If someone born three decades ago, which some are, were to read the title of this article over my shoulder, I would have to explain everything except, perhaps, the word piano. That’s what I thought listening to the latest album by Miguel Costas, who named his first group like this, with German Coppini, before becoming the unforgettable Siniestro Total.
Costas, who is a musician-musician, has not stopped in all these years, he has written more than three hundred songs and formed and left a lot of groups, among others the one that serves me for the title and that refers to the popular television presenter that he used to play the piano between interviews and what happened, later, with the former Minister of the Interior and former Mayor of Zaragoza Juan Alberto Belloch. All this that I tell is more than known, but I have the impression that while I listen to the last of this wonderful guitarist and composer, in reality I am searching in the chest of drawers of my memory. That thing about piano tuners, among so much jargon, sounds like Ghostwrite, the one that puts the loop on the speeches of the hero of the day and who says speech says tweet, that’s the short rhetorical thing, too.
“We are not the same back then”… but “sometimes we like a song”
Listening to Miguel Costas I feel furiously contemporary with my own, which I never was. It’s not that, according to Groucho, we weird girls didn’t go into a club where people like us were admitted, it’s that we didn’t even dare to knock on the door. Whether it’s because of bookworms, or because we don’t compete with those with the wasp waist and peroxide locks and high heels, we never intended to jump on the dance floor with Tony Manero, but rather to spin the thread with the one who played the records. A friend confessed to me one day that she noticed that she had gotten older because she was starting to find people her age interesting. Fierce all-encompassing ageism, whether it’s too young or too old, your date of birth can always be used against you. If you let Costas, like Andres El Pajaro, like Jorge Salan, continues playing, composing, singing with this re-recorded First of all, a lot of calm, which fulfills once again the miracle of music of making us feel miraculously alive. He no longer needs skinny pants or jackets stolen from Jose Luis Moreno’s double. Happiness is still this.
Exactly 121 years ago, the Chilean Minister Enrique Mac Ivar delivered one of the most famous speeches in parliamentary history: “It seems to me that we are not happy”, was his first sentence, to later make a long and heartfelt reflection on the moral crisis and economy of your country. He neither had a dircom nor had he commissioned a survey. He said what he thought. The happiness. Total sinister. Ayatollah, don’t touch my pirola.
