Pieta, Milton Nascimento
Pieta is a new music from Milton, a music of love for his mother and the female voice and music in general,
and love I have for these multi-layered, multi-voiced, cyclical resolving narrative threaded gorgeously repetitive groove melodic songs to the anima, to love, to the Pieta, a symbol of ultimate love,
I love this music…
Pieta is a music of performance and playing, more than anything else I’ve heard this year (not much) even Snowborne Sorrow feels like collage and assemblage by comparison.
Well David has always had this ambiguity about his voice (like me) and being younger (like me), and from South London where you got a kicking for playing guitar, let alone singing ok South London let’s talk about you because according to reckonings that I am a musician therefore I ’love’ making music
the same goes for being from you my begrudging lover.
Being from you I am ’for’ you? I can’t remove you from within me can I?
you moribund grey singerless town (many came from you but there are few who will love you in public even as they love their music, few who willingly name you in the way that others will play up their hatred or love or ambiguous synthesis of both, for Newcastle, or East London, or Manchester) you town of Pissarro? or of Kureishi? Neither really, it’s a secret place, not sung.
Anyway perhaps England in general abandoned its folk music long ago, even John Peel did so eventually, or the music got too intertwined with business (another discussion), but Pieta, Brazil here is full of song, the lilting of tropicalismo and the street tambours the saber of Senegal, from far across the Atlantic.
Pieta reassured for me the mix of ’Elemental Red’, guitars, percussion, colours flashing, voices keening, coruscating above. Pieta, like a Brian Wilson dictum on pop, keeps your ear moving with event event event.
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