Joaquín Sabina's concerts are the best sociological sweep in Spain. The power of his music is to always be on the side of what hurts, especially when we really laugh.
In some songs he succeeds in saying the taste of a thousand sleepless nights without pulling common places and warms the respectable as one who assails life. The gift of his poetry is to host a certain vandalism of brokenness to remember that we are still fighting. At age 74, with her voice broken and sustained with a stash of mud crystals, Sabina took off at the concert.