da rosa

It was a lazy Saturday. The news cycle was slower than usual and I found myself enjoying the morning as it inched towards the afternoon only to fade into the early evening.

As I started to make dinner, Nunca Mais filled the room as my head started to nod in sync with the bass. Measure after measure, I was transported or was it teleported to the land of Verocai though I could make a credible case that it is now the land of da Rosa.

His recording gave a performance like rent was due. The instrumentation, the timbre, and arrangement gave the music substance as if he was reliving an old memory that he allowed you exclusive access to. And though I don’t speak Portuguese, I felt EVERY single word.

As it ended, I picked up the needle to play it once more and then again for good measure.

That’s how you know…

That’s how you know.