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Tropical Diaspora Records

Bugiganga Tropical Vol.4 by Izzy Gordon, Carlos Casemiro, Renato Gama, Valerie and Ben Turner • PRE-ORDER in production

Bugiganga Tropical Vol.4 by Izzy Gordon, Carlos Casemiro, Renato Gama, Valerie and Ben Turner • PRE-ORDER in production

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Bugiganga Tropical FINAL VOL. 4 RELEASE

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Bugiganga Tropical Vol.4 ★ The 7 inch Collection ★

The Afro Diaspora Blues from São Paulo and Mississippi

10 Years Tropical Diaspora Records®

To celebrate 10 years of Tropical Diaspora Records®, we’re closing the chapter on our first vinyl series—the very project that sparked the label’s creation in 2015.


THE ORIGIN STORY: COLONIAL TRINKETS, ANCESTRAL WEALTH

The Roots of Tropical Diaspora Records

The word “bugiganga” still echoes in my ears – a Portuguese term meaning trinkets or knick-knacks, spat contemptuously by wealthy Paulistanos to describe my Black grandmother’s few possessions as she worked in their homes. An “empregada doméstica” they called her – just another euphemism masking modern slavery.

These records grew from that injustice. What colonizers dismissed as worthless – the music, crafts, and fragments of culture preserved by the oppressed – became our most sacred treasures. The Bugiganga Tropical series honors this truth: that what masters called “trinkets” were in fact the irreplaceable heritage of enslaved Africans and Indigenous peoples.

This is music as living history – not streaming data, but physical artifacts you must hold to truly know, just as my grandmother’s story must be held to be remembered.

The cotton plant embodies the bloodiest chapter of racial capitalism—the fabric of slavery that clothed the world while stripping Africans of their freedom.

“The ‘bugigangas’ of the oppressed outlast the gold of the oppressors.
This music is proof.”

THE COMPLETE SERIES: A BOTANY OF RESISTANCE

(Now updated with Vol. 4: Cotton) Each volume represents a plant that fueled colonial exploitation while nurturing resistance:

Vol. 1: Coffee (2015) – The brutal way of forced labor. The stimulant that fueled colonial exploitation.
Vol. 2: Cacao (2018) – The stolen sweetness of Indigenous knowledge. The bitter seed of stolen Indigenous knowledge.
Vol. 3: Tobacco (2020) – The sacred leaf turned currency of oppression and genocide.
Vol. 4: Cotton (2025) – The final stitch in slavery’s fabric, now unraveled.

 

Samba Blues


Lyrics and Melody: Renato Gama
Performed by:

Renato Gama: Guitar Arrangement
Izzy Gordon: Voice
Carlos Casemiro: Voice
Harmonica: André Luís
Cavaquinho: Camila Silva
Cuíca: Jhony Guina

Sound Technician: kauê Gama
Roadie: Marcelinho Henrique
Musical Production: Ronaldo Gama
Musical Direction: Renato Gama
Executive Production: Ligéa de Mateo

Lyrics:

Samba Blues (Renato Gama)
 
No HaitiEm uma encruzilhadaHouve um encontro de Robert Johnson e Carlos Cachaça
Não teve reza nãoMas firmaram uma composiçãoUm samba blues que será cantado por Jamelão
Que ira dividir com a Billie Holiday a interpretaçãoE Araci de Almeida ficara encarregada de dar a benção

 

 

Last Kind Words


Song by: Geechie Wiley

Performed by Piedmont Blūz Acoustic Duo: Valerie and Benedict Turner

 

The last kind words I heard my daddy say
Lord, the last kind words I heard my daddy say
If I die, if I die in the German war
I, I want you to send my body, send it to my mother, Lord
If I get killed, if I get killed, please don’t bury my soul
Oh, just leave me out, let the buzzards eat me whole
When you see me, see me comin’, look across the rich man’s field
And, if I don’t bring you flour, I will bring you bolted meal
I went to the depot, I looked up at the stars
I cried, that train don’t come, there’ll be some walkin’ done
Now my mama, she told me just before she died
Lord, my precious daughter, don’t you be so wild
Well the Mississippi River, you know it’s deep and wide
I can stand right here, see my babe on the other side
What you do to me, baby, it never gets outta me
I may not see you ‘til I cross the deep blue sea

 

 

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