With 17 years and in 1985, any kid seemed doomed to more foolishness and vulgar kitsch. But it was precisely the need to flee from deadly magnetism size, the closer you to modernity, but sometimes out of fashion somewhat forced. And modernity did not have (nor have I mean, nor should it be today) rules precisely because when you go to modern standards, and becomes petulant prick. Is that I am among those who think that what is in fashion is one thing, and the modern one. Modern style is notable for its sizzling creativity, being groundbreaking or retrieve what seemed irrecoverable, and of course, is ridiculous for the rest of mortals. However, in a couple of years, which was modern becomes fashionable and sold well in the English Court in the Bershka, and is repudiated by modern and adored by the masses.
Over the years, all that matters less and less, but 17 with my 17, what was or was not modern and the why of everything, were the beginning and end. Reason for living.
Following my premise
plan "whatever you are, know as" , I was the most modern. The institute was one of the four or five more post-modern (as was said at the time), summer with my cousins, was the outrageously funny. And the fault, misunderstood modern paradigm. There the majority were ten years older than me, my sister's fifth Vero, and all were members or sympathizers of the left, what was then called progress. soon discovered that the postmodern liberal and not at all well combined. Clear that, after all, if I managed to combine both in my own person, why would not be possible peaceful coexistence between the two blocs. Of course this "cold war" was not some ironic smiles more confusing than bullies.
Only one person was attacking my reign: Sento. Sento
was a year older than me. He was a neighbor, friend and companion of the fault. He studied piano and hairdresser, he loved music almost as much as me, and no, not gay.
shared with him many times and many, many musical conversations while I cut his hair with his electric razor. I remember that sense, I loved Peter Gabriel . I owe him the power to enjoy the songs of one of the musicians creative and innovative history.
far, so right. But is that in a modern living Sento latent suddenly surfaced after a holiday in Ibiza. I do not remember exactly what was summer. I only know that he returned to the island with a wardrobe furiously. Models impossible hollow and shiny fabrics, like new romantic neo trance hippy . A style that led to the limit, everybody would know years later through the histrionic LocomÃa .
course His transfiguration was misunderstood and the subject of mockery and joke by even their closest friends. Not only was persistent in his new style, but he used to experience in itself different dyes and carded, each more eccentric. Obviously, the throne of pure modernity, I was caught without the possibility of reaction. Against Sento, could not compete, as is well known, when you can not beat your enemy, it is best to join him. So together we have shared memorable concerts.
Mariano A good day for the failure appeared with two invitations that someone of his work had given him for a concert that although he does not just interesting, to Sento and I might go crazy.
Mariano, was a boy of the major fault, who loved music and had many very good albums. It was he who showed me that Stevie Wonder was much more than the tacky "I Just Call cough ay I love you" , who lived much deceived me with that. Mariano's tastes were, yes, very classic and very 70's.
Well, after giving us those tickets would have eaten us kisses. Few things we wanted more than to see the queen of punk alive, one of the great myths of modernity more personal Nina Hagen. That's nothing.
Nina Hagen and Lene Lovich , operating on the Island club in Alcudia. Macrodiscoteca Island was spectacular, with a terrace of the size of a football field, can comfortably accommodate large events. Originally called Islam, but changed its name because the integrity (whatever its sign) never liked frivolities. So in a fit strangely surreal, the huge sign on the door disappeared the letter m, and the place was renamed Island Of course, the gap left by the m, remained there all his life, and typography arabic other letters too. And what is even more curious, all the decoration and structure of the building always kept its aspect of disco mosque. Neither
Sento nor I had car or vehicle capable of taking us there. And even less on Thursday. So the only possible way to get there was by train to Carlet, and then make some miles walking down the road towards al'Alcudia. So we took the last train in the evening, knowing that the first train back not leave until six o'clock. It was a titanic effort and exhaustion inevitable, but I have worse things to do in this life to see a concert.
Walking at night, a dark and unknown road is not good for the body. And if not it have a sense that the way to Isla crashed really funny. I do not remember how or why, just remember that we walked the two on the shoulder, and a neglect disappeared as if he had swallowed the earth. The dark, weed and inexperience, led to Sento and all its sweeping modern unison to rush to the bottom of a ditch, fortunately shallow and, thankfully, dry. I remember that episode many times. There would I have seen the Hagen, lost in the weeds and trying to keep all the glamor.
The concert was wonderful. Nina was a living legend and was still in good shape. An old legend, fed the curiosity of the diva: one that had that concert was able to enter the microphone through the vagina as if nothing had happened. And of course, everyone is just waiting. He did not. But if you played with the mic and panties with a skunk's head in relief and with his tongue out. Disappointment we did not care because Hagen sang his repertoire of timeless classics, your "New York, New York" his "Zarah" his "African Reggae" ... Her vocal qualities able to join the punk with the lyrics, we were left speechless. And his knowledge to be on stage, too. And the final duet with her friend Lene Lovich also great, it was amazing. Both premiered "Do not kill the animals" , a great song in defense of animals, which spent promotional video "accidentally" noticed by the hardness of your images.
Even if something never forget, apart from a thousand weeds wrapped Sento is their fantastic version of "My Way" ...
Over the years, all that matters less and less, but 17 with my 17, what was or was not modern and the why of everything, were the beginning and end. Reason for living.
Following my premise
plan "whatever you are, know as" , I was the most modern. The institute was one of the four or five more post-modern (as was said at the time), summer with my cousins, was the outrageously funny. And the fault, misunderstood modern paradigm. There the majority were ten years older than me, my sister's fifth Vero, and all were members or sympathizers of the left, what was then called progress. soon discovered that the postmodern liberal and not at all well combined. Clear that, after all, if I managed to combine both in my own person, why would not be possible peaceful coexistence between the two blocs. Of course this "cold war" was not some ironic smiles more confusing than bullies.
Only one person was attacking my reign: Sento. Sento
was a year older than me. He was a neighbor, friend and companion of the fault. He studied piano and hairdresser, he loved music almost as much as me, and no, not gay.
shared with him many times and many, many musical conversations while I cut his hair with his electric razor. I remember that sense, I loved Peter Gabriel . I owe him the power to enjoy the songs of one of the musicians creative and innovative history.
"Sledgehammer." Peter Gabriel. Videoclip. 1986.
far, so right. But is that in a modern living Sento latent suddenly surfaced after a holiday in Ibiza. I do not remember exactly what was summer. I only know that he returned to the island with a wardrobe furiously. Models impossible hollow and shiny fabrics, like new romantic neo trance hippy . A style that led to the limit, everybody would know years later through the histrionic LocomÃa .
course His transfiguration was misunderstood and the subject of mockery and joke by even their closest friends. Not only was persistent in his new style, but he used to experience in itself different dyes and carded, each more eccentric. Obviously, the throne of pure modernity, I was caught without the possibility of reaction. Against Sento, could not compete, as is well known, when you can not beat your enemy, it is best to join him. So together we have shared memorable concerts.
Mariano A good day for the failure appeared with two invitations that someone of his work had given him for a concert that although he does not just interesting, to Sento and I might go crazy.
Mariano, was a boy of the major fault, who loved music and had many very good albums. It was he who showed me that Stevie Wonder was much more than the tacky "I Just Call cough ay I love you" , who lived much deceived me with that. Mariano's tastes were, yes, very classic and very 70's.
Well, after giving us those tickets would have eaten us kisses. Few things we wanted more than to see the queen of punk alive, one of the great myths of modernity more personal Nina Hagen. That's nothing.
"Zarah." Nina Hagen. Videoclip. 1983.
Nina Hagen and Lene Lovich , operating on the Island club in Alcudia. Macrodiscoteca Island was spectacular, with a terrace of the size of a football field, can comfortably accommodate large events. Originally called Islam, but changed its name because the integrity (whatever its sign) never liked frivolities. So in a fit strangely surreal, the huge sign on the door disappeared the letter m, and the place was renamed Island Of course, the gap left by the m, remained there all his life, and typography arabic other letters too. And what is even more curious, all the decoration and structure of the building always kept its aspect of disco mosque. Neither
Sento nor I had car or vehicle capable of taking us there. And even less on Thursday. So the only possible way to get there was by train to Carlet, and then make some miles walking down the road towards al'Alcudia. So we took the last train in the evening, knowing that the first train back not leave until six o'clock. It was a titanic effort and exhaustion inevitable, but I have worse things to do in this life to see a concert.
Walking at night, a dark and unknown road is not good for the body. And if not it have a sense that the way to Isla crashed really funny. I do not remember how or why, just remember that we walked the two on the shoulder, and a neglect disappeared as if he had swallowed the earth. The dark, weed and inexperience, led to Sento and all its sweeping modern unison to rush to the bottom of a ditch, fortunately shallow and, thankfully, dry. I remember that episode many times. There would I have seen the Hagen, lost in the weeds and trying to keep all the glamor.
The concert was wonderful. Nina was a living legend and was still in good shape. An old legend, fed the curiosity of the diva: one that had that concert was able to enter the microphone through the vagina as if nothing had happened. And of course, everyone is just waiting. He did not. But if you played with the mic and panties with a skunk's head in relief and with his tongue out. Disappointment we did not care because Hagen sang his repertoire of timeless classics, your "New York, New York" his "Zarah" his "African Reggae" ... Her vocal qualities able to join the punk with the lyrics, we were left speechless. And his knowledge to be on stage, too. And the final duet with her friend Lene Lovich also great, it was amazing. Both premiered "Do not kill the animals" , a great song in defense of animals, which spent promotional video "accidentally" noticed by the hardness of your images.
Even if something never forget, apart from a thousand weeds wrapped Sento is their fantastic version of "My Way" ...
"My Way." Nina Hagen. Live Rock in Rio 1985.
Called 
