Buika’s smoky, throaty voice rises up from her superb new album, “El Ultimo Trago” (“The Last Drink”), and the names of other incredible singers pass through your mind.
Nina Simone. Miriam Makeba. Cesaria Evora. Mercedes Sosa. Amalia Rodrigues. Omara Portuondo. Buika is like none — and has taken all on board.
In “Trago,” the flexible, singular voice of Maria Concepcion Balboa Buika combines elements of Afro-Cuban, flamenco, pan-American, and even Arabic music in a set of emotional songs played live in the studio with an all-star lineup of world musicians. She both pays tribute to a personal idol and remakes the songs in her own spiritual and bodily image. Buika is from a world generation of musical totalizers who embrace all the musics in their heads, making words like fusion or crossover seem of-course and old-timey.
“Trago” is a gorgeous album, recorded with revered Cuban pianist Chucho Valdes and a trim, expressive band, with Spanish producer/guitarist Javier Limon. According to Limon, the entire recording took 11 straight hours for 14 tunes.
Buika, speaking by phone from her hotel in New York, says that “it was being in the right place at the right time and saying, ‘Yes!’ This is the secret of life!” (Let it be said, she is one demonstrative woman, speaking with such passion and drama that her helpers are worried she’ll blow her concert voice.) “It is magical!”
An understatement. Around only a few years, she has already garnered two Spanish Music Awards, two Latin Grammy nominations (for her third album, 2008’s “Nina de Fuego” or “Girl of Fire”), and an avalanche of devotional reviews. Despite her short career, she’s been included, rightly, in the much-listened-to NPR series “50 Great Voices,” rubbing sonic waves with Ella Fitzgerald, Carlos Gardel, and Howlin’ Wolf.
Partly, it’s her voice, more like a separate, gritty, nervy person than a bodily attribute; part is her wondrous interpretations (although she swears “I never think what I do when I do it, I just do it — if I think it, it dies”), which wrench unexpected depths from words and music; and part, surely, is the exquisite taste and historical awareness she shows in the tunes she selects. To love her music, you don’t need to know Spanish; you don’t need to know anything, you just need to know life.
“Trago” is a tribute album to far-worshipped singer Chavela Vargas on her 90th birthday. Born in Costa Rica, Chavela made her name in Mexico, singing rancheras and other kinds of popular song; her songs are known to almost anyone who speaks Spanish. The choice of Chavela says as much about Buika’s own astonishing life as it does about Chavela’s.
“Chavela to me was someone magical,” Buika says. “When I was little, my dad left, he went right out the front door, and never came back. For 20 years, my mom would play Chavela’s music and she was crying — she was crying for my father, but she didn’t want to cry in front of us. So she made it seem like it was the music. And now I can give back something to this wonderful Chavela and all the composers of these songs of my life.”
What a life. Buika was born in 1972 in Palma de Mallorca, Spain. Her parents settled there after fleeing the repressive regime in Equatorial Guinea in Africa. She grew up in the only black family anywhere, with Roma and European neighbors.
“We were the unique black family all around for many years,” she says, “which was tough sometimes and a lot of fun sometimes. You feel strange because you are the only girl like you in the cinema, the supermarket, the school. When I was a little girl, I didn’t know if I was beautiful or not. What is my hair? What is my color? Tina Turner, that’s why she helped me a lot, like a big sister. She was in my room with me alone. And Whitney, too.”
This daughter of African parents grew up speaking Spanish, listening to coplas, flamenco, bolero, ranchera, Roma music, Latin American folk, Cuban jazz, Pat Metheny, and American pop. Somehow, she became a Tina Turner impersonator in Las Vegas, got discovered, and here we are.
When she sings, she snaps a sinuous whip of notes, reaching back through flamenco for its Arabo-Spanish origins. To her, however, this isn’t mixing musics or crossing any boundaries. She’s a totalizer, generation 2010: All music is music.
“No,” she says to genres. “If you listen to different styles of music — jazz, blues, rock, Spanish, American traditional — always it’s talking about the same thing: ‘I want to be loved, I want you to understand, I want to show you my interior.’”
These are time-honored songs with the poetic intensity of tradition. In the title tune, by composer Jose Alfredo Jimenez Sandoval, the “Woody Guthrie of Mexican music,” a lover drinks with a stranger to forget a lost love:
How hard to have to forget you
Without thinking you no longer love me
The years have taught me nothing
Always I fall into the same mistakes
Again toasting with strangers
And crying over the same griefs
The fabulous “Ciudades” (“Cities”), also by Sandoval, bristles with unexpected images:
I tried to love you
and your love was not fire, was not light;
distances separate cities,
cities destroy customs.
I told you goodbye
and you asked me never forget you;
I told you goodbye
and I felt once more the strange strength of your love.
And my whole soul was covered with ice
and my whole body filled with cold
and I was on the verge of changing your world,
of changing your world for my own world.
With Valdes on very sensitive piano, Buika sings “Ciudades” in a way that pays tribute to a famous song yet delivers it as if it had never been sung before. It’s impossible to describe the fire with which she sings “Y mi alma completa / se me cubrio de hielo” (“And my whole soul was covered in ice”).
In “Vamonos” (“Let’s Go”), the last, perfect close of “El Ultimo Trago,” the lyrics speak of love defiant in the midst of difference, redolent with the clash of class, race, and passion:
We are not equals
Your life and mine will be lost
I’m low class, you’re the better sort
Two such different beings cannot love
But ... I don’t understand this stuff about social class
I want you and love you
Let’s go where no one judges us
Where no one tells us we’re doing wrong ...
Where there’s no justice, no law, nothing but our love ...
It’s hard — especially when she triumphantly sings, “Vamonos donde nadie nos juzgue” (“Let’s go where no one judges us”) — not to hear this as a comment on Buika’s own life, on Chavela’s, on the mixture we all are, living in a unifying mix of musics.
“We know everything,” Buika says, almost singing it into the phone. “We are everything. To spend your life on one thing when you’ve been around thousands of years, this is a waste of time. When a girl is crying in China because she’s sad, it’s the same cry as the girl who’s sad in New York. I feel I am singing for both. From the heart of all of us. What we have to know is that we are magic; art is the only religion for the people of the world. All the rest of the religions separate us — but the religion of art unifies.”
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