Pelourinho

Oh...the show was not good yesterday. Everyboy asked "are you nervous?". I was not, but then I got! I got nervous and the guitar man played the music higher than it should be aaaaaaaaaand the sound was not well balanced, people couldn't hear my voice in the first part of the music. Wow, a desaster. But the music is good. Maybe they can vote for it because it's a very good composition.

After that, I rang around a little and it was nice. There is a nice party that happens every Tuesday near the place where I sang, in some stairs. Can you imagine a party on stairs? We have it just here. And it's veeeeery good, we have local music, beautifull people but...wooooow, loooooooots of marijuanas all around. I got a headache. Then I went away.


This place where I sang and where there was this "stairs party" is called Pelourinho. It's an old part of my city (Salvador), where lots of nobles and their slaves lived. The word Pelourinho reffers to a peace of wood that was in the middle of some squares and where slaves were punished and tortured because of their "bad behavior", in front of everybody else, so as all slaves could see the torture and be quiet.

Thanks God today we don't have slaves (at least, not officially) and Pelourinho for us is now just a nice place to rang out. An old part of the city, with antique and big houses, where black culture is very strong. That's why I saw so many rastas yesterday.


Rastafari are people who follow Rastafarianism, a religion or life philosophy from Jamaica, but I don't know that much about it. I know they use some dreads in their hairs, they use marijuana as a way to meditate and contact God (which I don't like very much) and they talk about peace and brotherhood. Here in Salvador we have a lot of rastafari. It was beautifull to see so many of them there, in Pelourinho. Some of them were quite handsome men. And the night was not that bad...