Andrés Calamaro "Madrid is now the Hispanic cultural capital of the world"
Yesterday's was not just another chapter in the never-ending story of
Andrés Calamaro
with the city of Madrid.
Last night was more.
Just going on stage at the WiZink Center was already a battle won against a destiny that put his return to the Palace in check with Covid as a threat: up to two postponements tested the anxiety of a genius to return to his place, to his Madrid that he loves so much and that he has been decorated as a medalist of honor.
The teacher showed that
at 60 he is already a calm man,
patient knowing that the time would come to meet again with a day to remember.
Like last night: full, with the residue of now, with the energy of always.
Andres started on time, Bohemian, as he is.
And he rebelled against the flashes of mobile phones that "did take away his desire."
It wasn't really like that at all.
Posture
.
Like his hand in his pocket sometimes.
On the back others.
The fact is that despite the technological anger of the opening
, the artist gave it his all, with his unmistakable voice, with his eternal look.
And with the unquestionable themes of it.
Like Sharp Truths, like
It Burns Me,
like
Perfect Crimes...
and with its tribute to the best 10 in history with that trident of Maradona-Wait for me in heaven-Aztec Stadium.
Calamaro displayed his repertoire until
the first big surprise of the night.
On runway 12. 12B, exactly.
And C. Tangana
came out on stage
with his mary flower in his pants and a couple of banderillas in his heart to repay Andrés that favor from Palermo together with
Jorge Drexler
and burst a WiZink already delivered and crazy.
The second guest soon arrived.
More acclaimed if possible:
Ariel Rot,
with whom he revived his first successes in Madrid with
Los Rodríguez.
Another hat trick for the squad.
My illness, In the eyes and Channel 69.
And from there to the epilogue a final fireworks anthology.
With its flagships that have made it a benchmark.
Salmon, Skinny -
spectacular along with
Kase.O-,
High Dirt and Paloma.
Calamaro went for the sword to take the only brief respite in the almost two hours of a frenetic concert in which he did not make a single reference to the NATO summit in Madrid.
He didn't miss it.
To summit, the end of it.
He called Ariel again
and he played
No Documents, Los Chicos and Música Ligera
with which he finished off his great work at Puerta Grande, not without first going for a cape that presided over his live show and drawing under the chords of Nerva some sets with the delivered square .
A final wink to the great Jaime Urrutia between shouts of
bullfighter bullfighter!
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