One of the things that left the greatest mark on my impression of Buenos Aires was the different way people deal with the past. After having been informed about the Peron as well as Videla era, I was left with a feeling of confusion. The past century has obviously been highly turbulent for all parties and everyone seems to deal with it in its own way. From marching the Mayo Square to spreading pamphlets. Some look forward while others refuse to forget. Whatever the solution might be, music will always be part of it....
Some notes of Argentinian resitance....
Los Dinosaurios
Charly García
Los amigos del barrio pueden desaparecer
Los cantores de radio pueden desaparecer
Los que están en los diarios pueden desaparecer
La persona que amas puede desaparecer.
Los que están en el aire pueden desaparecer en el aire
Los que están en la calle pueden desaparecer en la calle.
Los amigos del barrio pueden desaparecer,
Pero los dinosaurios van a desaparecer.
No estoy tranquilo mi amor,
Hoy es sábado a la noche,
Un amigo está en cana. (cana= slang means jail)
Oh mi amor
Desaparece el mundo
Si los pesados mi amor llevan todo ese montón de equipajes en la mano
Oh mi amor yo quiero estar liviano.
Cuando el mundo tira para abajo
es mejor no estar atado a nada
Imaginen a los dinosaurios en la cama
Cuando el mundo tira para abajo
es mejor no estar atado a nada
Imaginen a los dinosaurios en la cama
Los amigos del barrio pueden desaparecer
Los cantores de radio pueden desaparecer
Los que están en los diarios pueden desaparecer
La persona que amas puede desaparecer.
Los que están en el aire pueden desaparecer en el aire
Los que están en la calle pueden desaparecer en la calle.
Los amigos del barrio pueden desaparecer,
Pero los dinosaurios van a desaparecer.
Gracias, Pato....
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Monday, February 9, 2009
Enjoying Good Airs!
A walk around Buenos Aires is a real musical treat. Prejudiced and slightly to highly ignorant, I expected to hear the masters of Tango, Astor Piazzola and Carlos Gardel, on every street corner and from random French balconies. But while I was on the outlook of high heeled, naked legs elegantly folded around manly waists in black tie, I kept being surprised about the amount and quality of the musicality displayed in the calles (which in Argentina is being pronounced as ca-sjies).
From percussion and vocal solo's to entire rock bands performing their latest disc. Accordion orchestras remixing their roots. Blues formations jamming until the last snare gives up. School kids singing their lungs out, anticipating a trip to the local soccer stadium. And last, but not least: the well-practiced whistles of all-aged men when confronted with a female appearance.
Listen to the lyrics and you'll understand why they 'had me at hello!'.
An alternative dance at the most dreamy tango place in Buenos Aires
From percussion and vocal solo's to entire rock bands performing their latest disc. Accordion orchestras remixing their roots. Blues formations jamming until the last snare gives up. School kids singing their lungs out, anticipating a trip to the local soccer stadium. And last, but not least: the well-practiced whistles of all-aged men when confronted with a female appearance.
Listen to the lyrics and you'll understand why they 'had me at hello!'.
An alternative dance at the most dreamy tango place in Buenos Aires
La Catedral Del Tango
Kids on their way to La Bombonera
Kids on their way to La Bombonera
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