
Os três CDs traçam um vigoroso painel de sua trajetória
polimorfa. Do balanço jazzístico de Duke Ellington (Mood Indigo) ao despedaçado hino amoroso Ne Me Quitas Pas , do belga Jacques Brel, o pop chiclete dos Bee
Gees (To Love Somebody) e o libelo
próprio, de afirmação racial, To Be
Young, Gifted and Black. Ante uma audiência militar em Forte Dix , New
Jersey, em 1971, em plena Guerra do Vietnã, Nina solta a portentosa voz de
sacerdotisa gospel, num poema em que Deus é chamado de assassino, após
demolidores 18 minutos de My Sweet Lord,
de George Harrison. E a bordo
de sua emissão à flor da pele ainda eterniza temas díspares como I Put a Spell, Black is the Colour of my True´s Love Hair, Don´t Let Me Be Misunderstood, My
Man´s Gone Now e The Other Woman.
Faixas:
Mood Indigo; I Loves You, Porgy; My Baby Just Cares for Me; You Can Have Him;
Wild Is the Wind; Trouble in Mind; Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out;
When Malindy Sings/Swing Low Sweet Chariot; See- Line Woman; Pirate Jenny;
Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood; I Put a Spell On You; Ne Me Quitte Pas; Feeling
Good; Four Women; My Man's Gone Now; I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be
Free; To Love Somebody; Sunday in Savannah; Backlash Blues; Mississippi Goddam;
In the Morning; Ain't Got No-I Got Life; Do What You Gotta Do; Seems I'm Never
Tired of Loving You; Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues; The Times They Are A-
Changin'; Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season); The Other Woman;
I Think It's Going To Rain Today; Save Me; Revolution; To Be Young, Gifted and
Black; Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair; Westwind; Who Knows Where the
Time Goes; Suzanne; No Opportunity Necessary, No Experience Needed; Just Like a
Woman; Here Comes the Sun; Tanywey; Funkier Than a Mosquito's Tweeter; My Sweet
Lord/Today Is a Killer; Let It Be Me; Poppies; Mr. Bojangles; I Want a Little
Sugar in My Bowl; Nina; Zungo; Baltimore; A Single Woman; Ain't Got No-I Got
Life; Pirate Jenny; Don't You Pay Them No Mind; Milestones; Go To Hell;
Backlash Blues; Percussion/Drums/Clapping/Dancing; I Wish I Knew How It Would
Feel To Be Free; Precious Lord.
Fonte:
CartaCapital / Tárik de Souza
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