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The second was a classic samba band. The program said Brazilian Latin, but I think the band was Sydney Salsa All Stars. Typically infectious, moving rhythms and bass claves and piano montuno and high, latin voices and layers of brass and percussion. Loved it. You can’t help but move. We were standing next to a couple doing the perfect seductive latin dance. How infectious is this music? Great.
The third was a drum band with very attractive set of female samba dancers (overt sexism alert). I’ve found them on YouTube as HotBeat Productions Brazilian dance show. They are amusingly advertised for corporate functions with a video of suited types studiously ignoring long-legged half-dressed bodies moving through their world. It was something like that here in Canberra. Plenty of ogling guys checking out the taut bottoms; girls enjoying the show but just a tad uncomfortable. Feathers swinging; arses jiggling; legs flailing; drums hammering. The dance was obviously the show here and the musical backing was just drums. But how many? Eight, I think. The rhythms were good although not as rich as I would have expected from so many performers. But this is obviously a visual, rather than aural, feast. It’s sexy and it’s the closest I’ve got to the Rio Carnevale. But then Rio might be deflated this year. They had a warehouse fire that destroyed many floats and thousands of costumes. Was Saturday Night in Canberra the place to be for samba dancing in 2011? Good fun but I doubt it.
Back to tuning. I went to see another act, somewhere, someone, unnamed. One guy with a guitar and an interestingly distant voice. I could have liked the music, but he continually retuned and never got it right. He was plugged into lots of effects as well as a laptop. He could have used a tuner. Or better, he could also have learnt to hear the difference. He was tuning by clear harmonic beats and still didn’t get it. And then his singing was out too. Er… Enough said.
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