Review of Bielefeld concert

Elis & Catherine

Hello everybody!

We received a beautiful concert review in the German newspaper “Neue Westfälische” about our concert in Bielefeld. We did our best in translating it to English ;) Huge thanks to Ralf Bittner for the nice article!

Here’s the original:

And our translation:

This is how the sun tastes
Brazilian atmosphere: The duo Elis & Catherine brings South American ease with guitar and cello in the biergarten of the Neue Schmiede

Softly and warmly the tones of the cello float across the balmy summer evening. Catherine Bent paints the strings with her bow, carrying her instrument gently in her arms. Then Elis Roseira’s guitar arrives, with clarity and ease. “Mãos abertas“ (Open Hands) is the name of the wonderful Bossa nova with which the duo opens their concert in the garden of the Neue Schmiede.

The show had been billed as a “concert in the bar“; however, because of the weather, it was moved outside. A good decision, because the duo “Elis & Catherine” attracted so many listeners that additional chairs and benches had to be hastily located. What the spectators experienced during the following two hours was a musical journey of two virtuoso instrumentalists, passing through the rhythms and styles of Brazilian music.

Their program includes pieces of great Brazilian composers like Antônio Carlos Jobim, Milton Nascimento, Ernesto Nazareth and Chico Buarque, and the duo’s own compositions. The big picture is enriched with folk music from the Americas, African rhythms and European dances. Not only are different influences combined in the music; also the musicians live on both sides of the Atlantic. Bent comes from London and lives in the USA; Roseira comes from Germany and lives in Munich, but is often in Boston and Rio de Janeiro. 2015 saw the release of their first CD “Um Gosto de Sol” from which the show takes its name. Bent has just released her new CD in conjunction with other Brazilian musicians: “Ideal”, an album of original compositions paying tribute to varied Brazilian musical styles.

The opening Bossa nova comes from the CD “Ideal” and despite all its delicacy is so strong that the audience is transported in a dream from Bielefeld to Rio. Bent’s bowed and plucked cello paints with deep and pulsating liveliness. Not merely a priming coat, it alternately grooves and sings empathetically.

Roseira’s finely accented guitar fits naturally in the rather unusual combination of cello and guitar. The guitarist also takes on the vocals as a third instrument, at times condensing the essence of the songs, commenting, or providing counterpoint. The songs treat of big feelings or declarations of love. Fun is the essence of “Tico Tico”, a song about a small bird who tries over and over again to nibble from a cake. The quick “Brejeiro” becomes a living musical struggle between European erudite style and Brazilian popular play. And quite programmatic is the piece with the unusual title “Som do Seilerei“ (Sound of the Ropery).

Like different strands of a rope, different musical traditions gather here—as much reggae as march music—with some frustration in the efforts to join it all in a harmonious whole. The duo manages this very well throughout, as indicated by the applause at the end.”

São Paulo

Oi galera! Hi everyone! I’m in São Paulo for a couple of weeks, staying on the border of the Pinheiros and Vila Madelena neighborhoods. In one direction you have gated mansions and in the other it’s vibrantly bohemian, bursting with street art and homespun enterprises, and an absurd array of restaurants of all cuisines. Like Rio, it’s hilly, but the energy and atmosphere is very different, perhaps because there is no beach! and also because as a commercial center there is a greater international influence.
I played a nice choro gig at the invitation of the wonderful Trio Capitu, at JazzB. Besides that, I came with no agenda except to get to know some of the city and its culture.
Every concert I went to was high quality—too many to mention—but two outstanding ones were Alexandre Ribeiro and Swami Jr playing choro and originals at the SESC Ipiranga, and Yaniel Mato’s Mani Padme trio jazz originals and improvising in a profoundly connected way at the gorgeous Casa de Francisco. Those were both in the same night and involved a complicated choreography of Metrô, Uber, and getting lost on foot in a rather dangerous part of the Centro, where some months ago a lot of unlucky people and crack addicts were evicted from their living quarters and have taken to the streets. My friend (and accomplished clarinetist) Bia Stutz and I have had plenty of experience together getting lost in foreign cities (Munich, for instance) and with the help of a few friendly bar owners closing up shop, tudo deu certo. Then I discovered my new favorite cachaça (ironically with a German name, which indicates it’s from the south of Brazil): Weber Haus organic, aged (envelhecida) in barrels of amburana wood. It was the perfect chave de ouro on a lovely evening of music and friendship.
Other wonderful things that have happened:
A concert and vegetarian risotto both prepared by 7-string guitarist and composer Anderson Chizzolini, who lives in the interior of São Paulo and was invited by a community of artists including multi-instrumentalist Bruno Menegatti, who recently opened a theater called Zona Franca, in the Bixiga neighborhood (though the real estate agents call it Bela Vista). After the concert and before second helpings of risotto, some friends and I had a little roda de choro e forró, jamming in the theater space while toddlers and adults mingled and sipped wine.
Visiting the studio of luthiers Fabio Vanini and Adam Bahrami, and seeing their work on instruments—respectively—in the European and folkloric traditions.
Having a dance lesson from my lovely host Anna Turriani, who taught me how to be the “cavalheiro” in forró. Just the basics—and I sometimes get my feet mixed up—but this gives life more options! Also having the chance to be led by her once on the gafieira dance floor, which opened up another world of dance that I am eager to discover.
Practicing cello under the fruit trees in the garden (on the days that it was above 15C) with the company of a darling 8-month old German shepherd named Clementina.
Finding the subterranean shoemaker “Fascinante” (who intelligently places vitrines of his creations up on the street, bait for the likes of me). I bought two pairs of amazing shoes for the stage, which you’ll just have to wait to see for yourself in my next shows with Elis……

Concert review in Bavarian newspaper

Intimate pearls of Song

IMPROVISATION Pieces in a new fashion, unusual instruments, changes in programme – the Jazzweekend is good for variety.
by Juan Martin Koch, MZ

Catherine Bent of the duo Elis & Catherine from Munich, consisting of the distinctive combination of guitar and cello, and mostly dedicated to Brazilian music. Photos:

REGENSBURG. The art of heralded surprise: this is how you could perhaps paraphrase one of the features that make good jazz. […]

[reviews of several weekend events]

[…] So in sauntering into the courtyard of “Amore, Vino & Amici” one came across Elis Roseira and Catherine Bent. The two musicians devote to Brazilian music their distinctive combination of guitar and cello, guitarist Elis Roseira also undertaking the vocal part. The pearls of a song of Chico Buarque (“A Mais Bonita”), for example, are distilled into their essence; they palpably benefit from the intimacy of the duo.

Catherine Bent is an exceptionally skillful cellist, who plays not so much in the foreground yet paints a fine cello-line contour to the whole. Elis Roseira proves that one does not need a gigantic voice in order to bring this repertory to life. Jobim’s ¾-meter Bossa “Chovendo na Roseira” is almost inscribed to her name, but even a Dylan classic such as “You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go” (the version by Madeleine Peyroux seems to be the forerunner here) works wonderfully in this setting.

[other reviews of other events]


This is a translation of the newspaper article that appeared on 07/11/16 in the “Mittelbayerische Zeitung”, p. 38.
German online version:


Catherine’s journey through Brazil – part 2 Rio de Janeiro

Rio, a city whose c­harms and curses can’t be easily summed up. Here, I have heard the very best and the worst. Had my limits repeatedly confronted and my patience challenged….and rewarded over and over. Rio has me under its spell.

Every time I arrive in Rio I feel even more at home than the previous year. The body of the city by now is familiar – the neighborhoods, the smells, the breathtaking views, and the ubiquitous sound of samba. But things shift in the musical landscape: the little bar that I used to play in every week one year may have given over to some less attractive format, or stopped music altogether. The restaurant where I went to play every Saturday would now feel repellently loud. Or a person will invite me to something where I discover a whole new group of musicians – another room in my musical house, its doors and windows tantalizingly suggesting other places, sounds, personal connections.

The night I arrived I went to a roda de choro (jam session) where I met some old friends and some new ones,roda de choro including a violinist and a clarinetist who had musical personalities that made me feel welcome.

The next day was occupied with one of my favorite games which I call “Going Shopping for Things I Can’t Name”. This round was played for plug adaptors, coat hangers and a lampshade. Success was elusive but eventually mine.


Trapiche Gamboa

Second night I went to a samba club called Trapiche Gamboa, in an 18th century warehouse building (whose walls are really made with whale oil). This is a gorgeous space three stories high with stained glass windows, tiled walls and floor, an immense chandelier, and consistently the best examples of the Brazilian musical styles – choro, samba, jongo and more. This evening was forró and we were there to dance. But tonight was extra special because Hermeto Pascoal was in the crowd. I went and talked to him for a bit and told him that we play a lot of his music in Boston. He was very warm, and seemed pleased to hear it! Later he got up with the band and did a spirited call-and-response. Those of us there had been touched by something very special.

Far from relaxing into a slow-southern kind of pace, I arrive in Rio at a sprint. My body (and the number of hours in the day) are given a run for their money by my interests. inspirationI dash around full-tilt for a week, attending several concerts each day, rodas de choro, nights out dancing. But I might suddenly crash, need to shut it all out for a day or two, to stay in no matter what day it is or what delights I’m missing. Over a couple of months I feel changes in myself; I start to adjust and let myself be carried by the flow. I’ve learned some basics of Carioca survival: take naps, stay home if it rains, and don’t make promises for later!

Catherine’s journey through Brazil – part 1 Pernambuco

Catherine travels to Brazil every summer to experience more and more of the diverse musical culture of this country and its people.
In our website’s blog section she’ll share some of her impressions and stories from this year’s trip starting with her journey to Pernambuco..

Olinda with Recife skyline“This is my first time in Pernambuco, and I came here curious to learn about its culture! I’m staying in the historic part of Olinda, literally surrounded by churches and monasteries that were destroyed by the Dutch in the early 17th century and rebuilt soon after by the Portuguese. I walked up the hill to take in the magnificent views (the Recife skyline and all these little hills and churches in between, and of course the ocean, beckoning to a tropical paradise).
On top I ate tapioca (a kind of crepe) with shrimp, and bought some woodcuts of local scenes from a man who showed me pictures of his family and some old newspaper articles written about him and his work.

I went by bus to Recife and walked to the Paço do Frevo, where I took in a great lunchtime concert where could check out the similarities and differences between choro and this local style – march music on steroids! Pratos típicosOn the top floor of the museum they have banners from local frevo blocos from many years of Carnaval. I met some friends who happened to be in town and had lunch – a feast of local specialties: casquinha de siri, caldo de camarão, queijo coalho, aipim frito as silky as tofu pillows, interesting pimenta jellies and honey to put on them, and of course a bottle of ice-cold Original, all while overlooking the ocean.


On Saturday night a friend Roda de Choro at Bar Retalhosof a friend took me to a roda de choro at Bar Retalhos, in Recife. It was the birthday of the 7-string guitarist, Bozó, and the place was packed. After about an hour of burning choro from the house quartet, Bozó invited me up to play a tune, and kept me there for five more. Playing with these musicians felt collaborative, friendly, the way it does when the roda de choro is at its best; I am learning the ways as I try to contribute what I know and feel.

After playing I chatted with people in the bar, including a couple who were professors of violin and cello at the State University of Pernambuco. I found much common ground with these nice, creative people, given our classical training and our interest in local folkloric music. On Monday I went to their University and gave some chamber music coaching and an informal workshop on choro.

Maracatú practice in OlindaI have also seen: a Maracatú rehearsal in Olinda’s Praça do Carmo, a fantastic exhibit of Carnaval “Mamulengos” and the art of animating these dolls in improvised stories, Abilio Sobral’s store with hundreds of percussion and string instruments that he has made, and a nightclub packed full of people all dancing in unison to a band playing a steamy gumbo of samba and reggae at deafening volume.


Although with different flavorsMamulengos and accents, this experience has been very typical of my other travels in Brazil – arriving with no expectations, and the revelation of interesting activities and human connections. One of the most profound experiences I had: returning from a long run up the coast, I stopped at an area where there were hundreds of abandoned cats, and talked for an hour to a woman who was feeding them. When she could, she would take some of them to be fixed, but unlike in Rio there is no program that offers free neutering to stray animals. She cried when telling me about the cats. We didn’t want anything from each other; we were two strangers bound together in a moment, finding words to express things that were meaningful to us, and when words failed, simply allowing the sentiments to take hold.”