One of the cornerstone of our Samba heritage, composer Paulinho da Viola, once said “I don’t live in the past, the past lives in me” and this is the kind of powerful message that often gets misunderstood and since the experiences we strive to convey stand for those priceless moments on the dancefloor – that cozy limbo where time and space are molten, bent and shaped into pure energy, both sonic and emotional – it feels timely to make it clear that we are not about nostalgic moments, we are about timeless environments.
Thus, rather than basking in the afterglow of yesterday’s glory or standing in the shoulders of the giants from yore, we aim at telling our own tale, regardless of of where our sources takes us, for the journey to find them is what really matters at the end, and they are endless.
That’s why we don’t mourn our heroes when they leave our reality, we celebrate them, we cherish what they left behind: the music. Because, as we know very well, it is perennial. It is here for us and will remain after us.
The very essence of what we are is more a party where all those legends of our times, heroes of our hearts, standards of our art, craftsmen of our pleasure join us at the dancefloor, beacuse they we’ll never leave our flashdrives or flightcases.
Rejoice! Because at each and every single on of our experiences,
and all the gang are not having a great time somewhere else. They are dancing amongst us. And, in that sense, heaven is right here, right now, at our own Goparadise.