Last stop in Serrat, Madrid

At her age (she’s 79 at the end of this month), there were pregnant women, teenagers, ministers, professionals, everyone. helping her interpret songs that now seem like the natural history of a time and a country. Some, with their grandparents or parents, in Serrat’s voice, thanked them. Noi del Poble Sec They shared not their age, but their songs or what an unforgettable voice told about the past perfect.

The applause was like the blessing shared by the return from the hands of figures like Antonio Machado or Miguel Hernández or his own grandfather, El Furo, who was killed by Franco and lost his track in a valley that was no longer grass. this Frost It was sung by the poet from Orihuela on Wizink, as if Serrat had brought him to the surface for the first time in a land where grandfather was part of a shattered future and still had sad glints in its gutters..

Dressed in a brown shirt, accompanied by his usual musicians (Ricard Miralles, at the piano, with his never-aging hands, and who has been with Serrat all his life), Nano came in with an exuberant sensibility. In the nights and days left behind by different generations of his audience, it was as if he had regenerated his songs so that no one would forget that we were once “happy” with him, as his own lines say. He introduced himself by declaring kisses and hugs, “lips deliver kisses”. He had no other claim to a song that people were waiting for, other than the words and music that opened his soul as if it were new. For freedom… “Like a lily.”

Punctual, shedding light on musicians, the greatest Spanish-language legendary songwriter began to devote time to humor and gossip, to mischief “Goodbye to a city with so much love and complicity” gave it to him as he recalled his childhood as a sailor on Poble Sec, the voice from the stands said, “We love you!” he replied. Lots of autobiography, mother, father, grandfather who killed… Characters that are still alive (“characters don’t age”) Mediterrenian this gave him a navigational map in the history of songs that had the strongest aesthetic and poetic center in that melody that seemed like a birth certificate for a legion of followers: “Humid in the morning, hot in the afternoon…”.

There’s no hesitation in a recital that looks more like a testament than a premiere; here love (“the woman I love doesn’t need it”) and other trusts evoke a memory of wanting to say goodbye before what happened and what happened. residue His audience portrays Serrat, and that sense of novelty was in the voices that followed him with motionless lips last night.now humming songs that seem fresh from the poet’s imagination when they look back.

He sang and joked, he Noi del Poble Sec he looked like a neighborhood boy raising recent kings (Queen of England, ex-King of Spain) and their descendants; He was funny and emotional, as if he were at a table with his friends, where the myths of his time took place. Raphael Azcona anyone Manuel Vincentride a carousel or sing some of their songs (flamenco table) It had a real root or at least as real as the loneliness left in the little frosty bunch… “Oh my love, I don’t understand waking up without you”.

The people surrendered. Next to the journalist was the actor. Jacob Dicentafifty years old, now from the cast Holy Innocents at the theater with his co-star Fernando Huesca; journalist in the back Almudena Ariza (he knows and sings all the songs!); There were poets like rosacea, Luis Garcia Montero anyone Chus Visor; Ministers such as agriculture, Luis Planasor the Presidency, Felix Bolanosother personalities like Gregorio Maranonand an endless number of other faces forming a crowd…

Descendants of Nova Cançó from the ’68 generation or their colleagues now younger than thirty an immortal whose words seem like part of a party with no end, but tonight the biggest member of the party will definitely start saying goodbye. “Your name”, of course, “sounds like grass to me”. It was a deification.