To fully understand Fado, one must understand a little of Portuguese history: in Lisbon, the part of the city known as Alfama, (where we are staying) was originally the homes of fishermen.
Being a fisherman meant not only back-breaking work, but also a sixty to seventy percent chance you were going to die at sea.
Fado are songs of love and loss, deeply dramatic, songs that were originally sung in cheap bars and by women of the night, many - undoubtedly- widows trying to make a living while grieving their loss.
Today, Fado is everywhere in Alfama. From the tiniest restaurant with six tables, to large clubs - what is a constant are the performances of the vocalists.
Watching a performer lean against a wall, close their eyes and seemingly rip open their rib cage to show you their hearts with their voices - moves me to tears every time.
There are many different categories of Fado, some are light and bouncy, but they are all performed with complete abandon.
I have never quite seen anything like this, and I’ve heard a lot of singing.
No microphones, mostly no stage, just a wall, two guitars, and just - emotions poured out through a voice.
Holding my love and being held by him while taking in these performances has been magical. And yes, the magic rubbed off on our friends too. 🥰
Thank you for the beautiful photo
@adamwiener ! Here’s to another 30 plus years of love and friendship.
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