Published in DEIA on July 8, 2010
Photography by Lluis Serrat
Those who know me know that I like the contrasts and intenseemotions. This past year I lived incredible experiences. It has been a period of unique experiences that, luckily, I could share with my family. Throughout our lives, the stages follow one another and the inexorable passage of time marks, in a dictatorial manner, the beginning and the end of them. Completed, in part, my experience outside of Euskadi and coming back home, to the beginning of my dates of concerts, unmissed events that I already started to miss accompanied by the musicians of my band. After 2,400 miles in three days, two concerts and many moments of laughter, reflection and complicity, we’re almost there. I’m about to glimpse the familiar green sign that says Bizkaia announcing that we are back home. One of those weekends that make you addicted. We had on Friday night, a concert in Girona, Catalonia and Saturday in the town Miajadas of Caceres. Two different places, far away from each other but where I could see how music, my band members and the contact live with the public are ingredients whose absence you can hardly get tired of. It´s difficult to explain how it feels when I listen to my music with the accompaniment of my players, the keyboards, txalaparta, bass, drums, alboka, percussion … all bringing together the rhythms and melodies to many unknown places. It’s was incredible to play my songs again with my band that makes it great that one has humility done in composing. Fascinating was to be engage with this drug of giving live concert. A rather curious composition’s place, sounds and silences that has a strange bipolarity: takes you closer to the sublime and nails you to the earth to find out that many times in the bare things, as simple, is the true essence of what is wanted. The music shared, hotels, roads, lights, watts, the sweat, the public, nerves, the night and, of course, the moon … Will you join us? You’re all invited.