I’m sure she tells the story every time she sings. It’s a beautiful one. Singing Fado with her late father when she was just five years old. In Portugal we happened into a late night Fado dinner. We’d been told we needed to hear Fado while we were in the country, but I thought it would be too touristy. Maybe it was, but the songs were just beautiful.
It’s a type of traditional Portugease music that is moving. The performers sing in rich tones words that speak of loss, sadness, culture and family. It’s sad music.
I even bought a CD. That says something, though we were too happy to listen to it during the rest of the trip.
A little listen….