quinta-feira, dezembro 20, 2007

Curioso artigo de 1901 sobre os Hotéis Portugueses



Cheapness of Portuguese Hotels, by C. Edwardes, in: Chambers's Journal - Sixth Series - Vol. IV. - Nº 202 - Oct. 12 1901 - W. & R. Chambers, Limited - London and Edinburgh


(Primeira Parte)


Portuguese hotels are interesting for the sake of the company one meets only in such cities as Lisbon, Oporto, and Coimbra. Elsewhere, and especially far from the railway, they appeal to the stranger for the very varied nature of their entertainment and the complete and constant amiability of the landlord or landlady. Alike in the towns and the country, they astonish by their cheapness; but in this particular it is the foreigner from a country the finances of which are in good condition who has best cause to congratulate himself. The native Portuguese has no gold to exchange into the national currency at a gain of 60 or 70 per cent. His income, such as it is, is paid in the State paper. An Englishman may, if he likes, receive the equivalent of a single sovereign in no fewer than eighty bank-notes of one hundred reis each. If he is wise he will prefer the golden quality in his pocket, changing his pound-pieces only when he must. He may feel confident that, in whatever part of the beautiful land he finds himself, there will be no difficulty in passing his gold.

In the city hotels of Portugal the prevailing characteristics are Spanish waiters from Galicia, a lavish table, weird and disturbing noises in the corridors at night, and a resident population of Brazilian guests. The cheapness, also, is a matter of course. You will be quite extravagant if your bill comes to five shillings a day. For the half of that you may easily get board and lodging in reputable houses, with two meals daily so charged with courses that the Anglo-Saxon conscience might well be shocked by the reflection that it is nothing less than robbery to eat more than half the menu. But it is not the fault of the Gallego waiters if you do not slight your conscience's promptings in this matter. Their seducing whispers and smiles in praise of the olla podrida, the matchless forest-fed veal, and the ingenious puddings of Portugal are enough to turn the scale in favour of appetite at the expense of conscience. When a Portuguese himself condescends to turn waiter, he conceives an instant heen loathing for his unassuming rivals from the North. "They know nothing, they learn nothing, and they work for next to nothing", was the sentence passed upon them for my information in one Portuguese house; but i knew better than to believe so splenetic a libel. The Gallego is industrious and thrifty; the fact that he carries his savings from Portugal into Spain is alone sufficient to explain why he is reviled in Portugal.

It is the fashion for Portuguese clocks to strike the hour twice over. Heaven only knows why, for certainly the people are not so keen about the profitable use of their time that they require to be reminded thus of its flight. The habit is apt to be irritating, especially in the night, when your bed (like enough a straw mattress and a bran pillow) chances to be near one of these monsters which dings its four-and-twenty strokes at midnight, with a pause between the dozens which merely stimulates expectation. If there are five clocks in the establishment, all with sonorous works (and the supposition is reasonable), they will of course differ widely, so that twenty-four may be striking, with intervals, during a maddening half-hour. You may happen to want to know badly which of the monsters is the least mendacious, and the bells at your bed-head communicate with two servents, one a Gallego and the other a Portuguese. In such a case ring for despised stranger without hesitation. He will be with you in a minute, fresh and smiling, though half-naked, and if he distrusts his own judgment about the clocks he will not mind saying so, and hasten to awake the landlord himself rather than that you should remain in doubt. I regret to add that his more conceited fellow-servent will more probably say whatever first comes to his tongue, more heedful of his own comfort than of your desires. Thus is the installation of the Gallego waiter in Portugal justified as that of the German-Swiss with us." - Continua

quarta-feira, novembro 28, 2007

11 ANOS DE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE


No passado dia 24 de Novembro de 2007 a peça de teatro As Obras Completas de William Shakespeare em 97 minutos - (The Complete Works Of William Shakespeare - Abridged) de Daniel Singer, Adam Long, Jess Borgeson - comemorou o seu 11º ano (consecutivos) em cena.
Para os mais distraídos, isto é notícia. É inédito, em Portugal. É, acima de tudo, uma vitória da Companhia Teatral do Chiado e da própria comédia (considerada como uma género menor em Portugal; a provar isto mesmo está a afirmação do encenador João Lourenço, no dia 24 de Outubro de 2006 no Teatro Nacional D. Maria II: "A palavra Comédia, a mim, provoca-me arrepios."

Estreou a 24 de Novembro de 1996, em Portimão. Desde então, com casas sempre cheias (esgotadas mesmo) tem percorrido o país, contabilizando já cerca de 136 digressões e 1.141 representações até à data. Número total de espectadores: 175.993.

Nestes onze anos, o espectáculo contou já com 5 elencos (4 vá, porque o quinto voltou ao original – fechar do ciclo?!). Foram eles:

1º elenco (1996 - 1999): João Carracedo, Manuel Mendes e Simão Rubim;
2º elenco (1999 - 2000): João Carracedo, Simão Rubim e Vitor d´Andrade;
3º elenco (2000 - 2001): João Carracedo, Pedro Tavares e Simão Rubim;
4º elenco (2001 - 2002): Carlos Pereira, Miguel Fonseca e Simão Rubim;
5º elenco (2002 - até hoje): João Carracedo, Manuel Mendes e Simão Rubim

Muitos questionam-se qual a razão que leva uma peça de teatro, em Portugal, ter esta longevidade.

Juvenal Garcês, encenador, director e co-fundador da Companhia Teatral do Chiado, adianta que o segredo está no próprio Shakespeare.

É verdade. Mas há muito mais (como ele próprio reconhece).

Há o excelente elenco. Três actores de uma energia contagiante, com óptimos registos de comédia, sempre prontos a desafiar o público e o seu próprio papel e texto.

Há o texto. Uma súmula cómicamente séria que revisita todas as obras do dramaturgo inglês (que é para os que não sabem, o Gil Vicente dos ingleses), incluindo os sonetos.

Há o cenário. Duas entradas encimadas pelo nome TEATRO DO GLOBO, com muitas estrelinhas. Simples e altamente eficaz.

Há os adereços. Muitas cabeleiras, espadas, coroas, corpos e decapitados, ratinhos, taças, fantasmas e iguarias do melhor (a melhor cabeça de empadão humano).

Há a música. De época no início, passando por um rap e uns falsetes de uma rapariga doida que não pára de andar aos saltos.

Há o público. Participativo, voluntarioso e sempre pronto a ajudar o amigo a subir ao palco.

Mas há acima de tudo o respeito e o gosto genuíno pelo teatro, apanágio da Companhia Teatral do Chiado, do seu director e restante staff (actores, bilheteira, técnicos, contra-regras, produtores, tradutores...).

Neste texto não posso, contudo, deixar umas linhas particulares a Simão Rubim. A levar este barco durante 11 anos sem nunca se afundar, brindando-nos no final de cada actuação com uma outra actuação. Desta feita apenas dele. Só em palco, uma peça dentro do final da peça. Mais de meia hora de uma genial improvisação, de um discurso agitador para realidades actuais diversas, de puro entretenimento que só um brilhante actor seria capaz de o idealizar e ousar realizar. E é aqui que me comovo sempre. Não pela amizade que por ele tenho (que é inesgotável) mas porque naqueles poucos mais de 30 minutos me apercebo do verdadeiro sentido do teatro, da extraordinária morfina que as tábuas de um palco são. É ali que eu imagino Mário Viegas e Juvenal Garcês, lado a lado, a rir do amigo e do verdadeiro sentido da vida.

Não desejo mais onze anos de Shakespeare mas, pelo menos, mais onze séculos de Teatro.

domingo, novembro 25, 2007

Simone de Oliveira no Teatro da Malaposta



No ano em que comemora os 50 anos de carreira, e a poucos meses de completar 70 anos de vida, Simone de Oliveira brindou-nos com mais um concerto, revisitando os grandes êxitos da sua longa carreira e partilhando diversas (e divertidas) histórias passadas no mundo do espectáculo em Portugal.

Apenas acompanhada pelo piano (EXCEPCIONAL) de Nuno Feist, pelo palco desfilaram grandes temas como Tango Ribeirinho, Esta Palavra Saudade, Visita de Camarim, Desfolhada à Portuguesa, No Teu Poema, No País do Eça de Queirós e o sempre aguardado (por mim) A Noite e a Rosa, entre outros.

Detentora de uma voz grave mas bela, Simone de Oliveira está exímia na arte de interpretação dos temas que canta e possuí uma admirável e fascinante sensualidade em palco. A comoção de quem vê Simone em palco é incontrolável e só lá, nas "tábuas" do Palco, na força das palavras que canta, nos gestos com que encena a sua interpretação musical se percebe a genialidade e a veracidade das suas actuações e a razão de ser de uma carreira longa e merecida.

E Simone é uma comunicadora por excelência. Por diversas vezes levou a plateia cheia do Teatro da Malaposta às gargalhadas e, consequentemente, às palmas. Houve interacção saudável entre Simone e o seu público, ou o espectáculo não se chamasse "Intimidades".

Entre cada actuação uma ou outra história do persurso artístico de Simone, sempre recordando os grandes nomes de referência da sua vida. Varela Silva, José Carlos Ary dos Santos, Armando Cortês e Nicolau Breyner foram alguns dos amigos referidos.

Resumindo, o concerto da noite passada no Teatro da Malaposta serviu para mostrar que Simone de Oliveira está bem e recomenda-se (muito). Considero um privilégio ainda poder assistir e emocionar-me com um nome maior da música e do espectáculo em Portugal. Simone de Oliveira - a quem o tema da morte foi sendo recorrentemente falado ao longo do espectáculo - garante que ainda tem muito para dar e não mostra - felizmente - sinais de abrandamento. A comprovar isto mesmo estão as diversas digressões agendadas para o seu espectáculo "Conversas de Camarim", com Victor de Sousa, a rodagem da telenovela Vila Faia e - ATENÇÃO ATENÇÃO (rufo de tambor)... o espectáculo comemorativo dos 50 ANOS DE CARREIRA NO COLISEU DE LISBOA NO DIA 25 DE FEVEREIRO DE 2008.

A Simone de Oliveira só me resta dizer um MUITO OBRIGADO por mais uma inesquecível noite que me proporcionou, por partilhar a sua música, os seus poetas (aí a Noite e a Rosa...) e as suas histórias.

quinta-feira, novembro 15, 2007

A Bíblia - Toda a Palavra de Deus (Sintetizada)

A Bíblia – Toda a Palavra de Deus (Sintetizada), é a mais recente produção teatral do Teatro-Estúdio Mário Viegas, com encenação, uma vez mais, de Juvenal Garcês. A interpretação está a cabo de João Craveiro, Tobias Monteiro (ambos presentes também na peça As Vampiras Lésbicas de Sodoma, em cena aos Domingos, pelas 21 horas) e Paulo Duarte Ribeiro.
A tradução ficou a cabo de Célia Mendes (tradutora, entre outras, das Obras Completas de William Shakespeare em 97 minutos, em cena há 11 anos, e que pode ser (re)vista Segundas e Terças às 21 horas) e os figurinos estiveram a cabo de Ana Brum.

Os autores? Os mesmos das Obras Completas de William Shakespeare em 97 minutos.

Mais uma vez a Companhia Teatral do Chiado mostrou que é mestre na arte da comédia em Portugal (que outro teatro em Portugal tem, simultaneamente, três peças em cena e todas comédias?), perpetuando assim o espírito e, arrisco-me a dizê-lo, a vontade de Mário Viegas.

Espectáculo em dois actos, onde no primeiro desfilam - num ritmo alucinante e muito muito musical - os principais acontecimento do Antigo Testamento e, no segundo acto, os do Novo Testamento.

Juvenal Garcês poderia ter caído em banalidades de graças fáceis e ofensivas na concepção do espectáculo. Mas o que se nos depara é o contrário. Um humor altamente inteligente, subtil, que tem por trás um trabalho de leitura, pesquisa e discussão de alguns dos mais importantes episódios bíblicos... sempre com muita, mas mesmo muita graça.

Os três actores (que têm também um outro espectáculo, que esteve já em cena no Teatro-Estúdio Mário Viegas – Lost In Space (Perdidos no Espaço)) compõem um só corpo (uma Santíssima Trindade que resulta numa unidade perfeita) em palco. Estão os três numa perfeita sintonia quer em talento de representação, quer no à-vontade da improvisação ou na estruturação das graças, que nos deixam num estado de Graça total.

De entre todos os episódios apresentados durante o espectáculo, saliento – mas é discutível – o Rei Mago e a Maria de João Craveiro (Eu gosto mesmo é de rir... gosto de rir...), o Anjinho Gabriel (ou Gabi para os amigos) - com as suas asas hand-made pela Joana de Vasconcellos - e a Rainha Tia de Paulo Duarte Ribeiro, o Jesus e o Abrão de Tobias Monteiro.

A cena do David e Golias é algo de GENIAL.

De quando em quando uma notável selecção musical acompanha o espectáculo, onde os próprios actores entoam temas bíblicos (grande voz a de Paulo Duarte Ribeiro... a imitação da Cátia Moita é extraordinária) e onde podemos deleitar-nos auditivamente com as composições melodiosas escritas e tocadas por João Craveiro num órgão.

A última palavra deve ir para Ana Brum que construiu todo um corpo de adereços e figurinos divertidíssimos e que resultam na perfeição. O que são aquelas roupas dos Reis Magos???!!! Muito bom.
A Árvore da Vida (ou do Conhecimento) é figura central e permanente ao longo da peça. A Ana Brum a sua criadora.

Resumindo, se quer um espectáculo excitante como a Eva, imprevisível como o Adão e desconcertante como a Serpente, tem de ver A BÍBLIA – TODA A PALAVRA DE DEUS (SINTETIZADA). Três horas de humor puro e duro, inteligente e incisivo. Três horas de muita e boa música. Três horas em que Deus e o Diabo sentam-se lado a lado e riem... muito... porque eles gostam mesmo é de rir... é como eu.... gosto de rir.

E vocês sabiam que um dia podem ser pombos mas no outro dia podem ser estátua? Reflictam.

Ah... há interacção com o público.

Parabéns CTC, João, Tobias e Paulo, Juvenal, Ana, Marta (o João), técnicos, Célia e todos os Santos e Santas.

Amén... ou à Mãe...


A Bíblia – Toda a Palavra de Deus (Sintetizada) – Teatro-Estúdio Mário Viegas – de Quinta a Sábado, 21 horas.

Simone de Oliveira ao Vivo no Teatro da Malaposta

Simone de Oliveira apresenta-se, dia 24 de Novembro de 2007, pelas 21 e 30, no Teatro da Malaposta, acompanhada apenas por Nuno Feist ao piano (espectáculo no formato do disco "Ao Vivo no Hotel Altis", que se apresenta no post em baixo). Lembro-vos que Simone de Oliveira comemora este ano os 50 anos de Carreira. Vamos todos à Malaposta dar-lhe os parabéns.

Passos que tiveram importância no caminho de Simone de Oliveira


Centro de Preparação de Artistas da Rádio


1º Festival da Canção/Cinema Império


Muitos Serões para Trabalhadores


Primeiro Disco


Televisão/em muitos e diversos programas


Festivais da canção/por este país fora e na R.T.P.


Digressão por África, Açores e Madeira


Estreia em Teatro/”Lisboa à Noite” – Teatro Avenida


Eurovisão Nápoles – “Sol de Inverno”


1º Festival Internacional do Brasil – Rio de Janeiro


Gala Sporting Club de Monte Carlo


Venezuela/espectáculos e televisão


Muitos Festivais da Figueira da Foz


Teatro Monumental – “Esta Lisboa Que Eu Amo”


Paris, Olympia - espectáculos com Amália, Carlos Paredes e outros


Teatro, Para além de várias revistas:


“O Contrato” – Variedades


“A Menina Alice e o Inspector” – Capitólio


“Gaiola das Loucas” – Villaret


“A Tragédia da Rua das Flores” – Maria Matos


Londres , Victoria Palace Concert


Digressões – Estados Unidos, Canadá, França, Alemanha


Casino do Estoril


Rádio: locução e produção


Colaboração jornalística


Argentina/Festival OTI – “Á Tua Espera”


Cinema – “Cântico Final” de Virgílio Ferreira, filme de Manuel Guimarães


Televisão (para lá das cantigas):


“Gente Fina É Outra Coisa” – Edipim


“Piano Bar” – R.T.P.


72 títulos discográficos


Vários prémios:


Imprensa, Popularidade, Interpretação e Pozal Domingues

Music-Hall:


“Passa Por Mim no Rossio” – Teatro Nacional D. Maria II


“Algumas Canções do Meu Caminho” _ Teatro Nacional D. Maria II


“Maldita Cocaína” – Teatro Politeama


Telenovelas


“Roseira Brava” – NBP


“Vidas de Sal” – NBP


“Filhos do Vento” - NBP


“Senhora das Águas – NBP


CD “Simone Me Confesso” – Aula Magna


1997 – Grande Oficial da Ordem do Infante D. Henrique


“Lado a Lado” – 13 Espectáculos no Fórum Lisboa


1998 - “Cantigas de Amar Portugal” – Espectáculo em Niterói representando a C.M.Lisboa


1998 - “Café Lisboa” – RTP Internacional


“Se a Manhã Se Despenteia” – Programa Diário – Antena UM


“Olhos nos Olhos” – Programa Semanal – Antena Um


2000 - “Querido Professor” – Endemol – SIC


2000 - “Marlene Dietrich” – Teatro da Seiva Trupe - Porto


Convidada de Inúmeros Programas


2003 – “Kantigamente” – Comemoração dos 45 Anos de carreira


2003 - Musicais Simone - RTP


2003 – Casino Estoril – Espectáculo Intimidades


2003 – Fórum do Seixal – 2 Espectáculos com gravação de DVD/CD


2003 – “Um País Chamado Simone” – Autor: Nuno Trinta de Sá, Editora Garrido


2003 – “Alma Mahler” – Convento dos Inglesinhos. Peça de Teatro Austríaca


2003 – Encontro Marcado com Simone na SIC Mulher


2003 – “Nunca Ninguém Sabe – A Batalha contra o Cancro” – livro, Editora D. Quixote, autora: Simone de Oliveira


2004 – SIC Mulher – Encontro Marcado


2004 – “Marlene” – Peça de Teatro encenada por Carlos Quintas, com a participação de Amélia Videira, Mafalda Drummond e Nuno Feist, - Cinema Mundial


Convidada de Inúmeros Programas


2005 – “Marlene” digressão por todo o país


2006 – “Tu e Eu” – Telenovela da TVI, personagem Raquel


2006 – “Conversas de Camarim” – Espectáculo com Vítor de Sousa e Nuno Feist

domingo, setembro 30, 2007

Simone de Oliveira no Hotel Altis - Parte I e Parte II... finalmente




Resolvi deixar aqui no blog a primeira parte de um mágico concerto dado por Simone de Oliveira no inicio da década de 80, no Hotel Altis, em Lisboa. A acompanhá-la apenas um piano.

Este Simone Ao Vivo No Hotel Altis (LP, Alvorada, 1981), é o primeiro concerto gravado em disco da cantora... e que ainda não conhece edição em CD.

Das inúmeras faixas que este álbum possui saliento: "Sete Letras", "No Teu Poema", "Não me vais deixar" (versão absolutamente genial do célebre "Ne me quitte pas" de Jacques Brel, numa tradução exemplar de David Mourão-Ferreira), "Poema 8", "Visita de Camarim" e a mais bela música (na minha opinião) da carreira de Simone de Oliveira - "A Rosa e a Noite" de Vasco de Lima Couto... mas, para estas últimas, terão de esperar pela Parte II do concerto.

A gravação foi feita originalmente de um disco vinil para um CD sem qualquer tipo de tratamento. Assim sendo, a qualidade não é a que gostaria mas serve para que se aperceba da genialidade deste concerto, da capacidade vocal que Simone de Oliveira tinha (e que ainda tem), do luxuoso reportório e da imbecilidade ou estupidez das editoras de ainda não terem - repito - ter posto no mercado este concerto em CD.

De qualquer forma estou a tentar arranjar uma maneira de fazer uma cópia melhorada deste mesmo concerto. Assim que a tiver, substituirei.

Até lá... ENJOY... mesmo com a "batata frita" e alguma distorção.



E aqui está a parte 2 de Simone ao Vivo no Hotel Altis. Se a primeira parte surpreende, então esta segunda é de chorar por mais... mais não seja porque termina com um belíssimo poema de Vasco de Lima Couto - A Noite e a Rosa - que, reafirmo, é a cereja em cima do bolo de toda a carreira de Simone de Oliveira. Espero que apreciem tanto quanto eu esta pérola da música portugues.

quinta-feira, setembro 13, 2007

Teatro: A Bíblia - Toda a Palavra de Deus (Sintetizada) - Teatro Estúdio Mário Viegas

A nova encenação de Juvenal Garcês a ver no Teatro Estúdio Mário Viegas, a partir de 20 de Setembro - Quinta, Sexta e Sábado às 21 h.

domingo, setembro 09, 2007

quinta-feira, setembro 06, 2007

Artigo do "The Independent" - Edição Online



Madonna: For the first time, her friends and lovers speak out
How did a destitute dance student become the princess of pop?
By Lucy O'Brien

She wasn't an overly charismatic personality. You'd never have guessed she'd become a world famous pop star. That's why it was so surprising to many of us when she became big. I remember going to the store and seeing her face on an album. I thought, 'Oh my God, that's her. I don't believe it!' Everyone was very shocked. How did she get to be there?" says Wyn Cooper, one of Madonna's former boyfriends and, in 1972, director of the first film she ever starred in, aged 14 – a short Super 8 student movie that featured her with a fried egg on her stomach.

"She was a little bit aloof. She took herself more seriously than most of us did at that age. She was a cheerleader, so that put her into the jock category, but she was also a free spirit and a thinker, so that made her more of a freak. She read more than your average high-school student," says Cooper, now a poet living in Vermont. He met Madonna when she was 14 and had just started at Adams High in their home town of Rochester, an affluent rural suburb just north of Detroit. He was in the year above, and quite struck by her. "I remember thinking, there's an interesting, pretty girl. She seemed kind of shy. We developed a friendship and hung out. I had a Mercury Capri with an eight-track tape player. Madonna and I would hop in the car, drive around and listen to [David Bowie's album] Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars while enjoying a little marijuana."

It is stories like these that fascinated me when I was writing a biography of Madonna. Having written books about Dusty Springfield, Annie Lennox, and a history of women in popular music, I was keen to get to the heart of one of our greatest living pop icons. I wanted to find out what really motivated her, how she had managed to achieve such extraordinary success – and in so doing, spoke to people close to her who've never spoken before. An intriguing picture emerged.

Madonna is the highest-earning female singer of all time, but contrary to the myth of the feisty alpha-female who danced her way to stardom, Madonna's early years show a complex personality and a more chequered path to success. Traumatised by the early death of her mother (who died of cancer when Madonna was five), she channelled her feelings of loss into a restless search for love and recognition. Madonna's primary means of expression was dance: "The thing that stood out was how well she could dance," recalls Cooper. "Everyone would get out of the way and watch her. She combined The Temptations with little syncopated routines, a cross between that and modern dance and Broadway musical. Her thing was a real mish-mash, but it worked."

Dance was a form of escapism. The eldest girl in a family of eight children, Madonna found home life difficult. Her father Tony Ciccone, a defence engineer for General Dynamics, worked long hours, and she didn't get on with her stepmother Joan. Required to change nappies and help with chores, Madonna doesn't recall this period as being much fun. "I resented it, because when all my friends were out playing, I felt like I had all these adult responsibilities... I saw myself as the quintessential Cinderella," she said.

Achievement and approval were important to her, but she also cultivated a rich inner life, and at 16 Madonna took a sudden left turn, drifting away from the school "jocks" to ballet, bohemianism and existentialism. "There was a real transformation," recalls former schoolfriend Kim Drayton. "In the sophomore year she was a cheerleader with smiles on her face and long hair; very attractive; then by her senior year she had short hair. She was in the thespian society, and she didn't shave her legs anymore, you know, like all of us did, and she didn't shave her armpits. Everyone was like, 'Oh, what happened to her?'."

Madonna, the stage persona, was an invention, a powerful projection fed by a childhood diet of Hollywood films, Broadway musicals and offbeat poetry. It was as if this fermented inside her for years until she found the right outlet. As soon as she started ballet with Christopher Flynn, a charismatic, gay dance teacher who ran classes in Rochester, Madonna's life took off. He encouraged her interest in the arts, taking her to concerts, art galleries and gay clubs in Detroit. "Madonna was a blank page, believe me, and she wanted desperately to be filled in," he once said.

Madonna's escapades in Detroit marked her out from her schoolmates. The race riots in 1967 had left the area in turmoil. Car manufacturing industries were beginning to pull out, and there were strong social divisions. " Detroit was a ' no-go area in the Seventies," recalls Drayton. " Back then, it was 'black people live in Detroit and you don't go there, you don't mix with those kind of people'. My grandparents lived in Woodward Avenue, at Nine Mile, and you were never allowed to go to Eight Mile. You know, Eminem's Eight Mile. That was the dividing line between white and black, between right or wrong."

Despite the prejudice that divided the city there was a rich musical cross pollination which later influenced Madonna's sound. Right back to her early childhood in the working class suburb of Pontiac, she had a strong interest in black style. She remembered dancing in backyards to Motown 45s with her black girlfriends. This later fuelled her dance-orientated pop music, and gave her the edge.

Madonna was still at school when she made her trips to Detroit gay clubs. In the early 1970s gay culture was taboo. "Just leaving Rochester, our safe little haven, and to see the world in Detroit's eyes, would be so different," says Drayton. For a Catholic girl raised in stultifying suburbia, the gay underground represented freedom and release.

"In school I felt like such a misfit ... I kept seeing myself through macho heterosexual eyes. Because I was a really aggressive woman, guys thought of me as a really strange girl. I didn't add up for them. I felt inadequate," Madonna told the US gay and lesbian magazine The Advocate in 1991. "And suddenly when I went to the gay club, I didn't feel that way any more. I had a whole new sense of myself."

In the mid-1970s, it was a subculture that was pre-Aids, yet buoyed up by Gay Liberation campaigns. In its hedonistic pursuit of pleasure there was a theatricality that captivated her and became one of her key reference points.

The main club that Flynn took Madonna to was Menjo's. Originally a ritzy supper club where Al Capone used to take his mistress, it opened as one of Detroit's premier gay night spots in December 1974. "It was the hottest dance club in the city. We were open seven days a week from noon to 2am, and there were always people waiting in line," recalls one of the co-founders, Randy Frank. "Madonna used to come here and act all crazy and giddy and dance around. She was the centre of attention. She didn't drink, she was just the life of the party. She was a cool chick. She had beautiful eyes. I remember her eyes – God, they were beautiful." She has described herself as a "gay man trapped in a woman's body" , motivated by the Hollywood sirens of high camp. At Menjo's she also discovered her yen for sexual freedom and experimentation.

Combining a driving energy with judicious application, Madonna won a dance scholarship to the University of Michigan in 1976. "She was a product of her environment," says Brian McCollum from the Detroit Free Press newspaper. "I've heard people say here, 'I knew a Madonna in high school. I knew somebody who had that personality and that attitude and that vibe." Madonna was to take the work ethic of Detroit and apply it to her showbusiness career. Detroit turned out many self-motivators because, according to songwriter Gardner Cole, a native from the area: "There was nothing to do. The winters are so brutally long there, unless you're into snow-mobiling or ice-fishing there's nothing to do but stay indoors. We called it 'wood-shedding'. Like if you were into music, you'd go into a room and keep playing and playing."

At university Madonna learned about Martha Graham, the "Picasso of modern dance", and Alvin Ailey, a black choreographer from Texas who combined ballet with African tribal dance. When she later went on to tear up those dancefloors in New York, Madonna wasn't doing the latest disco shuffle. She was a whirling dervish of all her influences: "I was Twyla Tharp, I was Alvin Ailey, I was Michael Jackson. I didn't care, I was free," she said. In her stage shows she was to return again and again to those sources of inspiration.

Impatient to get to "the centre of everything", in 1978 Madonna dropped out halfway through her course and went to New York. She scraped a living as a dancer and an artists' model before playing drums in a ska/pop band The Breakfast Club. By 1980 she had branched out to form her own act with boyfriend Steve Bray (later a producer on albums like True Blue and Like A Prayer). Despite this bold move, Madonna was floundering. She was living on her wits, relying on favours from friends and had no fixed address. After she became famous, Andy Warhol wrote in his diary: " Keith (Haring) said that when Madonna was sleeping on his couch, the stories he could write about people she had sex with..." And Bray remarked that being Madonna's boyfriend was a difficult job: "Some people are very upfront and some are like, 'You'll find out eventually you're not my boyfriend and that I'm seeing 12 other people.' That was more her approach. I learned not to count on her in that department."

Though desperate to make it, Madonna hadn't evolved a distinctive style. She was yet to come into her own as a songwriter. She sensed she needed a strong professional eye, someone to help her focus. And that person was Camille Barbone, who owned Gotham Records, the only recording studio in the Music Building where Madonna rehearsed. Madonna persuaded Barbone to come to a concert ( "She was very flirtatious. She knew I was a gay woman," says Barbone), and the latter was "blown away. She sparkled, in a very street way. Not fairy nymphette. It was hard and guttural and in your face. She very much typified the New York music scene."

Barbone became Madonna's manager, moved her into a new apartment and gave her a $100 a week salary. "Madonna had so much peripheral trash going on just to get what she needed to do her job. She was a street-savvy kid who'd pick up someone to go home with if she was hungry and needed a meal. That's how she survived. She was living in a hovel in a dangerous part of town. I wanted to give her a safe haven, because in a lot of ways she seemed wounded."

As a result, Barbone and the musicians she hired to play with Madonna became a surrogate family. They would joke and call her the Kid. "Did somebody feed the Kid today? She get's real grouchy if she doesn't eat."

Although Madonna likes to imply that she's always been a woman in control, much of her life in those early days was chaotic. Camille found herself taking charge of Madonna's ' dental appointments, cleaning up after her, and being on call during the night. "She'd call me at four in the morning, 'I can't sleep.' She'd show up at my door, 'Take me to a movie.' If she was hungry, I'd get her something to eat. I had to drive her around after a gig just to get her tired. She didn't want to miss anything."

Barbone and Madonna made a formidable team. It is interesting that it took a woman to see Madonna's real potential. "I was one of the few female managers around in a totally male industry. Men looked at Madonna as someone they wanted to bed as opposed to sign. My whole vibe in managing her was, 'You don't have to do that anymore. Let's do it based on the fact that you have a unique personality, you're an artist and you have so much to offer'," says Barbone. "I brought her into the mainstream music business in a way that she didn't have to fuck for it. I brought her credibility. Word got around that someone was investing money in her, someone with a studio and contacts. As a result, within the industry, they began to take her seriously too. "

Barbone knew it was important to surround Madonna with strong musical collaborators. "If you gave this one the tools, she used 'em. She'd milk the musicians' brains. They'd rehearse four times a week, and they went on stage tighter than hell."

Madonna was the first of a new breed of 1980s female artists; fusing punk attitude with a cartoon sexuality, and taking it a step further into the pop mainstream. "My role models were people like Debbie Harry and Chrissie Hynde. Strong, independent women who wrote their own music and evolved on their own," Madonna said. "They gave me courage."

Even though she had hip New York devotees, when she started out Madonna mainly attracted an enthusiastic crowd of teenage girls. They were responding to an honest, flesh-and-blood woman rather than some remote goddess. "Her hair was brown, all spiked up, and she wore the crucifix and accessories. She was a little plump, she wasn't chiselled in the way she became later," says her then-guitarist Jon Gordon. Barbone remembers that the female fans were the key to Madonna's initial breakthrough. Girls started to imitate her, wearing a scarf in the same way, fishnet stockings with pumps, errant costume jewellry, or paint-splattered chinos. "They wanted to be like her because she was the free spirit in their minds. They admired what she was possessed by."

Madonna recorded a demo, but when a deal failed to materialise, Barbone was unceremoniously dumped. The aspiring star was 24 years old, and already felt that life was passing her by. Barbone then felt hugely betrayed, but is philosophical now. "I didn't have enough juice to get her to the next level," she says simply. After leaving Barbone, Madonna was back to decrepit rehearsal studios and hustling for a deal. By this time, though, she had gained valuable live experience and had a vibrant network of clubbing friends and industry contacts. She went to the centre of alternative New York nightlife, which was focused first on the Mudd Club, and then on The Danceteria, a four-floor club located on 21st Street. It was here that she met Mark Kamins, party DJ for Talking Heads, and a roving A& R man for Island Records. When the Danceteria opened, he was there with cult British DJ Shaun Cassette, with a playlist from the Pop Group to James Brown, Grace Jones and Kraftwerk.

"New York was so musically creative then," Kamins says. "The late 1970s was a very bad time. The Bronx was burning. There was no work. We were political, but there was nothing to motivate us other than music. There were no rules. Musically everybody experimented and wanted to try something new. The Danceteria was a very special place, like Warhol's Factory." Sade worked behind the bar, Keith Haring and the Beastie Boys were bus-boys, LL Cool J was the lift operator.

"It was one of those places where we lived. When the club closed, Keith went to the subway and painted his little figures until we opened the club at noon and started cleaning. He lived at the Danceteria, we all lived there. It was more than a club. Everybody there was doin' something."

To many of the "in-crowd" Madonna was outré. "She seemed like this girl from out-of-state who wasn't totally in the know yet," said artist Futura 500, while another Danceteria regular claimed: " She'd do outrageously stupid things. Like there was a girl who worked at the Danceteria who had a really striking style and wore her hair a certain way. One day Madonna came in with her hair cut and dyed the exact same way. We'd say, 'Is she nuts?' She says she ate out of trash cans, that she felt lonely – there was no reason to feel lonely, it was such a supportive scene, it was a community, but Madonna was so competitive!"

Madonna wasn't totally accepted by the downtown crowd, but she didn't care. She was happy just to soak up the creative energy. One night she approached Kamins' DJ booth with a demo of "Everybody", a song she'd been working on with Steve Bray, "I threw it on the cassette," says Kamins, "and it worked." He shrugs his shoulders. "I'm not sayin' the place went crazy, but it worked." Madonna became his girlfriend, and they moved into a small lat on the Upper East Side. "We had no money and we were sleeping on milk crates. She wasn't a home-maker," he remembered. "To Madonna, a boy friend was secondary to her career." Via Kamins, Madonna was offered a $15,000 two-singles deal by Sire Records – nothing spectacular – but it gave her the opportunity she'd dreamed of.

The recording session for "Everybody" took place in the summer of 1982 in Blank Tape studios. "Everybody" combines Madonna's irrepressible treble with locked-down bass and drums. It was a song that Fab Five Freddy from Grandmaster Flash said he heard on a boom box hauled down the street by two Puerto Rican teenagers. It was hip. The track sets the blueprint for future Madonna songs, with her voice direct and cajoling over the beat. It's as if she is on the dancefloor, aware of everyone in the room – who wants to dance, who doesn't, who's about to, who's shy and who's not. She invites people to play. She gives them permission.

By the mid-1980s Madonna had achieved nine hit singles and the global fame she had always wanted. Former Danceteria DJ Johnny Dynell remembers going to the supermarket one day and seeing her on the cover of Life magazine. " Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. It almost knocked me out," he says. "Oh my God, I thought, the bitch did it. It's not the Village Voice, it's the cover of Life. For a long time I thought of her as the same as us, but then I realised: 'Oh my God, she's a millionaire. she's rich she's done it'." From the moment "Everybody" became her first hit, for Madonna, there was no turning back.

Lucy O'Brien's book 'Madonna: Like an Icon' is out now, published by Bantam Press (£18.99)

segunda-feira, agosto 27, 2007

E COMO TODOS OS DIAS MATAMOS DIANA ALEGREMENTE

Fernanda Câncio
jornalista

Nunca me contei entre as fãs de Diana de Gales. Não me tocou a história da rapariga espigadota e tímida que casou com o príncipe muitos anos mais velho e que acabaria por se divorciar, dois herdeiros e ene peripécias pouco edificantes depois. Interessou-me, no entanto, a construção do mito - que precedeu a sua morte -, a forma como contribuiu para erodir de forma irreversível a imagem da monarquia e interessou-me a sua complexa relação com os media.

E, sobretudo, interessou-me a tragédia. Uma tragédia que parecia ter sido anunciada, de tão exacta no simbolismo. Lembro-me da manhã em que acordei para a notícia, de como estranhamente me comoveu, a mim que não sentia nada por Diana, de como me pareceu mentira de tão caricatural. Lembro-me também da longa discussão que se seguiu, ao longo de meses, sobre o papel dos media na morte de uma das suas maiores estrelas, das propostas, no Reino Unido, de um "código de conduta", dos protestos de que nada nunca mais seria igual, que nunca mais se perseguiria ou exploraria de modo tão cruel a imagem ou a vida privada de alguém.

Dez anos depois, aquilo que nos parecia, de Portugal, uma realidade distante e estrangeira - a proliferação do cor-de-rosa, a tabloidização de toda a informação - chegou em todo o seu esplendor. O "acordo de cavalheiros" que foi prometido no pós-Diana, a ideia piedosa da auto-regulação, o primado do bom senso e do respeito pelas pessoas, onde é que isso vai. O caso Maddie - que não por acaso foi comparado, no Reino Unido, em impacto e adesão popular, ao de Diana -, demonstra, caso houvesse dúvidas, a obscenidade da noção prevalecente do que faz sentido publicar. Durante meses, assistimos, nos media britânicos e portugueses, a uma histeria que, incrivelmente, subsiste. Todos os dias saem "notícias" contraditórias e infundamentadas que mais não são que palpites: o sangue é dela, não é dela, é de um homem, "afinal não se sabe". Ela morreu, foi raptada, foi drogada, houve um acidente, os pais estão inocentes, os pais estão metidos na marosca, o Murat é um malandro, o Murat é uma vítima, a PJ é óptima, a PJ não presta para nada. Anunciam-se "buscas" antes de ocorrerem, "prováveis detenções" que não acontecem, fritam-se hoje os mártires/heróis de ontem e vice-versa. Uma alegria. Interessa lá que estejam a decorrer investigações, interessa lá que esteja em causa uma criança de 4 anos, interessa lá que a publicação de tanta falsidade evidencie o quão afastados os media andam da sua suposta missão de informar e esclarecer, interessa lá que haja gente inocente a ser enxovalhada e perseguida, interessa lá que se destruam vidas. Não, nunca saímos do túnel de Alma. Ainda lá estamos, pé no acelerador, atrás de Diana, sempre com a bela desculpa de que se não formos nós, outros serão. Porque elas, as Dianas, "vendem". E toda a gente compra.
Diário de Notícias - 24/08/07