There was a time, back in the late last century, that a term was coined in music circles to define something that in Spanish music already had its own essence, halfway between chaos and glory, as the Rock And Roll lifelong: calamarista. Andrés Calamaro he had published two incontestable albums as High dirt Y Brutal honesty. In front of Los Rodríguez during the nineties he had aired Spanish pop-rock with unbeatable grace, creating a jubilant songbook within the reach of the best groups of the move as Radio Futura, Nacha Pop or Gabinete Caligari, but when he launched himself alone he broke his chest. Those two discs, ambitious and overflowing, pierced like a summer storm. After the gale, the landscape was not the same. Not for him, not for Spanish music.
Two decades have passed since that term took on meaning, reaching a point divinely absurd with the publication of The salmon, the quintuple album that destroyed all the schemes of the industry. And, since then, its maker has made as many laps as Spain and Argentina, the countries in which he lives on the back of his own fame. Calamaro has been buried a thousand times, a thousand times resurrected and a thousand times parodied. Like Spain and Argentina. Like anybody, after all. Two decades have passed and, after so many avatars and discs – noteworthy some, failed others – that were lost amid the worldly noise, calamarista it returned to have a deep meaning after the presentation of its last album, Charge luck, which will be published next Friday.
"Charge luck is a bullfighting term that has two meanings today. Now many say that the bullfighter carries the luck, but the bullfighting experts say that what they call this way is not what it was. Because, say the great bullfighting purists, that one thing is to pass the bull close and another is bullfighting. Torear, really, carrying the luck ", explained yesterday Calamaro, dressed in black, at the time that maneuvered with the gestures of a bullfighter carrying the luck in front of a group of journalists.
The Argentine musician presented yesterday to the press his new album in the La Huerta studios, in the Madrid neighborhood of Conde Duque. Load the luck (Universal) assumes his return with a studio record after Bohemian, a work published in 2013 that already contained some dose of the best Calamaro. But it is with this new album – which could only be listened to – when that point seems to be determined. calamarista, that species in itself that, paraphrasing bullfighting language, is something of kamikaze with the bull, with José Tomás, at the old school.
You see that point because it contains half open heart times, with a decisive emotional force, like Selfish, where the musician recognizes in his lyrics that he has to "learn to be alone" and that he did "all bad" even though he wanted to "be cordial". In fact, Calamaro was the first song that, soon after, he spoke in full impromptu chat with the journalists. "I thought about The Sopranos when I wrote it In a Tony Soprano medicated, as in the first chapter. That Toni thinking of the ducks that are leaving, "he said. The ducks have been entering and leaving Calamaro's life for some time. With that crazy swing of the one who knows, as Goethe said, that "life is short, but the day is very long", the author of Skinny gathers a collection of slow and confessional compositions that knock down, much more than the rocker of the disc, at times too muscular and swollen, although effective, as it happens with Seven lives, False LV Y Adrián rejects.
In this album, when Calamaro reduces the march – "the torch and speed rock is not so important anymore," he affirmed yesterday -, the listener can be dazzled because its creator takes the decalogue of himself, as in the best times, but renewing his sound with what he called "Californian cream", a select group of North American musicians who have the American genre "as a creed". In this sense, the guitar stands out slide by Rich Hinman on every album, but especially in the powerful single, Sharp truths, and in Diego Armando Songs, an Argentine folklore with a California scent where mate – and cannabis – is the best companion of a single man.
The ducks, cursed, unpredictable and necessary, fly with madness in Winter barracks. "I miss my chest, but I do not notice it," says Calamaro, who admits that he also longs for "the big little things" and goes "to meet" his "destiny". That destination as a horizon seen from the lonely window of a plane in Slow traffic, inspired among so many trips between tour and tour. With the elegant tenor sax of Brandon Field, he begins with a sigh and then confesses that he hopes to "get somewhere", with the only reward of kissing a "scar".
There was a time, back in the last century, when Triumph operation it did not exist, that it calamarista it meant belonging to a philosophical battalion like the one Serrat, Sabina, Burning, Rosendo or Antonio Vega represented before. Something like being from Umbral or Vázquez Montalbán when you read a newspaper on paper. There was a time. But, today, that time makes sense, still, when in the last song of the disc, I will return, Calamaro sings that he wants to go to "where I left what I lost". "To rescue some old records of the place where I am," he continues. Those old records, for the calamaristas, it's Tony Soprano's ducks. A reason to be.
Between laughs, Andrés Calamaro affirmed yesterday that the song Rhymes It's like "a ballad-based rap". It is striking his style, which leaves the varied pattern of his songbook that has played for almost forty years of career including rock, pop, ranchera, bolero, tango or cumbia. But it ends up working with its catchy rhythm and its lace of direct verses and nothing condescending. "I read rhymes aloud to friends when they came home," he confessed. The composer acknowledged that I spent months with the lyrics and rhymes of this song that, in the background, contains a veiled critique of the reality that has surrounded the musician mainly in Argentina, his homeland, but also "love in the time of Ibuprofen " "The good thing about being alone is that loneliness does not lie," reads one of his verses.