Thursday, September 27, 2007

Auf der anderen Seite



The eternal Fassbinder´s muse Hannah Schygulla and Nurgül Yeşilçay in action.

Yesterday I watched Auf der anderen Seite (On the other side) the newest film of german-turkish director Fatih Akin, whose script, written by himself, was awawred at last Cannes Festival."Auf der anderen Seite" is a mosaic about death, indentity and search. Two deaths separete and join two people from the same country but with different backgrounds: a young german-turkish germanistic professor, who loses his "supposed to be" turkish mother in law in Germany, and a german woman, who loses her dauther in Turkey. Both losts are linked throught a coincidental tragedy: The mother in law of the professor was killed by his father and the daugher of the german woman died (indirectly) because of the daugther of the mother in law of the german-turkish professor. In that way Akin´s film cross the bridge between Germany and Turkey, west and orient, life and death, meetings and goodbyes. By watching six different life´s stories crossing themselves on the silvercreen it´s not difficult to think about Babel, another mosaic-mor film of Alejandro González Iñárritu.What makes the difference between Akin and Gonzaléz is that the first one was clever by showing, or better, exposing his own culture with much more property and without self-pity and inferiority complex concerning the socio-political relevance of his "brothers and sisters" compared to the west culture. Akin doesn´t need to show clichés of the turkies in Germany, just in the way that the prejudicers would love to see. On the contrary Gonzaléz prefered to show his people just in the way that american hipocritals would love to see: as victims of their own situation and existence, as "good foregners" that need to prove that they are obedients and good-hearteds. And that´s all. Akin scapes from clichés and goes far beyond of this contemplative view of himself and his people. He shows the truth and doesn´t worry about the fact that he can stand more Germany or Turkey, because he stands in human beings. And that´s "Auf der anderen Seite" is about. It´s about the missing of a little bit humanity. And of course everything gets much, much bettter when we are faced with a huge human being like Hannah Schygulla greving at a hotel apartment in Istanbul by her daugther´s death...

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

The Tired Hedonistics


Amy Winehouse went to Rehab, I mean she is hiding out in a five star hotel in London in order to get some rest of a drug overdose. Overdose?!?! I don´t know but it sounds sooo 1968... Why someone who is talented, has success and the possibility to use it to spread out messages for a better world prefers to spend three days taking ecstasy, cocaine and heroine among other things? O.k I´m not that conservative, and everybody knows that drugs exists since the beginning of the world. Drugs come from the nature, the native indians used to smoke marijuana to relax, the same with old chineases smoking Opium, etc. But then came the industrialisation and perverted it all. And all these stupids bought the idea. Whatever, back to Amy, in the past the young stars used to have a cause to struggle for. They spent 5, 10 years doing shit jobs, believing in their art, creating concepts untill they got it. They had something to say, they had Political consciousness, they used to read books. When finally a record label agreed to sign them, they were any "marionettes" anymore. Today anyone make a track, put it out on Myspace, strikes poses at bedrooms, makes photos with a cheap digital camera and - uhuu - a superstar is born! No need to read books since the blogs are there for. No need to struggle too much since everything is easier nowadays and it´s somehow "unsexy" and kind of waste of time to struggle for something. Better do the shit as quick as posible, spread it out in Myspace, sign the first contract with some record label, pose for cool pictures at professional studios, let people manipulate them and... yeah,a superstar is born! Even if they have absolutely nothing to say. No matter if the ozon layer is growing up every day, no matter if the next US president still insist to say that US needs to take up another country in the middle east (and obviously kill more innocents there and make some of them into the next future terrorists), no matter if nobody still didn´t find a heal for Aids, no matter if there are tons of people starving far away from Europe and US, no matter if these starving people are dieing because some people use them and divert the funds from ONGS to their swiss privite bank accounts for example, no matter if there are lot´s of people who really have something to say and have not the chance to be listened, no matter if there are people really talented and with something to say besides "i d´ont want to go to rehab" when indeed they need, nothing doesn´t matter. This is not their problens. But if they would knew themselves better at least, we could at least take them seriously! We could listen to their songs and think: "I feel better now" or "now I got it". But how can you feel better nor understand someone who sings "I d´ont want to go rehab" when you read that this person is a self-destructive human being ? If they´d believe in their own lyrics as the hip-hop stars use to do with the ideia of a "glamourous life", we could call them as authentics at least. But in this case it seems is all about a "white trash" way of life, whose clear message is something like: "do what I say, but d´ont do what do." From this perspective and only from this one it all makes sense indeed...

Tarantino, Quentin...


Yesterday we went to see Death Proof the newest Tarantino´s film. In the States Death Proof was showed together with Robert Rodriguez´s Planet Terror as a double feature under the name Grinhouse. But outside America it was different and the films came out separated. Quentin Tarantino is one of my favorites directors and I remember well the first time I went to the cinema to see his film: Pulp Fiction. It was 1995 and since then all "hype" directors tryed hard to copy Tarantino´s style: long and insane dialogues, swear words, violence combined with some 70´s retro style and music, quick edition, the non-chronological manner to tell stories and so on. Even though I even heard some radical critics about Tarantino´s style (in Germany...) such as "he is any director indeed since he uses to (re)make and collect in his own way the spirit of old and forgotten cult films." (c´mmon, get a life!) Well Andy Wahrol´s work was all about that with his Pop Art, and nowadays his works are sold over millions in art auctions worldwide. Of course Tarantino can sound somehow repetivive in his own manner to expose his characters on the silver screen. But everytime it´s different. Like in Death Proof, for example. We were expacting a kind of Kill Bill 3 or Pulp Fiction 2. Those films were there indeed through the well known nonsense dialogues, some violent scenes, soul train soundtrack and tarantinoesque characthers. But apart from these similarities Death Proof is unique in its own way; when the film starts it seems the image is of a damaged old film of early 70´s. And untill you get something of the story, the film will be already almost in the middle. But it doesn´t matter because this nonsense is really good, that´s the point. And once you get it you shouldn´t even think to stand and walk to the W.C, even if you´d really need. The film catches you. It´s about a girl power film : deranged stuntman who stalks and murders sexy young women with his "death-proof" car and their revenge against the murder. Death Proof is basicaly a man´s film with its stuntman, fast cars, sexy girls... It is way to be the best of Tarantino, whose my favorites are Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown and Kill Bill Vol.1. By the way we had lot´s of fun yesterday specially by watching a team of so diversified beauties knocking down Kurt Russel with the backgroundsound Chick Habit!

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Friday, August 3, 2007

Nostalgia - Part 1 : Careless Whisper

You can call me cheesy, but I d´ont give a damn! In my MP3 player list I´m listening nonstop again to the 80´s ultra-sexy-erotic-romantic classic ballad Careless Whisper of George Michael(untill as a second part of the group WHAM!). And yes, I love it! Danny made the most perfect definition of this 1984´s jam.(In this year I was only 5 but I remember vaguely that this song already caused me goose bumps) Well after me + some friends have watched the crap video on Youtube for at least 15th times last night, he (Danny) came along with this brilliant statement (with a huge smile on his face):

" (...) You know Sabrina, when he hits the high notes on the vocals, the track is immortalized forever in spacetime! This video is timeless, infinite, eternal(...) I shall love and cherish it forever and always. Also, the subtle "oooooohs and aaaaahs" and awes in the background make it even more phenomenal and spectacular than it already is. Think angels and blessings of light my brothers and sisters."

I do agree!(:


And here comes this little old treasure my friends:



And we´ve also found an increadible funked up drum´n´bass remix of "Careless Whisper" made by EOTMC from Glasgow (or something like this,I guess):



Apart from the old-fashioned Princess Diana´s hairdo, the two amazing different looks in the same video (short dark hair in the outdoor and light long hair in the studio), the unbelievable look of the two girls togehter and the whole context of the video, among other things, I must confess that G.M looks quite sexy on it and it´s too bad that it is not 1984 anymore and I´m any gay male. (LOL)

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Beware: Catholic Mission in Second Life!


I didn´t get into this Second Life thing since I´m already too busy with my real life and with internet tools like blog, gmail, myspace, skype, msn and so on. (and this is too much already in my opinion). By the way it seems people have nothing better to do than try to find some reason for their boring civilized lives through an artificial one in the cyberspace. In Second Life you can choose a new name, another gender, an avatar (your face in Second Life language)and so on. You can play the God character here and play your own (second) life the way you think it should be, as far as I understood. Whaterver today morning I was reading some news at the BBC Brasil and something catched my attention: the news that Society of Jesuits calls missionaries to Second Life. A Father Antonio Spadaro has written an article about that in the italian jesuit Journal "La Civilta Cattolica", whose contents are approved by the Vatican. Among other things what really impressed me was this sentence:"Deep down, the digital world can be considered, in its way, mission territory," he said. "Second Life is somewhere where the opportunity to meet people and to grow should not be missed, therefore, any initiative that can inspire the residents in a positive way should be considered opportune." I wonder why do the hell these f*#@&* jesuits d´ont sell their own laptops in order to support starving human beings in Africa and Latin America for example? ( No need to say that the poverty and misery of these people is also directly related to the colonialism and inclusively to these jesuits missions, that in God´s name have exterminated and destroyed great civilizations and millions of lives in both continents, isn´t it?)

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Funk Carioca rules!


Two great funk carioca acts have been hittin` some european music festivals lately. One of them is the Favela Funk Mcs which consists of Bani Silva aka Mc Dilan Djam and the 18 years-old talented beauty Natalia aka Aguia Morena. Both come from Rio and live in Munich, Germany. Favela Funk Mcs exists from January 2006 and now they are embracing the world: they gave a great performance at the last "New Attraction Festival" in Groningen, Netherlands, that you can see a bit here:




Their hot live-perfomance will take place again on next September 1st in Berlin during the "Baile Funk Im Kino Babylon" venue. Will post more infos about that soon...



The other act I was talking about was the maestro (he again!) Sany Pitbull and the funk carioca live legend Mc Duda do Borel at the Pori Jazz Festival in Finland. Pori is one of the most respected and famous jazz festivals in Scandinavia. Sany and Duda made 4 (!) gigs in the same festival before leave to Stockholm. Some people said that the performances were increadible good. Here you can see and feel a bit how it must have been there:

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Dj Sany Pitbull and Mc Duda do Borel in action.

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They drove the finnish audience crazy!


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Mc Duda do Borel

Photos taken by: Timo Santala


And what would say some funk carioca oppositors about that? Probably things like: "Funk (Carioca) cannot be considered as "music" (lol), its Mcs are illiterates,whom cannot sing at all and this kind of stupid stuff." So imagine if they would...

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Patty Diphusa - La Estrella del Porno


There are few books I use to read over and over again. One of them is "Patty Diphusa Y Otros Textos" by Pedro Almodóvar. I am a big fan of Almodóvar´s filmography and about one year ago Renata Voss, a good girlfriend of mine, knowing that had the great idea to give me this book, and best - the original one in spanish. And everytime I read this (I must confess I have read it at least three times in one year!) I wonder why it has to come to the end. Can´t help stop reading this book! When I read this I get so afraid to come to the end that I prefer read it as slow as possible to avoid to finish the lecture quickly.Patty Diphusa is Almodóvar´s female alter Ego and he used to publish small stories about her back in the beginning of the 80´s on the spanish vanguard newspaper "La Luna". Patty Diphusa was a kind of the quintessential character of the La movida madrileña and also the inspiration to all those post-modern female characters of his first films.(although strangely she has never appeared in any of his films as Patty Diphusa herself. In Laberinto de Pasiones, Almodovar´s second featured film, she is reprensented through the transexual character of movida´s performer and plastic artist Fabio MacNamara.) "Patty Diphusa Y Otros Textos" brings back some sort of amazing adventures of this post-modern woman, a self proclaimed "porn star" and party girl , a bit nimphomaniac, a bit junkie, a bit naiv, who never sleeps and never is depressiv! Guess will start to read it again right now. (:

And here you can watch one of the infamous scenes of "Laberinto de Pasiones" (1982) with the fabulous Fabio MacNamara:

Friday, June 29, 2007

Glauber Rocha

Othon Bastos as "Corisco"

Last night I had the chance to watch the remasterized version on DVD of "Deus e o Diabo na Terra do Sol" ("Black God, White Devil") film of 1964. "Deus e o Diabo..." is the second film of Glauber Rocha, whose first one was "Barravento". I d´ont remember the first time I watched this film, guess I was still little and I d´ont remember the details. So some days ago a friend has borrowed me a special edition DVD with many interviews with the cast (Othon Bastos and Yoná Magalhães) and the crew. I normally watch a film first and then I watch the special features. This time I started watching the featurings and then the film. All people involved on it talked about "Deus e o Diabo..." as a definitve masterpiece of Glauber Rocha and I was a bit sceptic. Well so I´ve watched it then. And indeed it´s about a masterpiece. The whole progressive concept of the film (as for example using songs to explain the scenes ) is just one of the genial elements he used in this film. It´s about a low budget film but enourmously beautiful and visionary. I couldn´t stop to repeat the monolog´s scene of Othon Bastos when he is representing at the same space of time two different characters while the camera just followed his movements as it was part of it too. I guess this is one of the best images I´ve ever watched in my life. "Deus e o Diabo na Terra do Sol" was filmmed in 1964 but seems so much timeless that I had the impression that even in third years nobody will be able to do something similar. And this has nothing to do with money or special effects ... And Glauber Rocha was only 26 years-old at that time!




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Thursday, June 28, 2007

Black Angel


Yesterday I was at the Volksbühne in Berlin Mitte, which is a very nice theater, one of the most importants of the east Berlin. The play was "Anjo Negro", in german "Schwarzer Engel" ("Black Angel") a classic work of the most famous brazilian dramaturgist ever Nelson Rodrigues. Although Rodrigues is since decades glorified for brazilian artists and intelectuals I must confess (and I am not alone) that is a bit strange for me to clap my hands for an author who has belonged to the right politics during the military dictature in Brazil and among other things used to surrender his friends to the militars. Also he became infamous for his machism and racism, what is very clear in the form how he used to expose females and afro-descendents characters in his work. But whatever as someone said yesterday during the panel after the play: "we should try not to mix the person with the artist." But I swear I know many people who didn´t find out any beauty in Wagner´s work anymore, since they knew he was an antisemit. On the other hand it´s not possible to listen to Wagner´s antisemitism through his music, what makes things easier at least. But in Nelson Rodrigues case is different: you can read it in his texts and you can even feel it. Like in the case of "Black Angel" for example. The play talks about racism from the perspective of an afro-descendent Doctor, who hates his own color of skin. His white wife kills the two kids they have, because they are blacks like the father. Well there are two things which annoys me on it: first is this stigma of "victim" he used to describe black people in his plays, as the whole racism issues would be characterized through this "victim of the society" behavior. Sencond, I think brazilian society loves to talk about racism and prejudice aways from a "white" perspective, what makes things much "easier" for them. They d´ont need to feel guilty nor have any political and social conscience about nothing related to it since some right intelectual did this job for them. And it´s just the way it is untill nowadays in that country.By the way I would love to read someone, who really faces those situations ( racism and prejudice) talking or writing about that through his own perspective. Otherwise all this shit sounds too faraway from the reality... Well the point is that yesterday I saw this play with direction of Frank Castorf, who is also the director of "Volksbühne". Castorf was a long while in São Paulo and had the idea to mix Nelson Rodrigues "Black Angel" with Heiner Müller´s "Der Auftrag" ("The Mission"), a play written in 1979, which talks about the slave revolution in Jamaica some years after the french revolution. The result was pretty radical and I really liked what I saw. But I guess some people were really annoyed by hearing sentences like: " (...) there will be only Africa, Asia and the two Amercias in the future! " I cannot explain why but I feel there´s some sense on it...

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Sany Pitbull talks

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I´ve sent some questions to my friend Sany Pitbull to answer in order to finish the script of my documentary about the Baile Funk scene in Rio de Janeiro. I said to Sany: "Man, no need to answer everything if you´re busy. All I need are some specific informations, so take your time." And for my big surprise he got me back with this amazing testemonial telling a bit of the history of the Baile Funk scene in Rio, his own history and point of views about racism, politics, music and the past and the future of Funk Carioca. He gave me a life´s lession by writing this and that´s why I decided to publish it here.


Interview by Sabrina Fidalgo

"I grew happy, poor, suburban and carioca, son of a Bahian mulata with a catarinense descending of German that met at Rio (the mixes already are in my life since forever). I was born in 17 December 1968, in the best hospital of Nova Iguaçu, city of the of the state of Rio de Janeiro, but lived at suburban Ilha do Governador, up to 1977, with my parents and two brothers: I'm the oldest, 3 years more than Laércio, again 3 years older than Luciano. By that time we could still swim at the beach in the suburb, without pollution. We enjoyed walks and plays at Quinta da Boa Vista public garden, playing futebol, school and Maracanã, to see Flamengo plays and Santa Claus arriving on a chopter to the city.

My mother, Vitória Reis, were house servant and my father, João Silva, son of the refugee of war Angelina Kristarla, worked in civil construction. Person in charge of machines, for incredible that it seems, he couldn't read and badly wrote his name, but commanded a team of specialists and helped construct the Rio-Niterói bridge. In 77 he moved of company, and the family to Nova Iguaçu, and in 83 we came back suburbia to São Cristóvão, where I live until today, with a fast exit to Petrópolis when my son João Vitor was born.

Music was always present in my life, blame it to my parents who listened at home Tonico e Tinoco, Texeirinha -- sertanejo was the choice of my father, who piloted the family in the weekends. During the week I listened to pop brought up to date of radio MUNDIAL AM, they had the top shows national and international, and my mother listened to Abba and disco music, it was a happy noisy house.

Funk appeared when we moved to São Cristóvão, I had 13 or 14 years, underage for the party, but my friend Walmir, who turned later partner DJ Pancada, already deceased, had this older sister that was dating one of the security guys of Clube Magnatas here in the quarter, that had a ball with the team Cash Box, every sunday. TomTom Club, NewCleus, 100% american funk. Big wall of speakers, 3, 4 thousand people, that feeling will stay with me forever, I was coming from countryside, starting to date …

Fan of the Cash Box team, I started to go with a group, Roberta, Roberto, Flavinho, João Henrique, Sabonete... We were real groupies and also went in the other nights in other quarters, anywhere in Rio De Janeiro, until we got the attention of the owner of the team, DJ Marcão. There were prejudice already, I had friends with more money that loved funk as us, but finished having problems with the family, because bailes were poor people's thing. They ended up changing to rock fans. I used to argue with my father too, but the passion was stronger.

I started to arrive early at the ball and to take one liter of the peach batida do Primo, celebrity here of the quarter, glue in to Marcão, fan of the drink, and start learning from him, that showed me the labels, taught tricks. I used to buy those expensive chrome cassettes and make him record musics for me. He always gave me the entire songs, but with the vignettes of Cash Box, by that time the last funk releases were exclusive imported vinyls not released here that only Tony Minister and DJ Nazz brought to pro DJs like Marcão. National records, only from the sound teams, mixed and old already. I started to know djs, as Pouca-Telha, Portugues, Marcão from Furacão, made friends.

One day me and Walmir knew of a meeting of DJs, were you could just show up and play, at Vale do Ipê, hidden at countryside Rio state at the city of Caxias, we catched 2 buses and a train only to get there, and knew nothing about mixing, but DJ Garrafinha, full of imported vinyls, gave us a shot. We started performing together (Dj Sany and Dj Pancada), bought some imported records, I remember in special the Krafwerk with Trans-Europe Express (this I was ripped off, scraped label, it was national... 'cause it was not funk, then was released in Brazil, but we were so used to difficult ones), and Smurf Rock. Walmir liked playing the slow ones with lyrics, and I made people dance with instrumentals. Side A and side B, we always shared the tracks.

In 87, I made my first solo ball. The place was at Ramos beach, one box of concrete, did not have window nor nothing, only a small door, the people called Forninho. I played there for about a year, started to receive compliments, and became professional. While also studied at night, worked as ofice-boy during the day and served the army, but I never gave up until I was living only out of funk, around 92.

My dream, twenty years behind, was to travel, to know Miami and Berlin, because of it's music, I wanted to know the places, the people, if possible the artists, and the technology, know how they did that. I wanted to learn, only. Never, never I imagined that one day I could travel because americans and germans wanted to listen to our funk. Nor I nor nobody in funk. Today, I continue wanting to go all places, and to learn, but the conversation became longer now, there's much to show about funk carioca, not only my work, but many artists, I wish to show it to the greatest possible number of people.

I never passed hunger, work since 12, selling home made ice cream, whatever, did not complete high school degree, my bigger pride is music, to have always been funkeiro. It feel that I'm conquering today slowly my dreams, despite the difficulties - I cannot forget Walmir, DJ Pancada that started with me, gave up funk, and some time later finished killed by police, or crime, doesn't matter, he was funkeiro for me.

To be carioca is what makes funk of the bailes to be syntonized with the world, not this or that artist or style. Somehow our people makes ART out of the parties and happiness. With little traditional education even for those who had school, is in the parties that people develop skills to understand life, ones with the others. I find this carioca (or Brazilian) atittude what attracts the foreigners. In music, this carioca feeling always ment having much percussion, with complicated rhythmic harmonias, even when the remaining portion of the song is all well simple, coarse even. For the natural born funkeiro or sambista it feels easy, but for a more erudite musician is full of timming and timbre details hard to execute.

In funk is even more complicated, with the electronic effects and the lyrics coming directly from the behavior of the crowds at the balls, it has an huge amount of encoded information there. Just to make it harder, there's this brazilian taste for the new, disposable or not, and love to be always mixing, transforming everything that falls in our hands -- each month appears a small detail, and as everybody absorbs, starts to be part of the genre itself …

The future? I only know that it depends on all of us together, depends on Sany, Pitti, Marlboro, the artists, the guys producing the balls, journalists, gringos, brazilians. Each one is alone to make right its part, to have self-respect, to be professional, at last, to have faith and to believe the future. As I am funkeiro, already I was born with this carioca antenna in the soul. I do not know which beat or style will dominate the future, but this irreverent carioca mixing attitude is spread all over, in the music of the world today, we are here making the music that young artists of the world are doing too, we are connected, that's for sure.

My religion is God, there's something there, but I do not identify myself with no Church in particular. I never had great contact with none of them, but friends, family, girlfriends, we live here surrounded of different histories in Brazil, you know? And all of them also finish being part of ours. The tamborzão has much agogô afro. But in Brazil you don't need to be religious to know that. It's part of our daily culture already.

Even with this practical mixture going on, I suffered many prejudices, is complicated to understand this in Brazil, we are turn-cans in everything but we are ashamed of funk, poverty and slum quarters. And theres the colour of the skin, mulato, bad hair, I open my mouth and funk comes ... I lost a few girlfriends and DJ gigs already to that. Around 92, 94, even already easier to find fresh released funk records in Brazil, still it was considered without value – even at the inferninhos of strip-tease at Copacabana where I took off the recess of the Djs from monday to wednesday, if I played Stevie B., Tony Garcia or Spring Love, always a waiter or the manager came saying -- ' What's that, my brother? Funk here, no'. And it was not even the funk carioca that I played at the balls, just american funk, part of pop world-wide nice set for me.

I love all music, arab, japanese, samba, hip hop, electronic, heavy metal, pop that everybody knows and hidden things, current, old, good, very very bad. I am addicted to music. It is something of an entire life. Taking off some other popular rhythms in Brazil, still I can't really share fully this passion with the funk musicians here, there is this exclusive circuit of balls and ephemeral records of funk carioca that seduces the kids mainly, and few are eclectic, curious with the remaining portion of the world. But already they do not find me eccentric as before, have come to ask what is there out, where to find infos.

Funk at the balls has their own language, the circuit is like a private channel of subscribers, the funkeiros, that nobody else understands right, but once you catch the signal you can't unglue off the TV. And the audience goes increasing, diversifying, the person on the other side of the screen can be in Asia, or Ipanema. So around the globe all kinds of different people are translating and incorporating pieces of this language at its own universe. Each one with its culture, its history, out of its skills. That's how today's balls are turning into funk carioca spread world-wide. Funk of the slum quarters belongs to the slum quarters, each audience has its own taste, all DJ knows, the crowd rules.

The great evolution of funk in last the 20 years was to become brazilian, while it changed the technology, and the carioca society. In 89 the llyrics in Portuguese appeared, then later the romantic success, in 94 the corridor balls, always in the suburbs, and 98 the first slum quarter balls. While this, american funk transformed into voltmix, and finally the tamborzão, each time more and more batucado (beated, like the act of playing a tamboor), from vinyl and tapes, mds to mpcs. The message was always the life of simple people in Rio De Janeiro, but the audience changed many times, and with it the form of the music, we sang 'I only wanted to be happy at my favela' when speaking to the asphalt, made almost punk-rock when playing for the suburban crowds, proibidão when funk was finally banished to the favelas, and putaria when funk artists became promotional exotic performances at fancy parties …

My great idol is my father, who had a happy life, full of accomplishments out of very little, with much music, love and respect. When he saw me serious and progressing as DJ, never argued again and supported me, said one day he was very proud of me. This respect marked my life, somebody invented this maestro nick and it worked, I do take music seriously, like to work together with other musicians, and don't mind teaching some music to kids with patience - I learned all this with father, when somebody calls his funkeiro son a maestro, I think of him.

Carioca Funk Clube - This is the project that I want to continue making, working serious new mixtures of sounds and people, commanding the carioca balls wherever they be, at a favela or the moon, to have one little better studio to mix the artists, freedom and audience to play what I want not only at Stockholm, but downtown Rio too. I wanna take what's carioca about funk even further worldwide, and continue to have the privilege of keep a tradition from many artists who I saw and I had been with but are gone, playing funk of all the kinds that already existed, or will exist, at a studio or live crowd, for me the best ever invented drug and only one I do, this is my life, is shy, I'm shy, not much of a talker, my history is the history of funk carioca.

I am Sergio, the fiancé of Alessandra, father of João Vitor, Sany for the family, and maestro Pitbull of funk since I joined Serginho's crew with the same name, after many other great sound teams as Live, A Cova, Águia Disco, I launched and worked with many artists, MCs, DJs and Bondes (groups). It was the people dancing at the balls that gave me SANY PITBULL, and I work for them for already 21 years as musician and artist."


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