Folklore (or lore) consists of legends, music, oral history, proverbs, jokes, popular beliefs, fairy tales, stories, tall tales, and customs that are the traditions of a culture, subculture, or group. It is also the set of practices through which those expressive genres are shared. The study of folklore is sometimes called folkloristics. The word "folklore" was first used by the English antiquarian William Thoms in a letter published in the London journal The Athenaeum in 1846. In usage, there is a continuum between folklore and mythology. Stith Thompson made a major attempt to index the motifs of both folklore and mythology, providing an outline into which new motifs can be placed, and scholars can keep track of all older motifs.
Folklore can be divided into four areas of study: artifact (such as voodoo dolls), describable and transmissible entity (oral tradition), culture, and behavior (rituals). These areas do not stand alone, however, as often a particular item or element may fit into more than one of these areas.
Haydée Mercedes Sosa (9 July 1935 – 4 October 2009), known as La Negra (literally: The Black One), was an Argentine singer who was popular throughout South America and many countries outside the continent. With her roots in Argentine folk music, Sosa became one of the preeminent exponents of nueva canción. She gave voice to songs written by both Brazilians and Cubans. She was best known as the "voice of the voiceless ones".
Sosa performed in venues such as the Lincoln Center in New York City, the Théâtre Mogador in Paris and the Sistine Chapel in Vatican City, as well as sell-out shows in New York's Carnegie Hall and the Roman Coliseum during her final decade of life. Her career spanned four decades and she has been the recipient of several Grammy awards and nominations, including three nominations which will be decided posthumously. She served as an ambassador for UNICEF.
Sosa was born on 9 July 1935, in San Miguel de Tucumán, in the northwestern Argentine province of Tucumán, of mestizo, French, and Quechua Amerindian ancestry. In 1950, at age fifteen, she won a singing competition organized by a local radio station and was given a contract to perform for two months. She recorded her first album, La Voz de la Zafra, in 1959. A performance at the 1965 Cosquín National Folklore Festival -where she was introduced and brought to the scene while seating among the public by fellow folk singer Jorge Cafrune-, brought her to the attention of her native countrypeople.
Cecilia Bracamonte Chocano is a Peruvian singer born in Lima, Peru November 22, 1948. Her singer career spans more than forty years.
Carlos Gardel (11 December 1890 – 24 June 1935) was a singer, songwriter and actor, and is perhaps the most prominent figure in the history of tango. The unerring musicality of Gardel's baritone voice and the dramatic phrasing of his lyrics made miniature masterpieces of his hundreds of three-minute tango recordings. Together with lyricist and long-time collaborator Alfredo Le Pera, Gardel wrote several classic tangos.
Gardel died in an airplane crash at the height of his career, becoming an archetypal tragic hero mourned throughout Latin America. For many, Gardel embodies the soul of the tango style. He is commonly referred to as "Carlitos", "El Zorzal" (The Song Thrush), "The King of Tango", "El Mago" (The Magician) and "El Mudo" (The Mute).
Gardel was born to an unmarried woman, laundress Berthe Gardes; the baby registered under the name Charles Romuald Gardes in Toulouse, France, on 11 December 1890, although many Uruguayans argue that he was born earlier in Tacuarembó, Uruguay. The father of the baby boy is unknown. His mother traveled from France to the Rio de la Plata area because of the Tierra del Fuego gold rush. Gardel lived in Argentina from the age of two, and three decades later he acquired Argentine citizenship in 1923. He grew up in the Abasto neighborhood of Buenos Aires. He attended Pio IX Industrial high-school located in the Almagro neighborhood of Buenos Aires.
Violeta del Carmen Parra Sandoval (4 October 1917 – 5 February 1967) was a Chilean composer, songwriter, folklorist, ethnomusicologist and visual artist. She set the basis for "Chilean' New Song", La Nueva Canción chilena, a renewal and a reinvention of Chilean folk music which would absorb and extend its influence far beyond Chile.
Parra was born in San Carlos, province of Ñuble, a small town in southern Chile on October the 4, 1917. She was involved in the progressive movement and the Communist Party of Chile. She revived the Peña (now known as La Peña de Los Parra), a community center for the arts and for political activism. Some think she established the first 'peña' but according to the records of the Royal Academy of Spanish Language, places such as these had been called that since 1936 (RAE).
Violeta Parra was a member of the prolific Parra family. Among her brothers were the notable modern poet, better known as the "anti-poet", Nicanor Parra and fellow folklorist Roberto Parra. Her son, Ángel Parra, and her daughter, Isabel Parra, are also important figures in the development of the Nueva Canción Chilena. Their children have also mostly maintained the family's artistic traditions.
the tried to take complete control
they tried to keep us locked away
thought they brought silence to the world
they tried to take our voice away
and when all hope faded away
the child cried out and we were saved
we found our voices on that day
took back our voices on that day
we found our voices on that day
took back our voices on that day
we took the war to their front door
wouldn't be silenced anymore
took back the rights they stole away
never alone never afraid
never alone never afraid
took back our voices on that day
we can't be silenced anymore
Flat Car wore an old top hat
Always looking out for the rhyme
Born in Okemah on the 4th of July
Right place just the wrong time
Just the wrong time
Satellites flying through the western sky
Signals falling down like rain
Digital pipeline stealing the night
Flat Car hopping a train
Hopping a train
Ride a few hard miles through the southern yard
Going nowhere slow and taking it hard
Ain't no life for a decent soul
Ain't no future in the long ago friend
Ain't no future in the long ago
Write a tired little poem
About a rambling rose
White port until you're about tight
Wearing thrift store shoes
And dead man's clothes
Sleeping on the ground tonight honey
On the ground tonight
Worse than some and better than most
Learn to play the guitar
Just to rile that old ghost
Hang your wire on an old fence post
I'm sleeping with my tall boots on honey
I'm sleeping with my tall boots on
I've seen your mouth moving, heard others here say,
Those words are a piece of a part that you played
That sounds like your father, a teacher, the church
Didn't spring from the heart, but research
The only way I learn is put the fist in and get burned
Go get burned
Old wives, mystics, hearsay
Wise men, rich men, shamen and sage
When you're meek on the Earth, when you die you will pay
For accepting that lot, in the cheapest of graves
The sexes divided, men mustn't be weak
Sensitivity is a vice of which we shan't speak
And women are a plaything that are just made for men
To treat how the boss he respects treats him
And I am going to grow up like daddy wanted me to be
To impress all those, who so impressed me
And young boys melt into men
And we'll start the process again
Add a touch of mystique where the writing gets weak
Break up coherence with a cut-cut-cut up technique
When you've got nothing to say
Shut up or show that you're willing to play
With words that simply aren't out of touch
With the genuine feelings which lead to their birth
Most things are better not written or heard
When you open your mouth, out drops a turd
Hey you, will you be true
When you can see through what I do
Feel the pain in your brain, insane
Will I see my name in your scars
And you will see what you mean to me
Last between the lines
Do you feel the need
When the night comes down
And when the night comes down
A father is waiting
And you will see what you mean to me
Lost control and called your name
Left a home in the pouring rain
In a sea of guilt and shame
I can't believe you need me
I never thought would be needed for anything
I can't believe my shoulder would carry such important weight
As your head and your tears
I can't believe you chose me, in all my fragility, me
It hurts so much when I love you, it makes me cry
Every time
You, you are, oh you are
The little boy made for me in the stars
In the star, that's why I can't let you go
The little boy made for mi in the stars
That's why I love you more the further I go
And before this existence you were always there
Waiting for me
You are, you are the realest thing I know
Hands down
The realest thing I know
I am not used to being carried
Or being able to carry a pretty song
I have been bruised by my many trails
Sometimes my skin's so thick it's frail
I just need to be ignored 'til I wake up to the beauty that is yours
And it all comes to life so suddenly
This is a place so deep, the water's so deep I hesitate, cause
All the energy it takes to feel this power
I tend to run, I tend to hide, I tend to scream 'til I find you and I know I
got you
I know, I know, I know
You're the little boy made for me in the stars
In the stars, that's why I can't let you go
The little boy made for me in the stars
That's why I love you more the further I go
And before this existence you were always here
Inside of me
You are, you are the realest thing I know
Hands down...the realest thing I know
I'm sliding on the rainbows of my childhood dreams
I'm sliding on the rainbows of my childhood dreams
When you carry me, when you carry me, when you carry me
It's so happy
I'm sliding on the rainbows of my childhood dreams
I'm sliding on the rainbows of my childhood dreams