Gabriel Garcia Marquez - December 16, 1980 Posted by Beto Cronopio ...
Press Releases 1980 - 1984, Mondadori, Spain
That's right: the only common nostalgia that one has with his children are the songs of the Beatles. Each one for different reasons, of course, and with a different pain, as always with poetry.
I do not forget that memorable day in 1963 in Mexico when I first heard it in a conscious one Beatles song. Since then I discovered that the universe was contaminated by them. In our house in San Angel, where he barely had to sit on, there were only two songs: a selection of Debussy preludes and the first Beatles album.
Throughout the city, at any time, you could hear a cry of crowds, "Help, I need somebody." Someone raised again by the time the old theme that the best musicians are those of the second letter in the catalog : Bach, Beethoven, Brahms and Bartok. Someone repeated the same nonsense as always: to include a Bosart. Alvaro Mutis, who like all great scholar of the music has an incurable weakness for symphonic bricks, insisted on including Bruckner. Another was to repeat again the battle for Berlioz, who fought against it because I could not get over the superstition that is oiseau de malheur, ie croaker. Instead, I strive, since then, including the Beatles. Emilio Garcia Riera, who agreed with me and is a critic and film historian with a little supernatural lucidity, especially after the second drink, he said in those days: "I hear the Beatles with some fear, because I feel I'm going to remember them for the rest of my life. "is the only case I know of someone with enough foresight to realize that I was experiencing the birth of their nostalgia.
One then entered the studio of Carlos Fuentes, and I was typing with one finger of one hand, as it always has, in the midst of a dense cloud of smoke and insulated from the horrors of the universe Beatles music at full volume. (....)
this afternoon, thinking all this against a bleak window where the snow falls, with more than fifty years above and still not know very well who the fuck I'm not here, I have the impression that the world was like from my birth until the Beatles started singing. Everything changed then. The men were allowed to grow his hair and beard, the women learned to undress naturally, changed the way they dress and love, and began the liberation of sex and drugs to dream. Were deafening years of the Vietnam war and rebellion university. But above all, it was hard learning a different relationship between parents and children, the beginning of a new dialogue between them that had seemed impossible for centuries.
I do not forget that memorable day in 1963 in Mexico when I first heard it in a conscious one Beatles song. Since then I discovered that the universe was contaminated by them. In our house in San Angel, where he barely had to sit on, there were only two songs: a selection of Debussy preludes and the first Beatles album.
Throughout the city, at any time, you could hear a cry of crowds, "Help, I need somebody." Someone raised again by the time the old theme that the best musicians are those of the second letter in the catalog : Bach, Beethoven, Brahms and Bartok. Someone repeated the same nonsense as always: to include a Bosart. Alvaro Mutis, who like all great scholar of the music has an incurable weakness for symphonic bricks, insisted on including Bruckner. Another was to repeat again the battle for Berlioz, who fought against it because I could not get over the superstition that is oiseau de malheur, ie croaker. Instead, I strive, since then, including the Beatles. Emilio Garcia Riera, who agreed with me and is a critic and film historian with a little supernatural lucidity, especially after the second drink, he said in those days: "I hear the Beatles with some fear, because I feel I'm going to remember them for the rest of my life. "is the only case I know of someone with enough foresight to realize that I was experiencing the birth of their nostalgia.
One then entered the studio of Carlos Fuentes, and I was typing with one finger of one hand, as it always has, in the midst of a dense cloud of smoke and insulated from the horrors of the universe Beatles music at full volume. (....)
this afternoon, thinking all this against a bleak window where the snow falls, with more than fifty years above and still not know very well who the fuck I'm not here, I have the impression that the world was like from my birth until the Beatles started singing. Everything changed then. The men were allowed to grow his hair and beard, the women learned to undress naturally, changed the way they dress and love, and began the liberation of sex and drugs to dream. Were deafening years of the Vietnam war and rebellion university. But above all, it was hard learning a different relationship between parents and children, the beginning of a new dialogue between them that had seemed impossible for centuries.
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