![]() When he was just three months old his family moved to the humble São Cristóvão neighborhood, on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro he said he therefore always considered himself carioca. Powell’s father – on top of being a scouting enthusiast, hence Baden’s name – was a leather craftsman and violin player, and often organized musical get-togethers at the family home, which Baden said influenced him profoundly from a very young age.īaden quickly excelled as a virtuoso guitarist, demonstrating singular talent for playing a vast range of styles. While Vinicius was a poet and diplomat born into Rio’s high society zona sul, Baden Powell (Aug– September 26, 2000) was born in rural Varre-Sai, Rio de Janeiro. ![]() Vinicius responded to Lucinha, “Even you are against me!” He turned to Baden and said, “In that case, Chopin forgot to compose this song.” He then turned to the typewriter and wrote the lyrics, all at once. Lucinha confirmed to the tipsy duo that the song was beautiful, romantic, and by no means Chopin’s. In spite of Baden’s protests about waking Lucinha at that hour, with day nearly breaking, Vinicius summoned her to listen to Baden play the song. Vinicius said he’d get confirmation from Lucinha, his wife of the moment, who played piano and loved Chopin. Baden pushed him, and he exclaimed, “I think this is plagiary! It will be all over the newspapers, ‘Baden and Vinicius plagiarize.'”īaden told Vinicius the song wasn’t plagiarized, but said “Ok, plagiary of whom, of what?” Vinicius responded, “This is clearly Chopin!”īaden assured Vinicius the song wasn’t Chopin’s, but Vinicius told him he never made mistakes – and that perhaps Baden had had too much to drink. Vinicius was evasive at first, telling Baden the issue was “disagreeable,” but that they should leave the song aside for the time being. (The woman’s part is noted in the lyrics above.) He played the song for Vinicius and then they began to throw back their usual whiskey. By the time they were on their third bottle at around 3 or 4 a.m., Baden grew worried that they still had no lyrics and were “nearly drunk.” Vinicius, left, and Baden met around 1958 at a boate in Copacabana, where Tom Jobim and Ary Barroso had a show together.īaden asked Vinicius what was wrong. In this video, Baden recalls that he got to Vinicius’s at around 9 p.m., excited to show him the song, which he imagined being sung by a man and woman together. One evening in 1962, Baden Powell went to Vinicius de Moraes‘s house with this song - which he described as “full of love” - for Vinicius to write the lyrics. Interpretation - Vinicius de Moraes and Baden Powell (with guitar), whose friendship and musical partnership Powell’s widow Silvia likened to a “sexless marriage.” I’m so alone, my eyes weary of staring into the distance My arms need yours, your embraces need mine Moonlight without love, love without being givenĪ ship without sea, a field without flowersĪh, what saudade, what desire to see our life reborn I’m a flame without glow, a garden without moonlight Because without you, I don’t even know how to cry
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