Maria Pia De Vito: in the laboratory of “Buarqueana”

The line crackles from time to time. I am in Paris; she is in Rome. “Can you hear me?” she asks, laughing at the fact that the Wi-Fi is “as capricious as certain verses by Chico.” Once the audio stabilizes, Maria Pia De Vito’s voice comes through clearly, without embellishment – warm and direct, with that unmistakable artisanal quality you recognize immediately, because she never wastes time showing off. I tell her that I’ve listened to the album and that “Buarqueana” is surprising precisely because it is not a mannered tribute. It isn’t the usual “singing Chico”; it doesn’t imitate Brazilian cadence or try to sidestep it. It points straight to the core: the word. “For me, the word comes before the note,” she says at once, as if locating the fixed point from which everything begins. Neapolitan, like Brazilian Portuguese, is not merely local color or folklore – it […]