Eubioticamente atraídos
sucata: a long crazy night
Historic Press
SUCATA: A LONG CRAZY NIGHT
Última Hora, October 11, 1968
“This is way out of line, get out, get out!” The lady kept on shouting when she suddenly noticed she was part of the show. The lights were alternating from the stage to the public. Meanwhile, Caetano Veloso in his peculiar calmness kept smiling and the crowd was divided at Sucata nightclub: some were indifferent, others applauded intensely, deliriously. Up to that moment, the people who watched the shows of Caetano, Gil and Os Mutantes had been reacting peacefully. They would either applaud or leave astonished and overwrought.
The Brazilian Traditional Music fanatics were raising their shields to defend our samba: “This is insane, a debauch, it is the empire of sub-music, where are we gonna go from here?”, they frantically shouted to the fanatic Tropicalistas who were annoyingly crooning É Proibido Proibir and Caminhante Noturno.
Ricardo Amaral listens to it with a smile on the face: Sucata has been crowded since it all started. “Let them complain, they always end up coming”, says him, not only the boss but, now, also a fan: everyday he cheerfully watches the show. So does Carlinhos de Oliveira.
But not even the ingenious Carlinhos de Oliveira could imagine the result of yesterday’s happening. The same lady above mentioned, as she felt part of the show, embarrassingly threw herself into the arms of her companion and started a love scene which would fit better on a Roger Vadim’s film. And it all happened on the spot. And the show kept going on, on stage and audience.
During the night’s last performance, Gilberto Gil was singing Bat Macumba, when the lady herself got up and continued her insults: “Get off, impostor, this is commercialism”, but Gil could not care less and the lady, who was about 28 years old, lost control of herself and started her “war chant”: “Bicha” (Fag), to which she was immediately followed in chorus not only by Gil, but also by Caetano and Os Mutantes, who improvised: “Bi-cha, Bi-cha-cha, Bi-bi-cha-cha”, immediately contaminating everyone at the nightclub who followed clapping hands: “Bi-cha, Bi-cha-cha, Bi-bi-cha-cha”. It was a must!