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Edery sings Yupanki Sefarad records, release date, 24 Jan, 2012 Review by Carolina Amoruso Gerard Edery has made a noble attempt, with his pedigree assured by the Manhattan School of Music and the operatic stage, to bestow Atahualpa Yupanqui upon a global audience. The Moroccan-born composer, vocalist and instrumentalist has embraced Don Ata’s mission to hallow his indigenous roots through the music he wrote and rendered with a sublime guitar and lofty voice. Edery pays homage to this adopted Inca son by reprising the chanting of tillers in the fields, the languid guitar melodies lamenting lost traditions, the pain of the Columbian Encounter and subjugation, the continued oppression of working people. A searcher, Edery has explored traditional music from near and far reaches worldwide. For him, the most succulent fruit of his forays has been that of the Argentinean troubadour, his “hero,” as he puts it in his own words. Edery sings Yupanqui is a eulogy, delivered with the utmost revere...

Nuestra amiga Carolina Amorouso comparte con nosotros sus impresiones sobre la musica de la cantante, poeta, activista e investigadora Chalena Vasquez, que hace no mucho nos ha regalado un ramillete de hermozas canciones. Yusyulpayki panikuna Chalena Vásquez’ Song Poems By Carolina Amoruso I’d very much like to meet Chalena Vásquez; I’d like to see if she’s the person I imagine her to be: reflective, wise and yet ingenuous, a woman both blessed and beset by barraging images and imaginings. I’d like to know how she became stellar without nurturing star quality, where she found the temerity to slip, unannounced, into my “hogar” of feelings. Her lyrics—or are they poems set to melody, seasoned with instrumental sound?—are studded with “love,” with “dreams,” “ternura,” with “flowers,” with a myriad of images from Nature. Kind of old fashioned. Trite, one might think. Don’t we all know about “dia” and “melodia,” of “piel” and “miel,” of “brisa” and “sonrisa?” But the everyday opens into a p...

Could There Be A More Fitting Ministra de Cultura? Susana Baca, her grace, appears in New York By Carolina Amoruso* How do you breathe a pristine freshness and a love for living into every note you sing, every smile you garland those around you with, every twirl of your skirt and every ground-embracing fall of your bare feet? Ask Susana Baca. She’ll tell you. Or maybe she won’t; her elegance, her mastery of song and stage and living are inbred; Susana Baca is one of the very few artistes who exude a genuine, innate, and ultimately inexplicable graciousness. We, her admirers at the casually fashionable City Winery in Soho last Sunday evening, basked in her graces for a too short, hour-plus set, spanning her repertoire of Afro-Peruvian standards, her own poetic ballads, and gentle, but not smooth, jazz, as she and her set—percussion, baby bass, guitar and violin— came into our living room. Or did we come into theirs? I’d missed the arrival of her latest relea...

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