Teresa Salgueiro: Vocals/
Pedro Ayres Magalhaes: Classical guitar/
Carlos Maria Trindade: Keyboard synthesizer/
Jose Peixoto: Classical Guitar/
Fernando Judice: Acoustic bass guitar/
Old members: Rodrigo Leao/ Francisco Ribeiro/Gabriel Gomes
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Let us then speak of a journey.
We already know how it all began. The luminous, delicate days, the days of anticipation, the days of certainty still linger in the memory. The moment when, about fifteen years ago, two musicians set forth to find a common destiny, to make true a dream that burned inside them, and yet wasn't found on the music they were creating separately. In those freewheeling days and nights of 1985, Pedro Ayres Magalhaes and Rodrigo Leao were merely chasing the noblest and most common of all dreams: to create the music that haunted them inside, a fragile, ideal sound made of acoustic guitars and so much feeling, so near and yet thought unreachable.
Those were the early days. Those were the days of Madredeus.
This music's long journey found a definitive form when the voice was found. Teresa Salgueiro was the perfect heart for the group's melodies and words. When the first album -- 1987's "Os Dias da Madredeus", recorded at the Xabregas Convent church -- was released, many realised they were witnessing something unique and universal. Serene, ethereal songs, carrying a whispering, almost secret "Portugueseness", songs we all knew but whose shape we'd never been able to imagine, presented first to a circle of friends and only later, almost shyly, opening for concerts by Sétima Legiao.
The Portuguese received them warmly and spontaneously; the opinions were split evenly between passionate fascination and quasi-religious reverence. It was then understood the extraordinary journey of Madredeus had begun...
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
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