Tragicosmicas
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This
is my second album and it was produced again, and beautifully, by
my friend Jim Sutherland. I financed it and to my regret it never
got a proper release. This album, in my view, is very rich in term
of sounds, rhythms and themes. In some of the tracks I am accompanied
by very accomplished musicians from the world of jazz, folk and
classical music given the whole album a unique atmosphere full of
musical contrasts.
Tragicosmicas'
represents my personal cosmos of thoughts born in the light of happy
and tragic situations in our mundane life. In short, it is a world
of fantasy, born of the reality in which we find ourselves. The
songs, a swarm of melancholy and happiness, full of irony and allegory,
can be classified as: historical, political, social, envirnonmental
and tributes to people like Chico Mendes.
The
music and the lyrics of the songs are my own. I wrote many of them
specially for the 'Rincon Chileno' ('The Chilean Corner'), a meeting
place for the music and poetry that I founded in Edinburgh in 1988.
Here I began to discover the great talent of my friend Galvarino
Ceron, the Chilean classical guitarist whom I invited to work on
this album and whose contribution I appreciate very much.
The
musical arrangements of the songs are the fruit of the collective
work of Jim Sutherland, Galvarino Ceron and myself, under my 'demanding
supervision'.
I
would like to thank Giovanna, my Italian wife, for the fundamental
role that she played in the realisation of this work.
Chico Mendes
A tribute to one of the greatest Latin American
men of the twentieth century, Chico Mendes. This Siringueiro* man
was murdered in his native Brazil in 1988, as he tried to prevent
the destruction of the Amazonian Rainforest, the lungs of our planet.
Señora María MRS MARIA
Maria was a magical name for me, in the Santiago 'barrio' of Yungay
where I grew up. This name symbolises the positive attitude and
spirit of millions of women in the poor barrios of Latin America
in the face of adversity.
Quien Es el Leon
WHO IS THE LION
This is an allegorical song about a very special 'high tech lion'
who uses his power to frighten the small animals of our world. Unbelievably
this metal 'animal', with sinister eyes, is at large and there is
no hunter to catch him. Where are the hunters?
Hijos
del Silencio
CHILDREN OF SILENCE
To express myself in the country, as a Latin American singer and
songwriter, I have to pay. This fact makes me feel that I am condemned,
to be culturally gagged. "We are children of silence, without
sound in our words, this virtue is taken away from us, to get lost
in the emptiness".
Somos
un Oceano
WE ARE OCEAN
A song to mark the 500th anniversary of the arrival of Colon in
my America. "People subjugated by men on horseback: Indian,
land and gold, trophies of the conquest. The gold came to Europe,
brought by pirates, silver from Bolivia..."
Tragicosmicas
Humanity is so busy creating and destroying
things at the same time, that there is no space for us to enjoy
what is beautiful and take notice of what is evil around us.
El
Pueblito de San Limon
THE VILLAGE OF SAN LIMON
Latin America is Africa. Many of our countries are immensely influenced
by African culture. Many black people in our contient are victims
of the same kind of apartheid as exists in South Africa. Mandela
is a hope for my America too!
El
Planeta es mi Pais
THE PLANET IS MY COUNTRY
I have lived in both hemispheres of the planet and I love what is
in it. I know it is in pain, and I would like to help it, but how?
Lengua
TONGUE
"My tongue is made of metal, my eyes are of crystal, my body
is of water, my hair is natural, my clothes have a perfume, neighbours
made of paper, my house of chocolate, come to earth in a brothel".
I love the tongue!
Tu
Pais
YOUR COUNTRY
What is it that makes all of us feel proud of our countries when
sometimes they have given us nothing? Is your country a woman wrapped
in a flag? Or is it the funny shape of your country you see on a
map? I think we feel proud of our country because it is the place
where we receive for the first time the natural feeling of love
which comes from the kisses and cuddles of our parents.
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