Soloist: Fito Paez (Argentina) I remember in the 90s when I was in college, I was a lot of my childhood and adolescence in St. Augustine, the ultra conservative school that is located in Lima, in a wealthy neighborhood called San Isidro, when I was in fifth or sixth grade, he commented, there was evidence of me that kept as secret of sentimental value. For example, he never told anyone, not even my closest companions, who was a avid philatelist, with a magnifying glass in between, I spent hours looking at pictures of those tiny pieces of paper which, despite its tiny size, have for connoisseurs immense artistic and monetary estimates. Another of the intimacy that was brought to light my taste for rock music, and above all for the pleasure I woke up delicious melodies Fito Paez. Why should this shame? As an execrable fact. It happened during a performance in San Augustine. A group of stupid and lacking in talent, awkwardly clutching musical instruments, performed the worst version I've heard from Mariposa Technicolor. In the chorus, showing a palpable idiocy, these kids, instead of repeating the title of the song, shouting loudly: "Fito Paez is a bastard!". That was true or not this phrase was not important. The problem lay in that, since then, in the vast area of \u200b\u200bSan Agustín, was sentenced to any listener into exile Páez and mockery all over treacherous.
Currently, the matter amuses me, of course. But at the time I created a huge concern. If, driven by an outburst, reveals my hidden pleasure by the talent of Rosario, would pay dearly for my boldness, so that it hid it until my last evening in this detestable school. But luckily, life always gives revenge. And these days, that joy full of my freedoms, I can scream half a world that, after Spinetta and Charly García, and with Cerati Andrés Calamaro, Fito Paez I think is one of the great artists gauchos I appreciate most. For this reason, every time the composer has a new album, I enjoy hearing endlessly and also celebrated as the arrival of a new hope in a dull life.
The album has come to my hands I do not know if it's called Buenos Aires or Madrid. As some know, there is a product of study, but the live recording of some of the most notable of Fito. If anything binds them is the aesthetics shaped by the low number of instrumental resources. As in the case of his penultimate work, Rodolfo, this time there are songs that are accompanied only by the vibrant harmonies of a grand piano. Meeting another constant also, and feverish response from the public. When I hear such a concert, I conclude the following: a good singer is one that arouses passions with one or two hits, but with dozens or perhaps hundreds of songs that their fans enjoy and know so similar to religious front of mystical prayer.
I do not know if Buenos Aires or Madrid opens beautifully with 11 and 6. Fito acclaim and respectable, with a clear voice and melodic keys, release: "In a coffee were accidentally / tired in the souls of the walking ...." It is the tender story of a couple of children who enjoy the love and freedom in a moving and unorthodox. Later heard her classic love after love. With an unusual opening, Fito bankruptcy blues by adding a lot more melancholy piano, "Love after / love maybe / it looks like this ray of sunshine ...." Is there anything better than the experience of love after love? In my view, and guided by the lyrics of this song, we just really love when love comes after another. Have I used too many times the word love, no? Well, is that in recent days, by a mere desire dramatist, I have given to that term around so inexplicable and, in turn, love is beautiful. Then the surprise of the album: You, The Beatles original, sung by Fito and that Madrid's hoarse throat and sharp verb. Goes the refrain: "And you die if you kill / and kill you if you die / for love / when it dies kills / it loves to kill / never die." Tangled but accurate. That play on words carries a poetic truth that I have seen in more than one occasion. Piano keys with a joyful, Dar is giving is sung by Fito and who makes music in a bar for happy drunks. "Dar es dar / and do not mark the cards / just go," said Fito, and in this way so simple, but profound, positive hailed the release in its various hues. And finally, Mariposa Technicolor in its umpteenth version, however, still fascinates the listeners and this sad commentary.
Well, is there still a little boy who, through fear or shame, is unwilling to make their musical tastes? I hope not. Because, if there is anything that under In my experience, gives pleasure, is to shout from the rooftops the joy they give us certain works of art. This is what motivates me, for example, to keep writing these texts, and screaming, without fear that I am a music lover who ENJOY Fito Paez, like so many other songwriters. I said. July
Meza
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