Horacio Guarany lives in Luján, like me. And I had the fortune or misfortune of meeting him when I was a kid. My old man was doing some work of iron in green feathers and became good friends. Horace gave him both discs to my dad and my old man said "I have to endure the voice of shit you have every day, want to hear you over at my house and returned them. The only thing that took my old Horace are three tickets to go see him at the Grand Rex. I was nine or ten years. I remember we went to greet the dressing room and the singer invited us to eat barbecue at one of those grills that are near the street Corrientes. My dad, obviously, we were refused and three (my mom, my dad and I) to a barbecue with a grill but alone. That relationship had my old and Horacio where my Dad refused to art of the singer as he dedicated her on invitations taught me some of the artists. Never give the artists a lot of ball is the way to have them always near.
to me now, I love a theme of Horace, but I like it sung by him but by his archenemy (who was a friend at some point) the beloved Mercedes Sosa. The issue is The villerita and it freaks me at the outset because of its resemblance with the evolution Marta perlongheriano:
The ranch
villerita sheet metal, cardboard and paint your lips can
combs her hair newly dyed golden blond
, yesterday was black
deception cues few years, just turned seventeen
If the enamel becomes Revlon Perlongher icon when you go down the hall at eight in the evening, villerita uses the latest beauty products to gild his head. Masks, somehow, show a body with vibrant colors, as if that body would escape the sad reality, veneer, cardboard and tin, dark colors, cool. The topic is a chamamé also shows the art transvestite, a closer is tremendous and yet, the rate used is that of joy and dancing, the rhythm of sapucay, spirited cry of war. But of course, tacos are misleading and villerita impossible to turn back the only thing left is to fly ...
chamamé
Another Mercedes Sosa singing and, I believe, sang all Argentine provinces in elementary school is The grower. Perhaps with a final not so distressing as the villerita, the harvester gathering happens every day cotton and calls "a ranch drunken dreams and love." Impressionist images of this song creates a beautiful frieze of a painful situation: work in the middle of Chaco. Cotton is going, perhaps to fill the silo of a wealthy gentleman, and all that remains for the grower is "soft silver moon wet and sweat." The song begins with a visit to a river and the character of the song that seems to say to himself "due to the crop, grower I will" as producing a brand in itself: since today I have no name, just will be the grower. In this song the sapucay becomes hoarse and chamamé slows.
To end this slowdown in the pace, I'd like a samba, my favorite samba: samba carnival The . Cuchi Leguizamon and is the version I like is the duo of Coplanacu, although Pedro Aznar has a very good version with Liliana Herrero. Unlike the others, if you have a fast ralentizzimo has a power of faith that the other two songs do not have. The self comes "from oblivion" and wants to kill penalties carnivals, has a handle in your pocket, it has no alcohol to drink but, however, everything happens in life. Always pushing the devil turn the tables and thus the tricks I love the soul of your gualicho. We could say that is a song witch, a carnival song, where everything turns, "the horses tied back to the moon to full gallop." Happiness sometimes lies in a simple carnival ... that does not exist because we are in Poland, add Perlongher.
Mariano Massone
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