I fell in love with songs from a very young age. For some reason that took years to decipher, it was the sound, the textures, the first thing that fascinated me. I was fortunate to be a child in the 70's, the time when popular music sounded better than ever: organic, dynamic, alive, real, on a human scale. It is quite probable that that has matured the love that I have today for the pasty, intense, almost aromatic sound of the batteries with high end, medium patches and drums direct to the lower belly; the in-yer-face style Exile on Main Street ; the concrete basses, round, jumping, very much in Mc Cartney's footprint with Rickenbaker of the beatlesque psychedelic sound, or the apogee of the Wings. Lately I discovered - late by the way and thanks to the blessed vinyl-scouting - to Harvest's Neil Young, although I had already learned that Virgin, Verve, and Capitol pre-80's have that auditory warmness standard.
That, even the Jaivas. On the one hand, there was European pop in Spanish, British rock (which in my case penetrated atomized, not knowing what I heard). But the Jaivas ..., Aconcagua, Macchu Picchu, those white suits with multicolored bands at the sides and wool leggings: They wanted to run away and play in a band , alternating instruments ... there was something liturgical, cathartic, sublime, sacred at the Jaivas concerts.
I confess: I wanted to be Gabriel Parra. So simple.
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My first caset was Made in Spain , by Miguel Bosé. I collected some silver from my grandfather, and one Saturday morning I went to a store to Diagional Cervantes to buy it. He was happy. The second was Thriller by Michael Jackson. I listened to them in a gray IRT mini component that mother gave me. I still remember the vertigo of opening the box and finding those removable speakers. I almost had a heart attack. There I became a "dial hunter". To record the songs that one liked, hopefully without marks of the announcer, became an art, a skill, that my generation dominated fast. The best were programs where people asked for songs. In the galaxy, on the radio New World (where I once asked for "Whip it" from Devo, and I was named as Julio Arce, the very children of p ...)