On Pablo, Nueva Trova,
and the politics of music in Cuba
Illuminating recent interview with
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http://www.mail-archive.com/marxism@lists.panix.com/msg23270.html
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“Another seminal incident along the road to acceptance for Cuban gays
occurred in 1996.
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Chicago Tribune April
19, 2001
Revolution grown old
By Achy Obejas. Tribune staff reporter. April 19, 2001
As soon as the curtains rustled on the stage at the sold-out House of
Blues on Monday night, the crowd began to chant. At first, it was a murmur but
then it segued into something smoother, more like a canticle: "
Author of hundreds of songs,
On Monday night, however, it was not Cubans chanting, but Argentines,
Chileans, Venezuelans and hundreds of other Latin Americans, all reverently waiting
for Milanes for more than an hour. They knew all the
songs but sang them hushed, almost like church hymns.
That his fans sung out his birthplace rather than his name in welcome is
part of his myth: Milanes, a singer-songwriter who
could probably stand on the Magnificent Mile in total anonymity, is a towering
figure in Latin American music but he is, more than anything, a personification
of the Cuban revolution, with all its beauty, horror and contradiction.
That identification comes less from traditional patriotism than from the
wellspring of idealism inspired by the early days of the Cuban revolution -- an
idealism that took wing in countries far from the island, particularly in
places such as Chile and Argentina, where military dictatorships brutally
resisted the utopian dreams younger generations believed were coming true in
Cuba and wanted to impose in their countries.
During those times -- the '60s and '70s -- Milanes
helped nurture dual musical movements: Nueva Trova in
Milanes' own palette has
always been broader, exploring variations of the Cuban son, experimenting with
the ballad-based filin style and making occasional
excursions into jazz. His voice is a versatile tenor with a rare tenderness and
a seemingly effortless way with a song. Milanes has
always been vocally seductive, possibly the best male singer to come out of
At the peak of his powers, he not only wrote songs that have become
standards but often took poems by others, especially Nicolas Guillen, the revolution's poet laureate, and made them
popular songs, not just on the streets but sometimes, in Cuba-friendly
countries such as Mexico, even occasional radio hits.
What was perhaps ironic 30 years ago, however, may seem cynical now.
While standing atop a movement that portrayed itself as spontaneous and
grassroots, Milanes was -- and remains -- an official
singer of the Cuban revolution, both in terms of his nurturing as a member of
various government-supported ensembles as well as his public posture. And his
repertoire has been a reflection of
In other words, while Milanes has written
about issues as far ranging as embracing Cubans in exile and acceptance of
same-sex romance, he has done so less as a maverick than as a follower of the
official Cuban line.
His apologia for homosexuality, "El Pecado
Original," for example, came well after the Oscar-nominated Cuban film
"Strawberry and Chocolate" made it possible to talk publicly about
being gay in Cuba -- a subject that had certainly been closed before that to Milanes, a former inmate in the notorious labor camps in the mid-'60s which were set up to
"re-educate" gays and other "social deviants."
At his Chicago show, Milanes' adherence to
Cuba's variable official policies came into bold relief with two of the
evening's most well-received songs: the beautiful "Exodo,"
a stunning call to reconciliation among Cubans from his new album, and the show
finishing "Amo Esta Isla," a 20-year-old anthem that essentially condemned
the wave of exiles who left the island in the 1980 Mariel
boatlift.
At Monday's show, Milanes' repertoire played
out
The real exception is one called "Dias de Gloria" ("Days
of Glory"), from the new album of the same name, in which the older,
perhaps exhausted revolutionary sings (originally in Spanish): "The days
of glory have passed me by/ I didn't notice/ Only memory reminds me of what
once was/ I live with ghosts/ who feed my dreams/ and false promises/ that
don't bring back/ the days of glory/ that I once had."
Like the revolution itself perhaps, Milanes on
Monday night seemed more like a neutered house cat, remembering a life long ago
as a lion or tiger, feral and fierce.