Hole in the Wall

Roberto Poveda wallows at El Hueco

All the funky new performance spaces in Little Havana dressed in tatters on Friday, December 15, to honor Saint Lazaro, otherwise known as Babalu Aye, the Afro-Cuban orisha of plague and healing. At El Hueco, the makeshift theater inside Ozone Video on SW Seventeenth Avenue, two empty chairs sat ominously alongside a table set for a tarot card reading. One block east at P.S. 742 on SW Sixteenth Avenue, the folklore company Ifé-Ilé danced like old men dying, backs bent and limbs jerking, hands flicking an imaginary whisk in circles across their bodies to clean the sores of leprosy. Further east and to the north, at lab6 on SW Sixth Street and Eleventh Avenue, a skeleton reclined in the middle of the exhibition space, draped in purple and flanked by Saint Lazaro's faithful dog.

Few spectators remained in the lab6 gallery at the midnight hour, even though December 16, not December 15, is truly Babalu Aye's day. Carlos Suarez de Jesus -- instigator of the annual celebrations of the saint by Miami's art-world underground along with his wife and collaborator, Vivian Marthell -- put his hand on the shoulder of a tall man beside the skeleton who might himself have been a messenger of death, dressed in black and wearing dark sunglasses. "I have a guitar," Suarez told Roberto Poveda, "in case you want to sing."

"Oh, I have my own guitar," Poveda assured him, and then went about the business of setting up his instrument and a small amplifier that he keeps in the trunk of his car at all times. Accompanying himself with spare percussive chords, he sang sad songs of lost love in an updated version of Cuban filin', a smoky late-night musical form that combines the courtly sentiment of traditional trova with the jagged instrumentation and anguished wails of the blues. Some of the gallery crawlers at lab6 sang along with Poveda's original lyrics, familiar with his work from his occasional gigs about town or from nights like these when the songwriter sets up a show at the slightest invitation. Intent listeners crouched beneath the painted cadavers that line the walls to hear him better as he scatted and whooped in pain. The 39-year-old troubadour knows a thing or two about symbolic death. On this feast of Saint Lazaro, he was hoping for his own redemption.

Steve Satterwhite

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9:00 p.m. on Friday, December 29. Admission is $5. Call 305-644-7272.
El Hueco, 705 SW 17th Ave.

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During an interview at El Hueco a few days after the feast of Babalu Aye, Poveda tells how he came to Miami three years ago from Colombia, where he had lived since leaving his native Havana in 1989. "I missed the worst years in Cuba," he says of the brutal "special period" that followed his departure, "but I had other things to live through." Brought to the United States by a U.S. label, the singer now finds himself unsigned and alone. "I remember standing in front of my house with tears in my eyes, thinking I had to leave to have any kind of future as a musician," he recalls bitterly. "Now I'm in exactly the same condition as I was then, but I'm far away from home. I could have stayed there and been a musician just the same as I'm doing here."

Poveda's future looked much brighter in 1996, when a representative of Peer Music took an interest in a demo he recorded in Bogotá. The label provided him with a visa for the United States and a living stipend from 1997 through 1999 but never released any of his music. "It was the same thing that always leads to a breakup," he explains. "Differences of artistic criteria." Still, he feels disillusioned by the process. "If we're going to do a project together," he complains, "if you're going to do a project with me, then let it be my project. And if nothing happens, nothing happens. But I found out it doesn't work that way. They told me: “You can't do what you want to do.'" After a pause he adds, "I'm grateful for all the help they gave me, but in the end I felt totally abandoned."

For Poveda debate about artistic criteria had been a matter for family and friends. His brother Donato Poveda, well-known as half of the Sony Music duo Donato y Esteban, introduced his apprentice to the rigors of composition and performance. "He is just fourteen months older than me, but he belonged to a group of friends who were very serious about music," the younger brother remembers. "They were all just sixteen, seventeen years old -- the oldest was not over twenty -- and they would meet in a park in our neighborhood called Santo Suarez that has a path running around it. The group would sit on one side of the path while one person would perform his songs on a bench on the other side of the path. Then they would criticize the song, the playing, the lyrics, whatever."

More interested in playing ball and goofing off than he was in music, Poveda nevertheless found himself drawn to a composition featured on the televised promotion for the Castro regime's Youth Festival of 1978. "There was this commercial where they would play a piece called “Te Doy una Canción' [“I Give You a Song']. Every time I heard it I would run into the house and watch how they played the chords," he says, positioning his fingers on air guitar. "Then one afternoon I was walking with a friend through the park on our way to chase girls or something and we passed my brother and his friends. The guitar was just laying on the bench, so I went over, picked it up, and started playing the song from television. I expected them to tell me to get off, to stop playing. But they all paid attention," he says, imitating them stroking their chins thoughtfully. "After that I joined them, singing and writing my own songs."

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