August 12, 2004
BlogCuba - A Likely Story
Rae of A Likely Story submitted the following piece for Blogcuba about one of - if not "the" - most important contributions Cuba has made to the world. Musica. It is said that most forms of modern music today evolved from afro-Cuban rythms in one way or another. And if you've ever heard the stuff, you might agree. Gracias Rae. Y ahora, a bailarrrrrrrr!
El Cuarto de Tula
Sometime during my first year of two-year therapy duration, I was challenged to come up with three things about my mother for which I was thankful. I was given one week. One week to think about 25 years of screw-ups and somehow excavate something positive. I felt like Angie in Pollyanna. I wanted no part of this little game. However, I did want to get past this roadblock in my life without traveling the dizzy detour over and over and over again. So, I thought.
It was exhausting. Between cleaning, playing, diapering, dealing with morning sickness, I tried. The more I exerted the more my efforts were frustrated. Then slowly, the specific memories came to me while I was picking up books, cooking, driving and listening to music. My love, no my hunger and thirsting for the arts and culture, my delight in the tastes, sounds, and sights of varying ethnicity's was given me by my mother.
We didn't eat roast beef unless we were at grandparents. When my mother did cook, it was loaded with spice and strange things. Scallions were chopped and thrown in a skillet; garlic was smashed, chopped, minced, boiled whole. Gazpacho; Crawfish; Tabouli; Paella; these were what was served from her kitchen.
The music wasn't just what came through the dial on pop stations. The hi-fi boasted Gershwin; Ricki Lee Jones; Louis Armstrong; Glenn Miller; Dizzy Gillespie; Jethro Tull; Bach; Keith Jarrett; John Lennon. So, when I was browsing the music section in a Barnes and Noble in 1997 and found the CD Ry Cooder both produced and played guitar for, Buena Vista Social Club, I had already been primed. I used the last $15 in my wallet and immediately purchased it. I didn't have a car CD player at the time and was so eager to listen to it, that I bypassed the other planned errands and went straight home. Now some may bristle at my calling Buena Vista Social Club Cubop, but for some Americans it was their first introduction to anything other than country or rock-n-roll. The closest many people came to anything from the island was Desi Arnaz as Ricky down at the club on "I Love Lucy" reruns.
Cubop claims many more famous people than the one idealized by the 50's audiences of rural America in the black and white box. Names like Mario Bauzá, Frank Grillo “Machito”, Arturo “Chico” O’Farrill, and Israel Lopez “Cachao." These men played both big band with Benny Goodman and Cab Calloway and the music of Havanna that fed their souls. These weren't only musicians, but composers and musical inventors creating the sensational Mambo. It has been said that when Chano Pazo joined the infamous Dizzy Gillespie and shared the secret rhythms of an African cult, he paid for it with his life.
Pre-embargo, the wealthy would slip off the Florida coast over to the island seeping with energy and sexuality. Sucking the beauty of the island down during the night, the disdained her by day. Their appetites whetted in many ways, they fell in love and when barred from satiating themselves in the Cuban culture, they went looking for it in other places.
Meanwhile, a generation more removed from the island was growing up in New York, experimenting with a new recipe that mixed Jazz, Soul, and Rock. They welcomed the experiences of those from other Caribbean islands and blended their contributions (The Bomba and Merengue) with lyrics of social conscience and content.
The 60's didn't just affect American culture. It added it's own spice to the swirling stew of Cubop. While the United States rollicked with civil rights issues, Latin Jazz was rollicking with the Brazilian Bossanova and Samba influences. In the 70's, Jazz Fusion came along and introduced the Brazilian percussionist. This coolness was welcomed by the years of Americans warmed by the "Cuban fire."
The most recognized name of Latin Jazz is that of Tito Puente. An energetic man with the world's most agile hands, he wore his crown as a purist yet optimistic King and has yet to be dethroned, even in death.
Today's artists, ride the wave perfected by the legends and are creating new giants of the genre, as well. (Arturo Sandoval and Francisco Aguabella are two of my personal favorites). The Smithsonian currently has a 12-city, five- year traveling exhibition across the United States and Caribbean that "explores the rhythms and traditions of Latin Jazz. Search the dates and find a venue. Take an afternoon and immerse yourself in the rich sultry music and history of Cubop. It'll put a dance in your step; a sexy, fiery step, so beware and be warned.
Oh, and I eventually made that list. It took longer to embrace her positive contributions as being reflective in who I am. But through it, I found out I like us both. And that's a good thing.
Thanks to Luis Moreno for his "A Brief History of Latin Jazz."
Posted by Val Prieto at August 12, 2004 12:39 PM
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