Notes on Astillero
How best to spend a grim and soggy Monday night? Let me try to answer that by remembering the intimate concert of Astillero in La Negracha.
Tables and chair were laid, 50 odd people in there at best. 7 guys, classic sexteto with a singer, all in black like old school rockers from Argentina, pick up their instrument and deliver some distilled honesty. The musicians were all so lovely, passionate and humble: no concert can survive apathy.
Tango de ruptura. I am not sure what it means but I know what I felt. Music and references showed tremendous respect for the 40s, for Caro, for Pugliese and then for Piazzola. But the music was theirs, the words were not dusty, the energy was from this century. The arrangements were ingenuous and fun. Who said Tango was depressing? I can always feel a certain peculiar brand of joy even when the themes are woven around passionate love and death. Astillero, I cannot wait the day when I will see you in your natural habitat in Bs.As.!
Listen, digest and enjoy, un abrazo!
