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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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Canto Moço
by Cristina Branco
Somos filhos da madrugada
Pelas praias do mar nos vamos
À procura de quem nos traga
Verde oliva de flor no ramo
Nave gamos de vaga em vaga
Não sou bemos de dor nem mágoa
Pelas praias do mar nos vamos
À procura de manhã clara
Lá do cimo de uma montanha
Acendemos uma fogueira
Para não se apagar a chama
Que dá vida na noite inteira
Mensageira pomba chamada
Mensageira da madrugada
Quando a noite vier que venha
Lá do cimo de uma montanha
Onde o vento cortou amarras
Largaremos p'la noite fora
Onde há sempre uma boa estrela
Noite e dia ao romper da aurora
Vira a proa minha galera
Que a vitória já não espera
Fresca, brisa, moira encantada
Vira a proa da minha barca.
Contributed by Jeremiah D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
by Cristina Branco
Somos filhos da madrugada
Pelas praias do mar nos vamos
À procura de quem nos traga
Verde oliva de flor no ramo
Nave gamos de vaga em vaga
Não sou bemos de dor nem mágoa
Pelas praias do mar nos vamos
À procura de manhã clara
Lá do cimo de uma montanha
Acendemos uma fogueira
Para não se apagar a chama
Que dá vida na noite inteira
Mensageira pomba chamada
Mensageira da madrugada
Quando a noite vier que venha
Lá do cimo de uma montanha
Onde o vento cortou amarras
Largaremos p'la noite fora
Onde há sempre uma boa estrela
Noite e dia ao romper da aurora
Vira a proa minha galera
Que a vitória já não espera
Fresca, brisa, moira encantada
Vira a proa da minha barca.
Contributed by Jeremiah D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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