El 11 de junio de 1976, a unas horas de cumplir doce años, volé a España, solo. En el aeropuerto sentí pavor: por el vuelo, por irme a solas, por estar a punto de vivir mi primera despedida seria. Aquel verano se abría una grieta escolar de las que coinciden con el tiempo biográfico: en septiembre empezaría la secundaria. Conmigo llevaba una pequeña cámara, una grabadora con dos o tres cintas, y un misterioso libro comprado la víspera en el Gigante de Ejército Nacional: ESP (Extra Sensory Perception) Your Sixth Sense. returned two months later, full of first impressions: food, faces, accents, smells, and a fleeting infatuation.
Among them, an invaluable and eternal: the moving presence of my maternal grandmother, blind, who died in December of that year. No story or photo or memento can recreate what I felt and saw and experienced during those eight weeks in Spain as the famous song Ferrusquilla, which was heard in every bar in the Cantabrian shore delicious version Albert Hammond. (For younger readers: his son, Albert Hammond Jr., a member of The Strokes ). The phrasing of the song playing on the drunk who puts their feelings trampled over an alleged generosity to deal with the breakup. So the verses of the song ("Tell who you ask what I did not mean, tell him you cheated, I was the worst, we take for me to blame for what happens ...), sung better by highlighting with the right fist and gestures drunk man who fell off.
Among them, an invaluable and eternal: the moving presence of my maternal grandmother, blind, who died in December of that year. No story or photo or memento can recreate what I felt and saw and experienced during those eight weeks in Spain as the famous song Ferrusquilla, which was heard in every bar in the Cantabrian shore delicious version Albert Hammond. (For younger readers: his son, Albert Hammond Jr., a member of The Strokes ). The phrasing of the song playing on the drunk who puts their feelings trampled over an alleged generosity to deal with the breakup. So the verses of the song ("Tell who you ask what I did not mean, tell him you cheated, I was the worst, we take for me to blame for what happens ...), sung better by highlighting with the right fist and gestures drunk man who fell off.
The song can be heard at: http://bit.ly/dkQAcd
Suddenly I found myself alone in a vacant lot. All lived his confusion but I perhaps more than any other: I mean, just turned fourteen and nobody seemed to realize that the world has changed violently. Yet it would take four long years for my parents separated. In that house of Fuentes del Pedregal who knew no finish, I knew boredom. I was always imaginative and those days were no exception, but the reality was determined to remain impenetrable.
I take refuge in the "studio", a quarter rather low light gave a gardener with yuccas and walls of gravel where the books and records. Also, my father's drawing board, with letterhead of the Federal District Department, who worked for a while, and pencils and pens. It was not much in the same place I had read my first novel, although I could not finish: Robinson Crusoe, in a commercial edition of Bruguera. One day I heard this song on the radio I went to buy as I could, on a 45 rpm disk: the first one I bought in life. Situated on the border between and funk music drive , "Heaven Must Have Sent You" is perhaps the "anthem" of my youth: music, I mean, it sounded in The moment I found myself alone in a world that was falling apart. Also there, on the other side of the swirling clouds, appeared the voices, rhythms and lyrics of this song performed by former member of the Pointer Sisters and the promise of a powerful sensuality still denied.
I take refuge in the "studio", a quarter rather low light gave a gardener with yuccas and walls of gravel where the books and records. Also, my father's drawing board, with letterhead of the Federal District Department, who worked for a while, and pencils and pens. It was not much in the same place I had read my first novel, although I could not finish: Robinson Crusoe, in a commercial edition of Bruguera. One day I heard this song on the radio I went to buy as I could, on a 45 rpm disk: the first one I bought in life. Situated on the border between and funk music drive , "Heaven Must Have Sent You" is perhaps the "anthem" of my youth: music, I mean, it sounded in The moment I found myself alone in a world that was falling apart. Also there, on the other side of the swirling clouds, appeared the voices, rhythms and lyrics of this song performed by former member of the Pointer Sisters and the promise of a powerful sensuality still denied.
The song can be heard in http://bit.ly/cGMxij
I am unable to hear the band's songs Basque inChina without my meat, but not because I was transported to the days of the end of childhood, when I heard over and over again, but because their words seem to me the epitome of what failed. Were important in a world with few books and not many songs where they were something more poetic in my power, before a particular high school teacher put it in my hands the first anthology of poems.
Yet Mocedades would not be here if not for this version of the beautiful romance of Lope de Vega that I first heard, and perhaps only one in the house of my friend Gerardo López Salgado tragically died just over five years, having just exceeded forty. In 1981 he set out to make a trip a month (not one year as I said in the program) for fifteen cities in the country that began in the Buenavista train station and ended up in McAllen, Texas. In Morelia, told me the plot of Red and black , the first page to last, from the quiet village of Verrières description to the dramatic moment when Mathilde de La Mole is within the carriage and carried in the lap Julien's severed head. Musicalization of romance by Lope, if it is true that without much joke, because I find it charming even accompanied me in silence for many years now that I managed to locate it through the program. In one place, who put the music changes as a lame octosyllable and leaves, in another mispronounced a word, which proves that Mocedades sang some of these verses without knowing what they said.
Yet Mocedades would not be here if not for this version of the beautiful romance of Lope de Vega that I first heard, and perhaps only one in the house of my friend Gerardo López Salgado tragically died just over five years, having just exceeded forty. In 1981 he set out to make a trip a month (not one year as I said in the program) for fifteen cities in the country that began in the Buenavista train station and ended up in McAllen, Texas. In Morelia, told me the plot of Red and black , the first page to last, from the quiet village of Verrières description to the dramatic moment when Mathilde de La Mole is within the carriage and carried in the lap Julien's severed head. Musicalization of romance by Lope, if it is true that without much joke, because I find it charming even accompanied me in silence for many years now that I managed to locate it through the program. In one place, who put the music changes as a lame octosyllable and leaves, in another mispronounced a word, which proves that Mocedades sang some of these verses without knowing what they said.
The song can be heard in http://bit.ly/daf3DF
The song can be heard in http://bit.ly/cOVJFx
Mi primo, en aquellos tiempos director de Radioactivo, me regaló el cassette en 1992. Yo acababa de conocer a una mujer cuya apariencia y forma de actuar estaban matizadas, si el oximoron es tolerable, de una como dulce aspereza. No era la única de sus contradicciones: a sus ojos bellísimos, enmarcados por unas largas pestañas, asomaba una inequívoca y profunda tristeza. Las canciones de este disco fueron la música de las muchas noches en que manejé for a few twists and turns between the hills until the end of a closed street in the back of a place in the State of Mexico, to take her home, then walked through the city by a preceding peripheral aberrations PRD to return to mine situated on a hill in San Jeronimo. In the end, to say the words of Gonzalo Rojas, "it was all over moth charm" ( http://bit.ly/98pOi3 ). More than what they say her lyrics, which generally leaves me cold, I like the melancholic finesse that night over these songs. The title track that I particularly like the chorus of women who like a fresh wind running between the acacias and a desert succulent, ever day. Almost against my will, the most important in 1999, the music of this album has returned to serve as background to a couple of new disappointments.
The song can be heard in http://bit.ly/b1QkBB
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