Escape from the Sargori is impossible in this city. The street thermometer indicates a temperature above 40 degrees and the cement emits smoke. Bilbao, more than ever, is a death trap. Even though the protection in the cave of my house is the best choice, I go out into the street to look for the crypts that hide on the map of the asphalt desert. I found one of them at the pier of Ripa. Muelle taberna is a good refuge, as it has an experimental musical performance organized from the ashes of the former Larraskito complex.
The first concert was the Leun Dura project, a trio formed by Itziar Markiegi, Iker Arrazola and Joseba Agirrezabalaga. Industrial dissonances face triballistic batteries to ignite the war between organic and synthetic. Rather than conflict, symbiosis emerges. Itziar, with Joseba travelling, is a demon on on the head of the machine and under the mask that is wearing dressed, a destructive smile is noticed. What to say about Arra: Playing the battery in the resolution process is not free and seeing it is priceless. All three have put the right soundtrack at this end of time.
The second afternoon session was offered by another trio: Composed of Mikel Vega, Izarne Oyarzabal and Fernando Ulzio. An intimidating proposition that combines music, improvisation and dance, combining guitar, saxo and the dance steps of the clake. It's been a two-way ritual, because it's not clear who sets the rhythm, who faces impotence, the fear of being mute, who is the driver in a recital that overflows with tenderness. The scenarios depend on a spell, and so are those around us. Art has to be seduced and that is what they have achieved thanks to the invocations that call the ground.
It's a luxury to watch Garazi Navas live. It is able to swim at the frontiers of the vanguard and academicism and bring the accordion to another dimension. Master as one more organic appendix of your body. In the performance of Muelle he has created painful melodies that have left us dead. The excess bellows of hell have rarely been so appropriate. He also dares to sing, overcoming the chord sounds without the microphone. Pure magic.
The last were Miriam Rzm and Garazi Gorostiaga. The first one has gone up in a suit of sensors and has played with himself and his partner's body, while he works with synths, sounding the contact between them. It starts as a game of friends, creating exciting moments.
According to some theories, when a collapse occurs, the fungi will survive and resurrect the earth. Fungi, those mysterious little organisms. In the face of the collapse of our cities, and also in the face of cultural collapse, the initiatives that have begun to flourish like mushrooms will make us hope. What happened in Muell is just one example, because many others are about to come.