A while ago I Calamaro concert. And really do not know how I am. It was something rare, medium andentro Medellín was there, tucked into the "pot of milo," which is the Macarena. No I know as I am because the concert was a single carrudel of emotions and feelings. I do not know if for someone SIGIF average so to me, the thing is I'm quite a fan of squid, and I think he knows what it feels like nobody else, or can feel my contemporary postmodernists.
At the beginning, it was mass hysteria. I tend to Manter my limits, and my times of hysteria I had them years ago, being a rabid fan of the National or while living my teenage years looking for causes and ideals. Over time I grew more critical fan, football ceased to mean something and the ideals and causes me disappointed. for that reason, cause hysteria in me is not easy.
But when he left the Salmon I wanted to die. And me all the Macarena.
DaBen Shouting to what my lungs and singing over the rhythm of the shouting of the public who actually managed to hear, some teenagers from the 50's watching the Beatles, it was a ladies sewing concentrated compared to us there. After playing "The Salmon" spliced \u200b\u200bwith "The Boys" and with that I almost finished. That blow was expected but not so fast. All day, while I was turning around, I did not put that song about friends in the past because I'm taking some grief for them. And those were the first 2 songs, including nearly 20 who played (or more, or less, not counted)
Is there something Calamaro. The "have it clear." Do not really know why, but Calamaro is capable of reaching very deep feelings, and ahce what the ideal of the artist, represents and makes the viewer feel what it already feels but is unable to express. I do not understand as he does, and, frankly, I hope that has not touched down as many hells as they express all their songs.
"always followed the same direction, which uses hard salmon
" I do not go looking for you because I know I run the risk of finding "
"all that ends, it ends badly"
"In the distance is heard coming, what the river would not have"
"let the blood in the sand"
" I want to be the only bite you in the mouth "
" there are days suspiciously light, there is a desire to ask if a train passes "
" and moved but as well, which was looking at her and was lost "
I can go on forever, but just with one that kills me, goddammit
"should still follow you a love song" And
Calamaro the problem is that one does not know whether to hate or love. Bastard, I wanted to grab a fist several times during the concert, but many more give you a hug. It is your siuación dificl put in a song, and identifques you so much. And this "exposure" and that makes you remember your feelings or your moments of pain makes you hate him. But moments depues see it's someone like you, and the coin is flipped to the side of empathy and affection.
was a spectacle. Being in a bullring in the middle of one of its most painful songs, "Perfect Crime" MTAD stood on the stage and with a white sheet (or whatever the fabric) matador made a pass. This moment had special significance for me. My dad, despite not being in bullfighting culture, life has made me an analogy with the run and love. He says love is like a bullfight, the bull sometimes and sometimes kill the bull cornea and lets you in the hospital for months. Finally a bull which pardons, and with that bull remined you married. In any case, one always ends up in the ring again, there are many bulls, and bulls come.
Having been seriously gored for months (possibly by a bad pass coating on my part), this only helped revive most stirring and feelings at the end of the concert. All courtesy of those wonderful songs my heart stopped processing, grinding, crushing, reassembly, glued, molded, fused, washed, sun dried and baked, intervened, built, demolished, built again, shaken, dizzy and lightheaded.
Calamaro all behaved as expected, and Medellin gave their best. That energy, emotion, like singing ... "SINGING IS FIRE AGAINST OBLIVION" *. At the time he sang "Back" and coupled with "Flaca" I thought my voice was completely lost, to my surprise I have still something. Tomorrow may be somewhat different. The energy could respir between Andrelo comments on "parceritas" and "the mountains of Antioquia" ** and gritosco0nstantes the public. All musical and emotional communion. In the end, Calamaro knelt and praised the public as if it were a pagan idol, and had there been space as public would have done so. In any case the arms of a whole gallery moved well.
What a great experience, complete with sentimental hit.
" some days to stay to look ." Today was a day for more than that.
* live without you, is to sleep in the station
** I almost died with that phrase.
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