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Cristina Branco was born in December, 1972, in Almeirim, Ribatejo, Portugal, where she still lives. Her music is deeply rooted in tradition, yet essentially modern.
She grew up far from the fado houses of Lisbon and nothing suggested that she was predestined for the fado. Like almost all young Portuguese born after the revolution of 1974, she was interested in folk music, jazz, blues, bossa nova but not in fado. She regarded it as a genre for a different generation. Read Full BioCristina Branco was born in December, 1972, in Almeirim, Ribatejo, Portugal, where she still lives. Her music is deeply rooted in tradition, yet essentially modern.
She grew up far from the fado houses of Lisbon and nothing suggested that she was predestined for the fado. Like almost all young Portuguese born after the revolution of 1974, she was interested in folk music, jazz, blues, bossa nova but not in fado. She regarded it as a genre for a different generation. This lasted until her 18th birthday, when her grandfather gave her the album Rara e Inédita by Amália Rodrigues. Suddenly, Cristina Branco discovered all the emotions that the genre could offer in the close connections that arose among voice, poetry and music. The amateur singer - then studying communication sciences and still full of her ambition to become a journalist - began to develop her vocal technique and to take her new vocation seriously.
After that, Cristina studied the poems from which major fado lyrics are taken.
Since then, Cristina has worked on her fado repertory, accompanied by Custódio Castelo on guitar and as composer.
Halfway through the nineties, other young musicians also found a new means of expression in the fado and this contributed to a surprising renaissance. Just as they did, Cristina Branco began to make clear choices in which respect for the tradition went hand in hand with the desire for renewal.
There can be no doubt that Cristina Branco is developing her own style from a number of primary components. She employs a traditional group (voice, Portuguese guitar, guitar and bass guitar) and offers us concurrently a light, warm and experienced voice; she mixes the traditional fado with themes and folk songs that are personal favourites and seems always to choose the words of the best Portuguese, or even Dutch poets with discretion.
She grew up far from the fado houses of Lisbon and nothing suggested that she was predestined for the fado. Like almost all young Portuguese born after the revolution of 1974, she was interested in folk music, jazz, blues, bossa nova but not in fado. She regarded it as a genre for a different generation. Read Full BioCristina Branco was born in December, 1972, in Almeirim, Ribatejo, Portugal, where she still lives. Her music is deeply rooted in tradition, yet essentially modern.
She grew up far from the fado houses of Lisbon and nothing suggested that she was predestined for the fado. Like almost all young Portuguese born after the revolution of 1974, she was interested in folk music, jazz, blues, bossa nova but not in fado. She regarded it as a genre for a different generation. This lasted until her 18th birthday, when her grandfather gave her the album Rara e Inédita by Amália Rodrigues. Suddenly, Cristina Branco discovered all the emotions that the genre could offer in the close connections that arose among voice, poetry and music. The amateur singer - then studying communication sciences and still full of her ambition to become a journalist - began to develop her vocal technique and to take her new vocation seriously.
After that, Cristina studied the poems from which major fado lyrics are taken.
Since then, Cristina has worked on her fado repertory, accompanied by Custódio Castelo on guitar and as composer.
Halfway through the nineties, other young musicians also found a new means of expression in the fado and this contributed to a surprising renaissance. Just as they did, Cristina Branco began to make clear choices in which respect for the tradition went hand in hand with the desire for renewal.
There can be no doubt that Cristina Branco is developing her own style from a number of primary components. She employs a traditional group (voice, Portuguese guitar, guitar and bass guitar) and offers us concurrently a light, warm and experienced voice; she mixes the traditional fado with themes and folk songs that are personal favourites and seems always to choose the words of the best Portuguese, or even Dutch poets with discretion.
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A Laurindinha
by Cristina Branco
Miguel Farias / João Paulo Esteves da Silva
Laurindinha já não sai
perdeu a voz, entristeceu
Rio acima nunca mais
nem arraiais lá em Viseu
Pela fresta aberta cai
o seu anel de dez rubis
Sem dinheiro olha o cais
põe-se a sonhar longínquos laranjais
Já ninguém faz canções
pró teu filho não chorar?
Laurindinha doba a lã,
guarda em baús seus enxovais
À noitinha no ecrã
rabisca amor em cem murais
As vizinhas p’lo São João
dizem que a não ouvem chorar
Terá lançado um balão
pra aliviar o peso à solidão?
Já ninguém faz canções
pró teu filho sossegar?
Laurindinha, minha mãe,
o sol raiou, não chores mais
Vê que a dor é como a lei
diz sim senhor e finge uns ais
Está o milho por colher
a filha só está por casar
Antes do país morrer
canta outra vez pra o Douro transbordar
Já ninguém faz canções
prá Laurinda me embalar?
Está o milho por colher
a filha só está por casar
Antes do país morrer
canta outra vez pra o Douro transbordar
Já ninguém faz canções
prá Laurinda me embalar?
Contributed by Kaylee I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
by Cristina Branco
Miguel Farias / João Paulo Esteves da Silva
Laurindinha já não sai
perdeu a voz, entristeceu
Rio acima nunca mais
nem arraiais lá em Viseu
Pela fresta aberta cai
o seu anel de dez rubis
Sem dinheiro olha o cais
põe-se a sonhar longínquos laranjais
Já ninguém faz canções
pró teu filho não chorar?
Laurindinha doba a lã,
guarda em baús seus enxovais
À noitinha no ecrã
rabisca amor em cem murais
As vizinhas p’lo São João
dizem que a não ouvem chorar
Terá lançado um balão
pra aliviar o peso à solidão?
Já ninguém faz canções
pró teu filho sossegar?
Laurindinha, minha mãe,
o sol raiou, não chores mais
Vê que a dor é como a lei
diz sim senhor e finge uns ais
Está o milho por colher
a filha só está por casar
Antes do país morrer
canta outra vez pra o Douro transbordar
Já ninguém faz canções
prá Laurinda me embalar?
Está o milho por colher
a filha só está por casar
Antes do país morrer
canta outra vez pra o Douro transbordar
Já ninguém faz canções
prá Laurinda me embalar?
Contributed by Kaylee I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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