By the Zonagirante.com team @spinning zone
Twelve years ago he left us Luis Alberto Spinetta And the truth is, we need it. It's not about falling into the outdated argument that "the past was always better," nor the silly discussions about whether the golden age of good music has passed and everything being made now is decadent., But there is no doubt that figures like Spinetta fostered a respectable direction, creating memorable lyrics. And now (just like in all eras, where mediocrity has always been abundant) there are many drooling fools with limited vocabulary and insipid speeches who are embarrassing when they speak, and even more so when they sing. We need paragraphs like these.
«"If I want, I can touch my soul."
Well, my flesh is nothing now.
I must merge my remnant with the awakening
Even if my mouth rots from silence.»
Sometimes it's about making poetry, about not repeating "baby I love you" so many times, or things like a popular character from what they now call "urban music" says,
«"He went to bed early, we have to study tomorrow (eh)"
But she called her friend, saying, "Let's hang out" (eh)
She's got a cute little butt there that I just texted (eh)
But quietly, she's not one to show off.»
Clear, Spinetta is Shakespeare compared to Bad Bunny; most people are bored by Shakespeare. (Or perhaps he simply prefers to ignore it, although the bard always spoke more about everyday life than any of the reggaeton kings). Spinetta was perhaps the least popular of his country's classic rock heroes, But the admiration he inspires has made his birth date officially the day of the Argentine musician. Spinetta's sound encompassed everything rock could sound like in his time, depending on his musical projects. He knew how to draw on folk rock in times of Almond, at times with progressive rock Invisible, with moments of heavy rock and blues Rabid Fish, or interesting hints of jazz with Spinetta Jade. He always experimented, regardless of whether one style or another sold better. Even so, each of his albums garnered attention and remained in the memory of his fans. He created many anthems that have been sung by different generations. and that will hardly be erased from the audience's memory.
To mark the occasion, we've put together a list of covers of some of his most memorable songs, featuring such prominent artists as Gustavo Cerati, Catupecu Machu, Fabiana Cantilo and Fito Páez, Among others. Here you'll find rock, jazz, tango, and pop, totaling sixty-five minutes of musical beauty that pay profound tribute to an unforgettable idol.
To conclude this note, we recall the poem that Pedro Aznar (also a participant in our playlist) who wrote the day after the death of "El Flaco":
Today all guitars are in mourning
Mine, who should have started reviewing zambas
He can only think about yours,
maybe because of the mud
Maybe because this balcony is where I saw you
almost for the last time
Look at a cloud, its shape and color
those electric ones we dreamed about as kids
This balcony that was left waiting for a chat
a few words or a hug
further
that will no longer arrive
Mourning also in the words
used as they were to you putting
bells
assonant garlands
or apocalyptic train wheels
kaleidoscopic eyes of fertile paper
from your prolific pen
that adds and subtracts syllables
of the standard meter of the spheres
barely alone
barely alone
Bye
Let it be A-God
into his arms
to that magical corner
which He will surely keep
for those who dare to play
with the blocks with which he has built the world
creating tiny new four-minute worlds
where the heart is shown
and dances defying the void
Bye
While my chest hurts
I imagine you traveling
through vaster immensities than those of the Captain
but unlike him
I know you'll have all the tangos whistled in your ear
And there will never be a shortage of mate.
nor the scent of geraniums
A little piece of you remains in all of us.
You will be an inspiration multiplied thousands of times over
over the years
and the breadth of the geographies
You changed our lives
paving the way for imagination
singing to him wildly or sweetly
to the mysteries that dwell within us
to the mystery that we are
Bye
I refuse to have to say it
Bye
messenger of infinity