. As for the Supreme Idiots, I can imagine more than a few skeletons rattle around their cupboards
    I look forward to your actual thoughts on gender and biological sex. Especially from a biologists point of view. The Supreme Court didn't even take any medical advice on the matter hence they have been called medically illiterate by the BMA. I enjoyed our chat on the subject when we met a few weeks ago.

    It's been said there is an epidemic of neurodiversity. There isn't. It's just that it's now being understood and diagnosed better (NHS waiting lists notwithstanding) and so more people are added to the list. Is I was was diagnosed with dyslexia, dyscalcia and dyspraxia as a teenager. In my 30s I was found to have the slightest touch of cerebral palsy which was the result of a difficult birth. But it was wasn't until 2022 that I was diagnosed with Aspergers and ADHD. These are all real things that challenge me, and often frustrate me, but I have managed to get through life reasonably successfully without much need for help. Again I look forward to your thoughts, and if you need any insight into what it's like being neurodiverse then feel free to ask. I'm quite at ease and open about it. It's actually a fascinating subject.

    I'm going to look into the Book Of Invasions too as Celtic history, folklore and mythology fascinate me, as someone with a lot of brythonic and gaelic celt blood in my veins.

    Molly now has her own security to protect her modesty. There is an irony to that, given her after dusk profession ( Allegedly). I didn't feel moved to grope her. Nor any of the other bronze statues I have seen with the strangely glowing breasts. How did groping statues become a thing? My mind boggles.

    Feel free to drop into my blog for musical chat whenever you want.


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    1. SCJ sex!!! I never knew SCJ also stood for sub clavicle joint - we live and learn!!! Nikki xxx

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