The beginning of the goodbye of Joan Manuel Serrat, the endless singer

• Loose End For Serrat

• End of the party A devoted public fires Serrat in New York

Perhaps because time no longer waits,

announced that he was leaving the stage and, in order to be believed, he undertook a farewell route that is the musical atlas of his existence: from the

and

-there it is the closest thing to a man related to a god- and later

where in itself it reaches the status of a lay church with a parish of several generations together.

Serrat leaves with this tour:

(1965-2022).

44 dates.

The singer is actually healthy.

In

are two concerts for the beginning of goodbye.

And there is a festive bustle

in the bullring of

In Serrat's concerts, the songs go through the mucosa of memory and unfold as bulwarks against oblivion, as recovered nostalgia, and demand to be available if the emotion tightens.

There are times when the world seems to be well done, as in

It's 10:13 p.m.

The band unfolds the first chords like a summer before summer and Joan Manuel Serrat bursts in, opening a theatrical curtain and devoured by applause.

Here are 6,000 faithful.

The shadow multiplies with the spotlight and opens the night with a poem by

a good gesture in a land where Culture is handled by

Serrat and the songs exchange reflections, lights, truths.

Some are born out of fear, others out of disagreement, and many out of a contagious joie de vivre.

There are times when he himself is music and audience.

There is something liturgical in their concerts.

Something strange when the brilliant past of things betrays the ugliness of a dilapidated present, so past.

There was also a time when couples paired up to the beat of their songs and names like

or

were updated in the imagination of this country because Serrat had made them their own song.

His writing is harmonized between the pulse of a dark time and another where freedom began to be, once again, a word of common use.

At 10:30 p.m. the bullring is already in ecstasy.

«I have come to Murcia to say goodbye to you, one by one, as appropriate.

I hope it will not be the last, but if good circumstances elude us, they will always be able to say: What an event.

I was there.

So save your entries, for what may happen.

Of course, they will not be returned a penny.

Oh, and all nostalgia is prohibited because everything is future.

And Serrat launched into

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There is something unforgettable in each song, an identity that lodges in the throats of those who chant all the lyrics, because they are already part of existence, of the warm weather, complicit, quiet of traveling winds.

The heads rest on the verses and that harmony is noticeable.

There are still places where, for a few hours, many people feel safe at the same time.

Serrat's show is listening to so many things that someone, in their own way, feels, or fears, or loves, or hopes, or has lost.

For example, the naive (not innocent) pleasures of youth.

Sometimes life is better translated from the universe itself than the lyrics of it.

The voice slowly warmed up.

But the silence had since auctions of applause from the first verses.

and the seven musicians gave the singer beautiful water.

And

And with a fairground diorama in the background.

“My songs are theirs, they have earned them,” he said.

Serrat knows how to speak to the public like a

and turn the concert into a repertoire of anecdotes that a friend tells you about the

for what it is: a loss and a "bunch of frost".

The singer sits on a café chair, with a pedestal-style table, and drinks water that must have been a machaquito in romance.

Serrat's theatricality is perfect.

It is effective.

It is knew.

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After the romance with echoes of Lorca, Serrat and the band go up in a

that leads up to

She walks the theme around the stage.

He is no longer the noi of

but he has the strange swing of his own.

Some characters age differently.

The same thing happens with some verses.

's sound .

In the throat appears the tremor of the moments in which things that time has not defeated are said.

The repertoire of this final tour goes from the last 60's and from there it goes through all the decades, without forgetting the Sabinian compadreo, already in the 21st century.

To understand what the merchandise of this creator means in the collective ideology of half a century of the country, it is enough to listen to 6,000 voices chanting.

Or directly bursting with fervor when it sounds, at the very end, that impeccable artifact that sounds like forever and ever.

And it is about more than just the sea.

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