Gilberto Gil
Sun-Priest of Tropicalia's Electric Roots
I play the world like a guitar—Bahia to London and back.
My music was never just mine—it carries the drum of candomblé, the cry of the accordion, and the clash of politics and poetry. I sang freedom when the generals tried to silence it. I came back with reggae in my blood and sun in my voice. I served the people as Minister, but always as a musician first.
What I'm Into: electric berimbau, London fog with a guitar, sacred chants, Avenida Paulista after dark, my people's pulse
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