Transparent Beings
When: April 20th.
In which: In the Plaza of the Castle of Pamplona.
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The concert is only half an hour away in the Plaza del Castillo de Pamplona; but it is still half empty, because it is raining. Whether they’re from Porlan or not, no one wants to get wet: the earliest and most healthy people are waiting for them at the kiosk in the middle of the square; the later ones, that is, the most enthusiastic boat owners or those who have spent the whole weekend in Berriozar, have turned the porches that surround the square into comfortable and risk-free caves and have not come near until they have ordered the next boat.
Everything has changed so that everyone stays the same. It was to be expected in view of the situation. The large square, the petral weather, and a great margin of safety between the public and the stage. We have decided to reverse the situation through an epic but silent action, and we have put ourselves ahead of anyone. You're embarrassed. On one side. Strong emotions, yes, but without passing.
Two songs from the new album Orube have sung the moments when more people have come and the first line has reached our height. We like what they are building at this stage. A few classics to start to warm up the atmosphere: it’s suspicious, but maybe the mistakes don’t even serve to learn anymore... It’s been four years since my last album, but I haven’t forgotten the lyrics. If you choose one of the classics, however, the smile that Jon Basaguren usually shows on stage. How grateful it is to feel this closeness, because a band is not just music. With the focus slightly widened, Aitor Aguirre (Duluth) takes the place of Danilo Foronda, the bass in his hands and the second voices between his teeth. That's how they're doing and will be doing on this tour.
If I had to look at the people and say what the people of Vitoria-Gasteiz are doing, I would say this: to see them is to rest their heads on the shoulder of the neighbor and sing while their eyes shine without increasing the volume much; it is to come out from time to time under the umbrella and make some jumps like a spinning top; it is to go to a quiet concert and end up crowning instead of tearing the throat a, a, aaaa...
In fact, as subtle as it is subtle, the integrity that the second voices give to this group, both from above and below, now one, now two, now three. Each one in the corresponding tone and moment. Because you don’t have to be impulsive to scream, or shout to be impulsive if you do it right. Not even to proclaim the Basque Country liberated in a place like this.
Those of us who don’t sing very well – not to say we sing badly – know very well that there is a widespread belief, I don’t know in this country or around the world, that it is not advisable to sing badly in beautiful weather if you don’t want the rain to start. I didn’t know it could happen the other way around.