Friday, November 12, 2010

'Vamos' by Vicentico...a true rockstar.

A few weeks ago, a dear friend of mine posted this video on my FB wall: ‘Vamos.’

It not only reminded me of how much I love my friend, it also brought back memories of one of the greatest bands I have seen playing live.

Los Fabulosos Cadillacs

While this song was composed by Vicentico after he left the band, it reminds me of  the whole band because the song helplessly bears the Cadillac’s signature. ..So, there you have it.

See, this was one of those multi-member/multi-instrument bands that featured a uniquely defined, signature leading voice. Vicentico -its singer, is an icon; a true Latin American rockstar. Everyone loves him, adores him or loves to hate him.

‘Vamos’ may not be Vicentico’s most famous or his most defining song; however it clearly shows the Cadillac style at its best. Vicentico’s voice is beautifully off key, but it is completely filled with pain and nostalgia, his notes go mercilessly straight into your heart as if you needed a reminder that loving is always really, really painful.

But my favorite band member has always been Mr. Flavio, the bass player. He is a myth, a master mind with at least two generations of adoring fans. Flavio Cianciarulo is one of the greatest bass guitar players on earth. No need to argue… just listen.

While Sax Alto usually gets on my nerves, the trombone tickles my fancy -just for the pleasure of comparing instruments. I love a well played rombone, I find it sensual in an unorthodox way. ‘El TromboniƱo Albareda’ -the band’s trombonist until 2002, may very well take your brain for a ride on every one of their songs. While their magnificent percussion set imprints the final seal that proves why Argentinean Rock deserves its own label on Itunes.

‘Vamos” makes me think of a warm afternoon on the beach, after breaking up or loosing big. This is the kind of song you need to burn your demons, gain strength and go forward. This is a song to cry your pain away, then get up and go.


Vamos by Vicentico

Music, The Next Best Thing After Sex.

Everyone who knows me is aware of my obsessive personality, so here’s the latest.
I was born into a family of people that worships music; two of my brothers make a living in the music industry; then we have an older brother who is into classics, Cuban Trova, and other fascinating but more nostalgic stuff, he is a great connoisseur. My mother has a delicate and flawless taste in music so she played a major role in our musical upbringing.

My father’s musical taste was a bit ‘all over the place’ yet he managed to bring home some of the greatest tunes of his era.  We also have a beautiful sister but I believe she is tone deaf or something, we love her regardless.

This passion for music has proven to be painful…beauty makes me suffer all the time.

It’s always the same process: I hear a beautiful song and I fall in love with it; then my obsession makes me want to own it, taste it, analyze it, deconstruct it, swallow it, savor it and then spit it out to the world to tell them how amazing, or how fucked up I find it (depending on the case).

Same thing every time, I could say it’s an addiction.

There is something about having a group of people creating music. It makes me wonder: How does it happen? Where does it come from? How do their brains work to compose them? Have you tried to see it? I mean, in your head? Oh, it’s quite a trip!

Deconstructing a song - in your head, to layer the sounds, the voices, the rhythms, the time, the harmony…oh god! It’s the closest thing to an orgasm, I swear.

Imagine what happened the first time I smoked, I was in a car with a friend in Chicago…he was cranking up something by Moenia -not my most favorite band, however, as we drove through lake shore drive I swear I saw the music, I mean with my very own eyes! It was right there in front of me! Don’t ask me how, but I saw each note layered like a fucking cake….delicious, for me to grab it, to eat it! And that was it for me. There would be no other passion, there could be no other love; everything else became secondary to me, as it was always meant to be.

Now I live for it, for the next song that will rock my world and take my senses for a ride.

I wish I had more time in my hands to review all those perfectly crafted tunes and write about them. Maybe that should be my blog….instead of all this twisted drama I’ve been writing about.

But that’s me: Rockingaby drama queen No. 1

Stay tune….there’s plenty of music around us.