*** Milton Nascimento
NASCIMENTO
(Warner Bros.)
This master of
Brazilian pop song goes on and on, creating profound and encompassing aural
views of the world with warmth and grace. He regales us with drums on "Minas
Drums," yodels as we canter across the pampas, lets us peek into his bestiary
to see a marching "Praying Mantis," a wistful "Nightingale." A modern Black
Orpheus, he leads us into the depths to revisit the shade of Wayne Shorter's
"Ana Maria," with a Wayne-like soprano sax from Nivaldo Ornelas, here and on
"Cuerpo y Alma" (a New World "Body and Soul"). Like Charon, this minister of
lost memory rows us across "Old Man River," with the depth of feeling and soul
of Paul Robeson, washing away our earthly cares and pain. He can sing anything,
in any language, and among so many false preachers, he is real. I hate to admit
it, but whenever I hear this guy sing, I want to scream like a teenage girl,
longing for his sweet truth.
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