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The soundtrack of a life (first of two parts) Mario

The idea of \u200b\u200bthe program is the following: the guest chooses ten songs that have accompanied some important moments of his past and is presented over an hour for the purpose of rate, let's say well, the story of his life. The soundtrack of a life airs Sundays at six in the afternoon by Horizon, on 107.9 FM (or www.imer.gob.mx ) and its host is Laura Barrera. Over more than five years have gone through their microphones writers, actors, historians, musicians, photographers, theater directors ... Then the ten tracks I chose. Not much difference between what I said in the program, which aired Sunday September 7, and published today in the Century breeze, perhaps I do more emphasis on the songs themselves, even if impossible that the experiences that I link to them can not squeeze through everywhere.

1. "Give me the blame on me." My spanish album , Albert Hammond (1976)

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.

The song can be heard at: http://bit.ly/dkQAcd

2. Heaven Must Have Sent You , Bonnie Pointer (1978)

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.

The song can be heard in http://bit.ly/cGMxij

3. "Solitudes" Mocedades 5 , Mocedades (1974-1981)

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.

The song can be heard in http://bit.ly/daf3DF

4. "I saw her standing there ", Please Please Me , The Beatles (1963-1988).

A party on the fifth floor of the Edificio Basurto. An elongated room, with wooden floors, unfurnished. A stereo that thunders. Flowers delivered the previous evening by the back stairs and I'll never know if they reached their target. Far away, a carefree dance a Foreign lanky and alone. Desired event did not occur, what was testimony enough in some pages of Ora pen, and the trip south we plan together but she did with other friends, and that there is in fact typical of the subjunctive in "North" (p. 27) -.

This song is the first of the first Beatles album but is part of the soundtrack not interesting but because that fact carries with it a small world of sensations from the years of my entry to the faculty and especially a little later when I started to feel it like my own home. And, of course, on my own, almost always alone during those endless hours reading without interruption. The fascinating discovery of altered states. The presence of the cat knew Isolde. The sandalwood perfume girl. The start of this song is one of the most dynamic and full of energy that I know and I can not hear without ever seeing the elongated figure of that elusive foreign dancing to the bottom of an empty room.

The song can be heard in http://bit.ly/cOVJFx

5. “Harvest moon”, Harvest moon , Neil Young (1992)

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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González Suárez, photographer

I know him as the friend of a friend far from done so long that my geography is part of basic friendly at least the last two decades. From afar, it seemed a strange man, difficult, even unpleasant. Three years ago we finally agreed with him at a dinner a few guests in Coyoacan where I saw rabbits eat half while talking perfectly attentive, careful, almost delicate. Like him, his books I have read: a couple of very disparate novels and short stories were a pleasant surprise and allowed me to understand why this remarkable man is one of the strongest storytellers of my generation. If I had to define their literature, at least I know, say in it a certain desolation expressed sparingly, no fuss. If I were a tree, I'd say one of those healthy specimens that were once bulky pruned too severely.

Later, when I was at the head of the Directorate of Publications of Conaculta, I suggested running a series of narrative as it: strange, if you like hard, little or no concessive, of that despises the market, and thus was born the collection that I named "Unique" and the two brilliant first titles chosen and always care Mario, were Tadeys Osvaldo lamboghini and Tales (almost) complete Casey Calvert. A few weeks ago I was at his house in the street to give a negative Neva who offered to extend to me. It was when I saw their pictures, among which was the beautiful set today I share with the readers of Century in the breeze . For those who already know it will be interesting to keep an eye on this aspect of his creative work, for those who have not read, these unusual pictures and text accompanying them are perfectly good an example of his unique talents.

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Text and photos by Mario González Suárez

After visiting the town of Patzcuaro is natural to think of approaching the lake of the same name. Asking around, one learns that there is a pier for departure back to Morelia, passing a railroad track and then pa inside. There goes one, mentally constructing something like a dock or berth, or perhaps a dam. The lake is great, I say, well seen in the map, to an island is famous, but surely not enough for a pier or a breakwater. Makes a lovely day and I imagine it will be nice to get on a boat, feel the breeze, shooting the water.

The road is long in the sun, going for a Avenue do not know if cobbled or unpaved, the houses begin to get my attention. It looks like a residential suburb, safe and I missed, nothing indicates that it is the lake area, I see no one until there is a very friendly lady with me said that at the end of the street will give the left and then there is then entry. End of the road and go to a clearing where several dogs roam and a gunman with a flannel tells motorists where to park even though there is plenty of space. I see a sign with the name of a restaurant and another with the stroke of an arrow pointing toward the pier. I will never see it, and suddenly stopped caring because that field without a fence is chaired by handful of well-off houses. Overwhelms me that aspect of the houses as cottages. One of these subjects who consumed the day to care for a couple of cows with no bell and ask for coins I do not know what service, tells me that this was a subdivision of the Navy, there left their ships, see.

There are a half-built houses and I have not finished building it. As I approach I see rather is abandoned. Avanzo and the camera at the ready and I am intrigued that there just does not walk or a dog. I think I see some packages to run away, hide in the bush. Discover traces of building materials and people, hanging clothes, some shade, some chairs. Rather, they are restored. I get a flat a house a little with the intention that someone will come. And the grass so no couple. Everything looks abandoned and care at a time.

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Mario González Suárez was born in Mexico City in 1964. Has been a fellow of the Mexican Center of Writers, the National Fund for Culture and the Arts and Artistic Residency program Mexico-Canada 2000. He has published From childhood (Tusquets, 1998), a novel adapted into a film by Carlos Carrera; The book of passion (Tusquets, 1999, 2001), which won the National Prize for Literature "Gilberto Owen" and the National Literature Prize "José Fuentes Mares" Landscapes limbo. An anthology of twentieth century Mexican narrative (Tusquets, 2001, 2009); Martian Leninist (Tusquets, 2002); light Nostalgia (Tusquets, 2003); Shadow of sun (El Cuenco de Plata, 2006; Almadía, 2007); salt Dulce (Pre-Textos, 2008); A wevo, godfather (Mondadori, 2008); With those hands caress. Anthology (Bruguera, 2010). He is a member of the National System of Creators of Art since 2001. Part of his work has been translated into German, French, English and Slovenian. In 2002 he won the International Award for story Emecé / Zoetrope. He directs the Writers' School the Sogem.

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