The Brazilian Tragicomedy Of Tom Zé
On a stiflingly hot Brazilian summer afternoon, I’m in the São Paulo apartment of a man whom the international press has called a cultural cannibal, a revolutionary anarchist, a mad scientist, a rebel master and a Brazilian madman. “Europe calls me ‘dada,’ the United States calls me ‘odd,’ ‘weirdo,’ and all these names which mean misguided,” says Tom Zé, grinning wryly when asked about his iconoclasm. “There is an exacerbated attempt to classify everything in sight. They have to fit me somewhere, don’t they?”
His answer, I confess, makes me feel a bit silly, but I couldn’t have avoided the question. Not while sitting in front of this vigorous 70-year-old man, whose recorded output reflects his abundant energy. Physically and musically, Zé is still in great shape: he’s animated, agile and verbally formidable. His face shows no signs of fatigue, even after 40 years in the trenches of a singular musical style so daring and fearless that, in 1960s Brazil, not even the cannibalistic Tropicália movement understood him.
Persistently experimental, from the beginning of his career Zé has established a restless tradition of manipulating elements from Brazilian music and international pop and rock. A voracious provocateur, in his lyrics Zé resorts to nonsense, biting wit and a very peculiar sense of humor. His good-natured nonconformity can be exemplified in “Complexo de Épico” (“Epic Complex”), from the album Todos os Olhos (All The Eyes, 1973), where he mocks the blasé aura of his contemporaries:
Every Brazilian composer
suffers from a complex
Why then this darn habit
this concern of speaking so seriously
of being so serious, of playing
so seriously, of loving so seriously?
Oh, dear God, go do that in hell!
TROPICÁLIA’S WILD CHILD
Despite an unavoidable association with Tropicália—the ’60s Brazilian music/cultural movement that arose as a reaction against social and political apathy as well as shallow pop pabulum (and was heavily censured by the right-wing dictatorship as a result)—Zé distances himself from the label today, despite appearing on the cover of Tropicalia album/manifesto Ou Panis et Circensis with the movement’s leaders, and despite serving two jail terms for his art. “During Tropicalismo I practically didn’t make any music. It wasn’t a very productive phase for me. I did what I did, but I wasn’t part of it when it started to become serious,” he says.
During the ’70s, when the Brazilian dictatorship was tough as ever and the Tropicalia movement ended, Zé proceeded with his kaleidoscopic experiments, feeding his “voracious curiosity,” he says. While his contemporaries from Brazil’s Bahia region—Gilberto Gil and Caetano Veloso—smoothed out their sounds to become the leading lights of MPB (Brazilian Popular Music), Zé followed a musical path that was daring and increasingly uncommercial.
“They were consistently making music within the mainstream, within beauty,” he explains. “I was making a sort of madness that was not called music. I was making ugly music, which was starting to be more and more interesting. I wasn’t making contemplative music, I was throwing line and bait to the audience’s cognition.”