Rue is the name of the Malaga bar, which until now has been Nebula. One of those little cuffs of the modern, where you can occasionally find jurrus or even other urban tribes. He's gathered all over Friday night on the lower floor of the bar. About 25 square meters and three people per square meter.

Almost five years ago I saw for the first time the Lurpekariak group live in Katakrak just a few meters from Nebula. If I am not mistaken, two batteries, two double basins, voice and trumpet. The current formations are a battery and a bass, the voice and the trumpet, and the newness of a trombone. The initial greeting has been made with the melody and measure that each one has wanted and with it we have begun to bury, auditory cleaning has begun.

The sound conversation is going on. More than an interview, the initial gave the race, one after the other. But they have managed to get together and start talking with their eyes at the same height. Improvisation requires responding to the context of each moment, a game with a great presence in the activity of these musicians. But, for example, as Hemsy de Gainza says, the freedom of improvisation is not a lack of slogans (Peru Galbet and Ibor RG, who have recently come to offer a concert in another corner of the city). “They don’t know what’s going to happen, but we less,” one of the musicians launched at first. In addition to the freest or least free, some songs have been more satisfied. They have made a hole, among other things, to the beautiful escape song Lilia, by Ander García (if you do not know it immediately please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please) and we have been able to recognize other traditional melodies (I can say traditional…?) Some with some jump.

The contraband has for a time become ttun-ttun and the trumpet Ion Celestino has spoken in French, “but only to ask for sosas,” all in “vascuence.” Onomatopeyas, attempts to get away from temperate tuning and some beautiful phrases outside the voice of Nerea Erbiti. These are the authors of the Bertsolari Txapelketa Nagusia tuning last year. Even now something more is understood…

The Submarinist was born as a search group, perhaps more inward than outward. But that interior is open to everything you want to get in and what you learn from time to time is just that your head appears. Today I have been cut off and the closing words of the concert have taken me home.

To stop the clock, I will ask you not to enter the sun, so that it does not end tomorrow.