I start this with a clear idea: there is no most fabulous thing that opened to the enthusiasm. And why I propose the title national Ángelo Pierattini musician along with this feeling? Being honest, it turned out to be a simple coincidence, like those that we see when we cross or as the ending by tapping the key points at the right time.
Thus it became. A few days ago I came across a Tweet from Nuno Veloso answering the question about what was the saddest song of history. Heavy, tempting, it passes always questions with such an intention eventually challenge us to fall into their game and propose any output. Veloso was appointed “Starless” from King Crimson. Certainly, tremendous song, able to conserve a sad shaft which in three such different movements urgently keeps the sadness. Now however, it is not this why Pierattini fact. Lol The chance to assume the challenge of that question to the broadcast, made to start stirring in the old files from my old desktop computer, looking for some theme pa to respond. Photos when canas, controls of reading when did language classes, the first time that I got the complete discography of Gong did not have. Bustle old CPUs without any expectations should be part of any therapy, because opening files with names assholes or read letters onions dedicated to former loves, is addressed to one’s self from another date, catch how much has turned the intimate existence before time and its rigour.
OK, and why the Angelo? Here the answer. In this power of Museum I found an activity I did 2007 in a College of Quilicura. I used the text of the song “The simple things” of the Red album of Weichafe. The activity was a third means students, I remember them read aloud this text without telling them that its origin was a song. The ultimate goal was that they rescued an idea, an image of this work that called them the attention and thereupon propose another thing, a personal creation held in a format which more to accommodate them – as a drawing, a trial, a tissue, an artifact-. By memory, I think what resonated most in the goat shed was a sense of permanent question of discomfort at not catch what chucha and I am sure that that made them jump into the void of what is ignored. I remember clearly the Aaron Notepad sheet, full of pointed strokes, colors insolent, as if one of those graffiti animitas who remember the fallen of any suburb. The legend “I always looked what I never saw” written with letters charged, insisting the conviction that beats after that verse, closed sheet scrawled by the Aaron. Tremendous the goat.
The affair ended when he showed them where they came from those dark verses, which was the full costume of that gloomy poem. I think that most never imagined that this lyric was part of a strange ballad disguised as cueca, that those words were accompanied by an igualita beautiful music to sound the great songs of our lives. Pierattini during those years never imagined that one of his pieces was capable of filling an ugly classroom in the Parinacota, he never figured that with its simple things served as an excuse to motivate us and say we would like it to be, but this time with the colors that each who decide.
Life can be well terrible. Starring in the stories that we really want to live, the similar to our talents, our intimate called, grows every day more difficult and a lot of that has to do with that are part of a country shadowing. A forgetful country, one that torturers living quiet just around the corner, one in which the teachers are always the guilty parties and schools are designed to make us only in a way, one in which we are left rather than fill us with bread wadding because eating healthy is super expensive. Then, with all this in tow, they are left us very few moves and one of them is let us enthusiasm.
So every time you greet the micro driver, when we say insurance what hurts us and punishes, when we pay the entrance to a blast of a local group that we not caches or when we take any musician’s song and make it own using it at whim It is because we are doing that glorious intensity of enthusiasm follow facing petty times and step, will help us to discover a little of that beauty that exist in nosotr@s.
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