I have nothing nostalgic. Far from it. However, in recent times, such as readers this blog we have to notice it, memories crammed into my head. No regrets, no desire to go back. I look at my past and I tell myself that I had, and I still have a busy life. I never have much time to piss me off and when it happened to me I always had the reflex to clear off to other horizons. Currently, Will we find out why those memories are quite musical. It must be said however that music is, with poetry, one of my essential nutrients. Life without music is unimaginable to me.
And then, long before the term music the world became a fad when I hid the family radio to listen to this old wooden radio which caught so clearly shortwave, was to plunge into worlds unknown harmonics, Arabic, English, Chinese and other I did not even recognize the origin.
Having my own office in 1960, allowed me to travel freely. The tubes were part of fashion these cruises, but my curiosity led me to live broadcasts from the Teatro Colón and toward this music that is, I think, the great twentieth-century music, jazz. This music that is born of the rebellion by slaves, became time with the music city, music of a changing world.
My first love was, undoubtedly, Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald . My poor grandmother, older impossible France, could not understand the popularity of his little son to whom she ironically called, plagiarizing a title Paris-Match, the "cathedral of jazz !
must say that the radio of the era was full of the most diverse music. Nothing to do with our globalization to a single face, that people want, in any case, we impose the major labels. That's what allowed me to build my own world music, eclectic, open to all winds, so that at 20 years, I was experiencing that very occasionally the hype of fashion.
I enjoy jazz, thanks to two spectacular shows, "Jazz Caliente " and "50 años jazz, led respectively by Capuano Tomey and G. Orce Remis , both now defunct.
But my favorite port was Radio City Buenos Aires , the motley lineup was live transmissions of operas at the Teatro Colón Music Hall del area of Emilio Stevanovich , which made me discover, among many others, Judy Garland, and well before the storm "Pata Pata, the great African singer Miriam Makeba. I remember a few bulk of the radio emissions: Ramos Generales where Sábato Mario and Mario Mactas very different from the current pure musical madness, that Mrs. Miller sang the Beatles for an improbable soprano; around 19h Eladia Blazquez sang boleros accompanied by her piano, the Huanca Hua renovates the Argentine folklore, not to mention Oscar del Priore who handled the tango ... However, the music was not all one could also listen Jorge Luis Borges dialogue with María Esther Vázquez , Walter Yonsky read Man illustrated of Ray Bradbury and, again, Stevanovich that every Saturday, reviewed the current theater. In the 70 I set sail to other radios, especially when I found Belgrano Blackie and his dialogues, Hugo Guerrero Marthineitz del minuto Show and the verde Gallina and evening spontaneous generation. Mais ce fut
toute cette première radio municipale qui fit de moi et pour toujours a radio auditeur.
I have nothing as nostalgic. Not so. However, in recent times, as readers of the blog will have noticed, memories crowd into my head. No complaints, no desire to go back. I lean over my past and I think I had, and still I have a life well filled. I never had much time to get bored and when I did I always had the reflex to flee to other horizons. now, God knows why, these memories are musical preference. Must however mean that the music is, along with poetry, one of my essential nutrients. Life without music is not my imagination.
And, long before the term world music was fashionable, when I hid the family radio to listen to that old wooden radio that captured so clearly the short waves, it was to plunge into worlds unknown harmonics, Arabic , English, Chinese and others whose origin or recognized.
have my own equipment in 1960 allowed me to travel freely. The popular songs were part of these cruises, but my curiosity led me to the live broadcast at the Teatro Colón and the music that is, I think, the great twentieth-century music, jazz. This music, born of the rebellion of black slaves, has become over time the city's music, the music of a changing world.
My first love was undoubtedly Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald . My poor grandmother, quite old France, could not understand the enthusiasm of his grandson by the caller, plagiarizing a title Paris-Match, the "cathedral of jazz "!
should be noted that the radius of the flourishing period of the most diverse music. Nothing to do with our globalization with a single face, they want, in any case, subjecting him to the majors disc. It's what allowed me to build my own musical universe, eclectic, open to the winds, so that 20 years lo0s no more than very occasionally suffered the blows of fashion.
I am delighted with jazz thanks to two spectacular, " Hot Jazz" and "50 years of jazz ", led respectively by Capuano Tomey and G. Orce Remis, both missing today.
But my favorite was home port City of Buenos Aires Radio , whose colorful program went live transmissions of operas Theatre Columbus Music hall air of Emilio Stevanovich , who made me discover, among many others, to Judy Garland and, long before the thundering success of Pata Pata, the great African singer Miriam Makeba. Je remember some programs broadcast from this radio: General Ramos where Mario Sabato and Mario Mactas very different from today, a great musical delirium, among others, Mrs.Miller who sang with the Beatles unlikely soprano; to 19h, Blazquez Eladia sang boleros accompanied by her piano, the Huang Hua that renewed the Argentine folklore, not to mention Oscar del Priore which dealt with tango ... But the music was not the only thing that could be heard there, Jorge Luis Borges dialogues with Maria Esther Vázquez , Walter Yonsky read the Illustrated Man Ray Bradbury of and, again, Stevanovich who, every Saturday, passing in review the present stage. In the 70 headed off to other radios, especially Belgrano where Blackie was to and dialogue, Hugo Guerrero Marthineitz Show and the minute the green Gallina and night spontaneous generation. But it was the primal
Radio City that hizo de mí, y para siempre, a radio oyente ..
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