My first memory (but also one of the most memorable) on the subject in question is of Andresito C., about 8 years old (I would have been about 6 years old), demolishing one of the walls of his room with a heavy hammer. . And he did so with the consent of his parents (my parents’ acquaintances) because they didn’t want to “castrate” his “expression”. With decades passed and shared nights, every time I remember this child-home-destroying postcard from Andrés from a distant Buenos Aires, he looks at me and confines himself to the outline of a Giocondo Mono Liso smile; as if I had hallucinated him, or as if he regretted not continuing the demolition until the whole building was finished.
In any case, it is known and heard that Calamaro continues to tear down walls and/or (as presented in one of his favorite songs) open the door “like a prolific poet”.
And yes, at that time, in 1999, the very poetic and prolific Brutal Honesty already had more than 37 and not incomplete songs (one for each year that its author had at the time), a full repertoire with many walls and walls the one which. many doors. It now has six CDs in its extra brut and XL version reincarnation, the well-known double, the unique Original version and three bonus In & subs along with covers, outs and everything else. EXTREME? No: perfect.
And a lot has been said/said about the eventful, turbulent, accidental, and dazzling recording of one of those double albums that automatically refers to the founding album The Beatles/White, where all goes well and all goes well. Hence, Brutal Honesty (although the closest stylistic/aesthetic reference is Bob Dylan’s Blonde on Blonde, and I love you just as much, with a circular, playful, subtle and wild and shifting melody like I Want You) Red red hot album
One of the highest peaks
Here is a walled artist who is on constant red alert and descends into the anti-atom bunker to ascend to one of its highest peaks. There are many more walls to tear down here: the wall of divorce, the wall of mirror, and the crooked but relentless bathroom medicine cabinet (after emptying all of her meds), Alta suciedad’s previous and smack dams, who no longer answer when asked who sounds the prettiest and best, and whose wall is overshadowed by her supernova demeanor. The rock star of his hugely successful post-rodríguezismo is the wall of the wall without being blindfolded.
Here comes the honest and ruthless red-faced Andrés as Pink from The Wall. “Yes, the Wall, but also Door, Floor, Window, Ceiling…”, he explained to me when I was interviewed about the release of Brutal Honesty while accompanying The Don’t in San Sebastián. He remembered the making of Bob Dylan’s Late Tour, another part of his never-ending tour in various Spanish cities, and something that continued to disarm to be put together in low-end, various cities and recording studios.
“There was a very exhilarating and a very scary moment when we were sure that someone would not reach the end of the recording. It was like playing Russian roulette. We made a bet. First we lost a sound engineer; then i lost myself Let’s see if I can find myself one day, ha! A lot of people were scared… And all of them, always with a cold gun feeling around their necks. All musicians are going through or about to go through deep emotional crises. If you’re not or aren’t getting divorced, you haven’t been in Brutal Honesty… But there’s rock and roll and what do you want me to tell you, it seems like the ideal scene to experience it in a year. finished with three nines. Also, I don’t know anyone who has lived a three-nine year before… In a nutshell: My Apocalypse of ruthless honesty has now crossed my Martín Fierro,” he added.
And, of course, there’s something about it: there’s a galloping gaucho-napalm, and there’s a sea-pampean ride with valkyries. And it’s already intuited (“Fortunately or unfortunately, most of the time my songs get to know what’s happened to me or what’s going to happen to me before I do. In that sense, Brutal Honesty is a terribly futuristic album. I think”, AC predicts its mega-sequel-hangover-extra brutality. but the following year, before five CDs of a Salmon (which could be called Moby Dick) disappeared from old sites, I would swim/hang out for a long time.And it wasn’t back to 100% with the awesome and cheerful La lengua popular until 2007. (The singer, Tinta roja and El palacio de las flores, is almost like cautious re-encounters with himself through others), in which he triumphantly said: « Part my mind has not changed, and at the same time I am not the old Andrés who never sleeps anymore». But then for all this still some left and now it was a long time ago.
Fortunately, the music and lyrics remain, and the memories still remain, and I remember telling AC in 1999 in a luxury hotel room in San Sebastián that Dylan was worried about that teenager in a report. Singer-songwriters named Hank were no longer in sight. “Don’t say you said that…” she told me. A second later he knocked on the door: “Hankdrés Calamaro” smiled as he fruitfully and poetically opened another door, but did not stop looking at the side wall because of this.