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Saturday, November 29, 2008

Closer To God [Single]
(Nothing/TVT, 1994)

Playing for the Machines

In Walter Benjamin’s essay, The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction, he is engrossed by a central tension between placing art into the arms of the masses and leaving art with those who will treat it as an entity to be contemplated and revered. While he debates the subject at length, he never actually resolves the issue. Along with the “commodification”, the loss of tradition, and the lessening of authenticity that he feels are intrinsic to the mechanical reproduction of art, Benjamin is also disturbed by fact that, especially with film and recorded music, the artists play for machines. “What matters is that the part is acted not for an audience but for a mechanical contrivance...” (Benjamin 229) (In this and all following quotes or paraphrasing one can easily liken a musician to the actor Benjamin refers to.) There are two consequences Benjamin sees as a result of playing to the machines: the first being that a music studio allows the artist to complete a song in multiple takes while also using mechanical enhancements and the second consequence being the lack of audience feedback for the performer.

According to Benjamin the first consequence of playing to a machine is that “the actor’s performance is presented by means of a camera... The camera that presents the performance of the film actor to the public need not respect the performance as an integral whole.” (Benjamin 228) To extrapolate on Benjamin’s position, the same could be said about the recording of music. Recorded music is normally the result of many takes and is frequently modified by a variety of studio techniques. The machines in the studio allow the artists to dub in sounds or samples, splice together music from random sessions, or lay down instruments one at a time for a layered effect. In essence, these machines provide the artists with the ability to work until they believe they have a perfect product. Technology and its machines allow a song to be dissected, augmented, and then pieced back together for the desired effect, so in a sense the end result is presented by the machine as Benjamin has alluded to, however this may not be as detrimental to “the art” as he surmises.

by Nine Inch Nails off of The Downward Spiral, 1994, provides an excellent example of what can happen when an artist embraces the act of playing to the machines. Nine Inch Nails basically consists of Trent Reznor and his studio equipment. However, this one-man band is capable of producing some of the loudest, intelligently pointed yet abrasive music of today. Nine Inch Nails can be seen as a continuation of the “industrial music” concept that started in the late 1960s and early 1970s with groups like Can, Kraftwerk, and Throbbing Gristle. These bands found their inspiration in the styles of individuals like John Cage, William Burroughs, and Karlheinz Stockhausen.

All of whom rethought the concept of ‘music’ by incorporating into their compositions the industrial noises of cars, airplanes, and other machines; the multi-tracking (cut and paste) effects which recording technology makes possible; and the eerie sounds of early synthesizers. (Heumann 2, part 1)

Contemporary “industrial music” has evolved and changed since the 1960’s but the dark underlying motives of assaulting the traditional musical conventions with layers of shocking and dehumanizing electronic cacophony still remain. However what sets Nine Inch Nails apart from other modern “industrial” artists and is perhaps the most important accomplishment of NIN is Trent Reznor “writing and industrial song with the word I in it.” (Weisbard 1)

Trent Reznor constantly places himself as the first person narrator is his music adding an obvious human agent to a genre of music usually characterized by “anonymous sounds of engines, drums beats, and voice boxes” as seen with artists like Kraftwerk and Can. (Heumann 2, part 1) The addition of the individual to the traditionally anonymous and uniform genre is where Nine Inch Nails begins to use the very machines to which they are playing to create their hallmark sounds of dehumanization and the gruesome.

In Closer, Trent Reznor narrates the song and is trying terribly to assert some form of control over the “You” presented in the lyrics. While Trent Reznor does violate, desecrate, and penetrate “You” all these actions are made possible by “You” who allows them to take place. During the chorus “I” (Trent Reznor) struggles to place “You” in a place of minimal control as to reclaim the lost power of “I”. Trent Reznor’s place in his relationship with “You” dynamically changes within the song from passive to aggressive to passive again as he attempts to claim his individuality and authority while possessing the “overwhelming fear that ‘I’ is losing its ‘self’ and merging with everything else.” (Heumann 2, part 2)

The conflicts between “You” and “I” and control and subjectivity are played out in the music of Closer. Trent Reznor places “his own body (figured musically as the voice) in opposition to the synthesized and digitized music that frames it. (Heumann 2, part 2) Trent Reznor struggles to maintain the independence of his voice and to stop the technological mechanization (which is the musical manifestation of “You”) from taking it over.

The narrator weaves his own personal search for redemption across denunciations of god, religion, politics, phallic power, sexuality, and violence, all which seem coupled with an insistent desire to break beyond the boundaries which restrict bodies, ideologies, and subjectivities. These themes, while evoked lyrically, are mirrored musically in the continual blurring of ‘natural’ and ‘artificial’ sounds which surround him. (Heumann 2, part 2)

Nine Inch Nails uses the technology of the recording studio to symbolize “You” and “Your” control over Trent Reznor. The struggles and darkness of Closer are emoted through the utilization of machines and with out them the battle between “You” and “I” manifested as the conflict between “natural” and “synthesized” would not be observed. “The theme of pain is connected with the equally enigmatic interplay between human sensations and technologically-produced sounds.” (Heumann 1, part 2) While this example of playing to the machines only proves Benjamin’s point that the recording studio does not “respect the performance as an integral whole,” Closer demonstrates that the technological element of the music can be introduced as an agent in its own right, an improbable task without the recording studio.

Besides becoming a personification device the recording studio allows for one person to be the mastermind behind the music created. In his studio, Trent Reznor combines synthesized melodies and tape-looped drums he himself produces with samples of screeches and moans to complete his effect. These electronic tracks he creates are the results of his passions and emotions alone, therefore when one listens to a Nine Inch Nails album the sounds heard are played exactly where and how Trent intended them to be.

When Nine Inch Nails gives a concert however, this is not always the case. Obviously Trent Reznor cannot, at the same time live on stage, make all the sounds heard on any given song while not only singing lead but back-up vocals as well. For this reason Nine Inch Nails concerts often have musicians backing Trent. While the musicians and other various supporters can be told how to play, they will not have the same fervor and emotions Trent had while composing the songs. These live versions will also have the perceptions and intuitions of the musicians coming into play and therefore they will always be a bit different from the final version of the song on an album. It could then be argued that the authentic version of the song would be the version on the album composed solely by Trent Reznor and colored by only his emotions and not the live version in which the band reconfigures the tune. While the recording studio does give an artist the ability to have multiple takes and splice wherever he sees fit, perhaps instead of criticizing the studio for it’s lack of respect for “the performances as an integral whole” (Benjamin 228) the recording studio should be praised for birthing a new form of machine-mediated authenticity.

For Benjamin the second consequence of playing to a machine is the lack of audience-artist interaction as compared to that which occurs during a live performance. “[T]he film actor lacks the opportunity of the stage actor to adjust to the audience during his performance, since he does not present his performance to the audience in person.” (Benjamin 228) While this is true, the lack of audience reaction is not necessarily something that should be viewed as negative.

By playing to a recording device Trent Reznor was able to completely express his anger, frustration, and desire that are the fabric of the dark motifs in Closer without concerning himself with an immediate audience backlash. Perhaps, more of his passion and emotion were expressed because he was not telling his tale to a human, someone who could judge him, but to an undiscriminating machine. Recording studios allow for the unleashing of unbridled feelings of lust, ecstasy, and hate without having to conform to an audience’s preference. The only people that hear the music while it is being constructed, besides Trent Reznor, are the people in the studio such as engineers and technicians. One would assume that these people are hired because of their expertise but also for their appreciation for the type of music Nine Inch Nails produces. The engineers and technicians are probably the individuals who admire the talent of Trent Reznor and understand the themes that run through the music the most.

Trent Reznor does not make albums to appeal to the masses, the song Closer, like many of his other songs, has to be reconfigured and censored to become palatable for mass consumption. Amazingly, however, Trent Reznor finds ways to make the radio edit version perhaps more offensive than the original by using technology. Closer is an extremely dense song full of electronic noises and screaming synthesizers, so when Reznor states “I wanna fuck you like an animal”, while perfectly audible, this violent and angst riddled claim does not so much shock the listener as it mimics the dark frenzy of the music. The radio edit version is an entirely different story:

When the song is played on the radio, the word “fuck” is replaced by a momentary silence in the music. This produces an uncanny reaction on the part of the listener, who (one would assume) knows what the censored word is, yet is prevented from hearing it because of moral or religious restrictions on particular language in the mass media. Rather than silencing the word “fuck,” however, the silencing of the narrative at this point winds up drawing one’s attention to this unspoken word, giving it more resonance than it would have if they had simply left the song alone. (Heumann 2, notes)

Through using technology Nine Inch Nails manages to conform to the censorship legislation while still maintaing their edge and affirming that Trent Reznor does not make albums for the “top forty” listener. The recording studio allows Nine Inch Nails to freely express themselves, find their niche, and avoid conforming to the preference of the masses. This would not be possible if Nine Inch Nails only played in the live arena.

Walter Benjamin wrote The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction in 1936, so in his defense he obviously could not have envisioned what recorded music would have manifested into. However, if his disdain for film is likened to recorded music it can be assumed he would not have approved. His concerns with the lack of audience-artist interaction and the altering of a “whole” performance by splicing, layering, or dubbing would perhaps be alleviated if he knew that through playing to a machine artists have the unrestricted ability to release their passions and consciousness while also constructing music that completely embodies their essence and is only moderately reproducible live. By playing to the machine a new form of machine mediated authenticity was born.

-Nicolette Valdez, 2002

Works Cited

Benjamin, Walter. “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction.” Illuminations. Ed. Hannah Arendt. Trans. Harry Zohn. New York: Schocken Books, 1968. 217-242.

Heumann, Michael. “Entertainment Through Pain: Sexual Chaos and Industrial Terror in the Music of Trent Reznor.” Part 1. Accessed March 9, 2002 at 1:30pm.

Heumann, Michael. “Entertainment Through Pain: Sexual Chaos and Industrial Terror in the Music of Trent Reznor.” Part 2. Accessed March 9, 2002 at 1:32pm.

Heumann, Michael. “Entertainment Through Pain: Sexual Chaos and Industrial Terror in the Music of Trent Reznor.” Notes. Accessed March 9, 2002 at 1:31pm.

Weisbard, Eric. “Piggy Fucker.” The Village Voice. April 5, 1994 Accessed March 15, 2002 at 12:30pm.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

The Disco Box (Rhino, 1999)

Enero de 1999. Rhino Records lanza al mercado una caja de cuatro CDs conteniendo los mejores -y adquiribles- momentos de la música disco desde sus inicios en 1973, pasando por su apogeo, su fase de meseta, su orgasmo en 1978, su fase de resolución y finalizando con su ocaso en 1984. podría ser, hasta ahora, la colección definitiva de uno de los fenómenos musicales más interesantes y activos, además de polémicos.

Polémico porque o la quieres o la odias, más no le eres indiferente. Disco es fiesta, parranda, y también angustia y posición política. No es rock and roll; es más, los "rockeros clásicos" detestan la música disco (ojo, Cacao no). Recordemos que en 1978 las radios hacían encuestas para saber quienes eran mejores, si los Beatles o los Bee-Gees, y que luego, saturados por tanto stayin' aliiiiive aprendimos a odiarlos. Durante el auge máximo, se hacían eventos multitudinarios donde los "verdaderos" amantes de la "buena música" destruían discos de 45RPM y LPs, rompiéndolos y hasta haciéndolos detonar. Si no es rock and roll, ¿qué es? ¿Soul acelerado? Probablemente. Recordemos que muchas de las canciones disco eran originalmente baladas que, al acelerarse, se convertían en números bailables. George Clinton definió a la música disco como música Funky a la cual el ritmo se le había alterado de tal manera que no hayan blancas en las barras, sino solamente negras. Al ser un ritmo constante, un golpeo de bombo de 4/4, puede llegar a saturar y a molestar, además de provocar. 

La Disco molestó, claro que sí, pero la mediocridad de las nuevas tendencias de los noventas hizo que reapareciera en 1995, apoyada por bandas como Jamiroquai, por el auge de los D.Js de música trance y por películas como Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert¸ Muriel's Wedding (sobre todo con la música de ABBA,) Boogie Nights y 54. Madre de la música electrónica y de los raves, la Disco Music encontró en la década pasada un excelente catalizador. Resulta que la música disco es música para bailar, y lo curioso es que, rayos, es bastante buena si uno quiere mover el esqueleto. Efectiva para sacudir las caderas, sudar un poco y quemar grasas, es la banda sonora de nuestra vida diaria. Yendo al trabajo, la radio adulto-contemporánea nos suelta I will survive. Unos la pueden tomar como un grito de guerra, otros como un himno gay. Uno puede escuchar I love the nightlife mientras baila con la chica más guapa de la fiesta o mientras llora por el amor no correspondido en la esquina de ésta... please don't talk about love tonight... es música para olvidar las penas bailándolas; y con sus líneas de bajo y sus percusiones, funciona.

Pros de la caja:

  • Cuatro CDs a un precio decente (aunque pudiera parecer caro, pero los de Rhino son así porque sus colecciones son exactamente eso, colecciones con todo bien emperifollado, que le vamos a hacer), cada uno con un promedio de 19 canciones muy bailables.

  • El libro que acompaña a la caja incluye un ensayo interesantísimo sobre la evolución de la música disco. Además, recomienda álbumes originales y avisa si están disponibles o no. Algo digno de Cacao.

  • La primera canción es "Love's Theme" de Love Unlimited Orchestra (léase Barry White), grabada en 1973. Importante pieza clave para la música disco.

  • El orden de las canciones es estrictamente cronológico.

  • Si la fiesta está al borde del colapso, estos CDs la pueden salvar. Hay tanta música de donde escoger...

  • Son versiones originales, de los artistas originales, tal como aparecieron en su momento.

  • No son regrabaciones posteriores ni versiones "en vivo" de esas que abundan en el mercado y que en verdad no son nada más que gato por liebre.

    Contras de la caja:

  • El compilador exageró llegando hasta 1984, cuando ya la música disco había desaparecido por completo. Como la compilación es cronológica, se llega hasta "Fresh" de Kool & The Gang, una canción disco fuera de época.

  • La ausencia de Bee Gees y ABBA. Los derechos no fueron cedidos a Rhino. O de seguro los precios de éstos eran elevados.

  • La ausencia de música disco europea, especialmente de Italia. Se extraña a Massara con su "Margherita," a Raffaella Carrá y a Umberto Tozzi. Pero en verdad, la Disco Italiana se merece una caja de cuatro discos también, aunque Disco Italia: Essential Italo-Disco Classics (1977-1985) es un excelente comienzo.

  • Las versiones de las canciones son las de los singles, y no hay ninguna versión larga. Ejemplos: "Good Times" de Chic aquí dura cuatro minutos, insuficientes en comparación a los ocho originales, "Disco Inferno" de The Trampps no alcanza el clímax de la versión de diez minutos y "You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)" de Sylvester no dura los necesarios seis minutos y medio. "Ring My Bell" de Anita Ward? la del 45, no la de los 8 minutos.

Disco Italia: Essential Italo-Disco Classics (1977-1985) came in 2008 to remind us Italy didn't invent Disco but perfected it. Speaking of social tension (see Nicolette Valdez's article at the end of this review), Italy and specially the Bologna region didn't have it easy in the mid seventies, and all the stress of the modern times had to be let out on the dance floor. Italian Disco is about having fun with a broken heart as well, but its blending of european sounds and attitude, plus a sense of creativity american and british acts couldn't find, althought it inspired the Italian artists in creating something like a proto-house genre. The sound was cheap and reflecting the amateurism of the DJ's and musicians who were stumped trying to imitate, or embellish, a sound from scratch.
There's "Wojtyla Disco Dance, Pt. 1" by Freddy The Flying Dutchman & The Sistina Band to prove the evolution of House Music and to state, like Darwin, that it came from Italy and influenced artists like Pet Shop Boys and Madonna in the eighties. The input from Boney M and Silver Convention can be heard in DD Sound's "Burnin' Love," the epic produced by Angelo LaBionda and released in 1977:

From the very first track, Five Letters' "Tha Kee Tha Tha" and its high and low bass game, we realize we're gonna love the simplicity, the charisma and the magic of the Bologna region. Disco Italia features 13 Spaghetti Dance tunes by Italian acts that don't sing an italian word (everything in eee-nglish, baby) and is a great beginning to go deep into the mystery of Italo-Disco, and discover more artists that will make us... dance the blues away. We can't wait for more.

Social Tension, The “Others”, and Disco Music

by Nicolette Valdez, Spring 2002

The music that came to be known as disco was born out of a fusion of soul, gospel, and funk styles in the early 1970’s. The identifying characteristics of disco music were the emphasized or “four on the floor” dance beat, throbbing bass, and synthetic instrumentation. The earliest and truest supporters of disco were predominantly black and Latino gay men. Clubs where disco music was played became safe-havens where this ostracized group could shed all pretenses and embrace their true selves without repercussion. Many of the popular songs played in these venues had elements of irony and camp that only the gay population was aware of. This allowed the Latino and black homosexual community, which was usually excluded in everyday life, to be part of the inside crowd, have their own secrets, and to finally have a place where they belonged. Another aspect of disco music that bolstered the fraternity and brotherhood of its followers was the presence of the black diva. Her purpose was to act as the voice of the silenced minority and, because of her standard gospel training, to bring a sense of spirituality to the dance floor. Needless to say, due to the group of people who supported it, disco suffered a huge backlash in the late seventies and early eighties. “For many, the rise of anti-disco sentiment let them mask their prejudices toward blacks and gays in the guise of ‘musical taste.’ ” [1] Nevertheless, disco functioned to uplift its people and community and served as the language of tolerance and acceptance for a persecuted people.

As the sixties ended, the United States was experiencing heightened friction and tension as a result of the assassinations of revered leaders, the struggle for civil rights, and the Vietnam war. “For all their liberation movements and monumental achievements, the sixties were a dark night of the soul for many Americans. Free love and flower power ran smack up against a level of hatred and violence that stood out even in such a hate-filled and violent century.” [2] One June night in 1969, a gay bar in Greenwich Village called the Stonewall Inn was raided by the New York Police Department. While police harassment of gay bars was not unusual at the time, this specific incident catalyzed the emergence of an ignored spirit of righteousness and rebellion in the people of the Village. The retaliation turned into a full-fledged riot that continued for several nights.[3]

“Like other dance music before it, disco appeared when it did because it was what people needed.” [4] These were troubled times especially for the gay and minority communities who were overtly persecuted by governmental agencies and bigoted citizens without much consequence. Dancing all night to disco music allowed a sort of escapism where one could forget all of the bullying, social upheaval, and political turmoil surrounding them. The underground disco clubs in the early seventies were popular places that gay men and kids of blue collared workers went in search of a release from daily life. “At disco’s peak, getting down with the music was the best way to get your mood up and get on with your life. That was a major challenge for a lot of people.” [5]

Perhaps disco worked so well as a tool for escape and a passive form of opposing the moral majority because of its roots and musical characteristics. As disco came into its own as a genre it borrowed many identifiable traits from its forefathers, so to speak, as well as from the contemporary styles of the time. “From Latin music, it takes its percolating percussion, its sensuous, throbbing rhythms; from the ‘60s ‘funk’ music of James Brown and Sly Stone, it borrows a kicky bass-guitar line; from Afro-Cuban music, it repeats simple lyric lines like voodoo chants; and like early rock ‘n’ roll, it exploits the honking saxophones of black rhythm and blues.” [6]

However the obvious parentage of funk, soul, gospel, and Latin music was not enough to keep disco music from becoming an orphan of sorts. Despite the direct influence each of these styles had on disco, none of the genres wanted to claim responsibility for the origination of disco. Disco music became an unwanted child created from already stigmatized parents, not unlike the listeners of disco themselves. Two of the primary reasons for the abandonment were the emphasis on the beat and the synthetic instrumentation of the songs.

Disco put the foremost importance on the beat, it was in fact disco that created the “four-on-the-floor” dance beat.[7] Many disco club patrons could not help but dance when they not only heard the music but felt the powerful thumping bass and fast driving drums vibrating their bodies. The power of the insistent beat to compel the dancers into a frenzy of desire was regarded by mainstream society as dangerous. “The most common topos in disco lyrics, the exhortation to ‘get out on the floor’ and ‘get down,’ suggests that the power of the beat to make us dance is commensurate with the power of desire to lead us into sexual acts, even those considered forbidden, unnatural, even unnameable by our culture.[8]

The fact that most of the percussion and supporting instruments present in disco music were mechanized simply furthered the condemnation. Most other styles of music at the time were synthesizer free and relied solely on “real” instruments such as guitar, bass, drums, and brass. Breaks where instrumentalists would improvise a solo were still valued as to showcase one’s skill. The synthetic studio perfected quality of disco music lead to analogies that likened gay men to the “artificial clones” and caused the music to be called manufactured and soulless. To these claims Walter Hughes responded that it was the synthetic disco beat that catalyzed the realizations of a new and authentic self for the gay community who were anything but artificial clones. “Minority status can free us from being trapped in miserable, straight, white, Christian enclaves, just as the disco beat compels us to contemplate new forms of social and personal integration.”[9]

The same reasons that caused the moral majority to find disco so threatening, gave the minority gay population solace and strength. By accepting such a stigmatized musical style as their entertainment of choice, the black and Latino gay men were forming a passive resistance against the power structure. In identifying with something that society’s established norm disapproved of so vehemently the gay community was purposely being dissident and rallying against convention.

Besides functioning as a vehicle for the gay community’s subversive retaliation, disco music also acted as an expression of tolerance and acceptance. The clubs that played disco in the early seventies were “underground,” meaning that they were secret places whose locations were only known by a certain group of people.

It was in the underground that society’s “outcasts”--blacks, Hispanics, gay men, the working class--found community and flourished. Small dance floors in vacant buildings, even private homes, became havens from an intolerant world where patrons could enjoy profound freedom and the purest of democracies. All were equal in the Land of Pleasure. From this ethnic, sexual, and socioeconomic mélange would arise the extraordinary musical, social, and cultural phenomenon that became disco.[10]

It was in these special hideouts that the black and Latino gay men were surrounded by people like them who were accepting and supportive of their lifestyle.

The culture at the time had dictated that straight white men listened to rock music, straight black men listened to funk, and straight Latinos listened to various regional and folk styles. Disco was for “others.” [11] This meant that this special community was not only shunned because they were ethnic minorities, but inside their already persecuted racial groups they were also ostracized because of their sexual preference. Therefore, the common denominator present in the first days of disco was oppression.

The “others” that society used to compare themselves to in order to demonstrate normalcy were people in desperate need of acceptance and a place where they could belong and be free. Many gay men felt it necessary to disguise their true sexuality during the day from “prying heterosexual eyes” for safety precautions. For the most part, black and Latino gay men only found the feelings of belonging and freedom they longed for in the everyday life on the dance floor in underground disco clubs with their community of fellow outcasts. [12]

Mitchell Morris, professor of Musicology and Music History at UCLA, remembers, “Whenever we entered the bar, we seemed to sense a sudden accession to freedom; we could speak the language of our desire without fear of reprisal. Needless to say this was addictive.” [13] The desire to be their true selves and to be around others who were either like them, or at least accepting of their behavior, compelled gay men to seek out disco clubs where music that truly embodied their wants and angst was played.

Most of the disco songs that struck a chord with the gay community were either dealing with the physicality that the music compelled or had an element of irony or camp. Songs like the Village People’s “Macho Man” were laden with ironic and campy sentiments for the gay community. The beginning of “Macho Man” is a critique of the United States’ preoccupation with masculinity. The criticism is usually not realized by the “average” listener who only hears the literal reading of the importance of being macho. This is why this song, ironically, has been played in sporting commercials and various films in order to depict true masculinity.

The song goes on to state that “every man oughta be a ‘macho macho man’ to live a life of freedom, Macho makes a stand, to have your own lifestyle and ideals.” This can be read strictly and be deemed appropriate by society to sing along to or if one chooses to analyze a bit closer one could understand the social commentary being made. It is not a stretch to assume that the Village People, a group of six gay men, were wishing that every gay man could embrace their sexuality and lifestyle without fear of being harassed. The gay community reveled in readings like this, which afforded them the feeling of being the few with the privileged information. The irony present in the songs of disco was a sort of secret language that only the gay population grasped and could identify with. They were the group who truly understood the meanings behind the campy songs and for this they were, for once, the ones who could laugh at society’s mainstream for their ignorance and arrogance.

Besides the campy readings, disco music was also sought after for the semi-religious experiences that the discotheques offered. Because of their sexuality many gay men were shunned from church. Those who disguised their sexual preference and still attended services were taught that their behavior was depraved and sinful. These people ran to the disco clubs or their spirituality. Many singers like Thelma Houston, Martha Wash, and Izora Rhodes, who were part of the disco genre, were trained in the gospel churches and they brought their religious stylings to their recordings. “The gospel sentiments and feelings were secularized and appropriated by a community of people (gays) who the church shunned. In other words ‘Dance all night and save your soul’.” [14]

The religious motifs were also conceptualized in the desire and sexuality of the dancers, which at times turned the dance floor into a hedonistic church. There was a club in Manhattan’s Hell’s Kitchen called the Sanctuary that was once a Baptist Church. “From his booth at the Sanctuary’s altar, the deejay administered a thumping sacrament to legions of adoring parishioners.”[15] This club and others like it functioned as quasi-spiritual environments that were genuinely accepting of the lifestyle choices of its congregation and instead of condemning the gay community these clubs tried to create a paradise for their patrons right on the dance floor.

There was another key to disco music besides the campiness and conceived spirituality that allowed the black and Latino gay community to identify so well with the genre, and that was the Diva. The gay men in the disco culture aligned themselves with the black diva because of the issue they had in common, oppression. Both gay men and black women were lacking in power relative to the straight white men of the time. The club deejay Danae said that, “Gays like to hear black women singers; they identify with the pain, the irony, the self-consciousness.”[16] However, black women were not completely devoid of potency and force as opposed to the gay men. This meant the black diva had a voice, as oppressed as it may have been, and the gay minorities latched on to that bit of power and lived vicariously through the diva’s assertion of it.

Not only did the black diva give gay men a voice, she made them the focal point of the evening. In most disco songs the diva directly addresses the audience or the listener giving them a sense of power and purpose. While dancing to disco, thriving on its sensuality, and reveling in its campy nature the gay male couldn't help but think that this music was expressly made for people just like him. These seemingly tailor-made songs made the outcast of everyday life the star of the world for the night.

However, the divas had a more important role in disco than turning the audience into stars. Through the diva’s sexual hunger her gay devotees vicariously lived. “The fact that a heterosexual woman singing about her desire for men can become a vehicle for gay male identification is clearly the foundation for the institution of the disco diva.” [17] The black diva takes pride in her sexual voraciousness and is unapologetic for her desires and fantasies to which she openly admits. The disco diva’s “unabashed sexual expression” is what the gay minorities envy and value in the songs.[18] It is this aspect that the gay men who frequented discos wished they could express in their daily life. However, this was of course impossible so by the light of day they had to bury their desires and live vicariously through the words of the disco diva. But by night, with the diva supporting her devotees with her breathy tunes and orgasmic moans the gay community got to fulfill their fantasies and revel in their sexual hunger.

On of the best examples of the close relationship between the gay male listeners and black diva involves two women, Martha Wash and Izora Rhodes, otherwise known as the Weather Girls. Mitchell Morris, in his article about the two women, asserts, “The Weather Girls helped teach some of us about the possible aspects of being gay, and this was true in the image they projected, the lyrics and structure of the song, and its place in the musical texture that defines the disco culture.” [19] The image the duo projected was the significant characteristic that allowed the gay community to identify so successfully with them.

Martha Wash and Izora Rhodes were two extremely large African-American women that were originally called “Two Tons o’ Fun.” These two women did not fit with what the majority of society deemed good-looking just as the gay community’s sexual preference did not fit in with what was deemed acceptable. “Fat women are held to be food-crazed in the assaultive stereotypes; their desires overflow propriety. Gay men are held to be equally sex-crazed, ready to molest any man at all they encounter. Both groups seem to have a historical pattern of falling in with one another as allies.” [20] But the essential issue was not simply that they were large, but that they unapologetically celebrated their size, which presented a parallel for gay men to read involving the unabashed embrace of their true sexualities.

This reading was furthered by the qualities of camp exhibited by the Weather Girls. Most weather girls doing the news on television in the seventies were stereotypically slender, blonde, large breasted women with a “vapid, bubbly manner;” Wash and Rhodes were anything but this.[21] It was camp at its finest when “Two Tons o’ Fun” adopted the new name, “The Weather Girls,” knowing that they were the antithesis of what television weather girls actually were. This irony furthered the connection between the Weather Girls and the gay community. “The numinousness of their size makes it most likely that when they say ‘we’re your weather girls,’ the part of the audience that will hear the remark as directed at them will be gay men.”[22] Now gay men had their own “weather girls” who could direct them all the hot spots, but most importantly whom they could relate to and celebrate in each other’s freed sense of sexuality.

Despite, or perhaps more appropriately stated, because of the increased number of black and Latino gay males empowering themselves by identifying with disco, the genre suffered a huge backlash in the late seventies. This was a result of the homophobic and racist sentiments of the day. “White males, eighteen to thirty-four, are the most likely to see disco as the product of homosexuals, blacks, and Latins, and therefore they’re the most likely to respond to appeals to wipe out such threats to their security.”[23] To claim that “disco sucks” is not an opinion it is willful ignorance, “racism feeding on paranoia.” [24]

A Chicago deejay by the name of Steve Dahl at the height of the “disco sucks” movement in 1979 claimed, “Disco music is a disease. I call it Disco Dystrophy. The people victimized by this killer disease walk around like zombies. We must do everything possible to stop the spread of this plague.” [25] In 1979 Dahl staged a “Disco Demolition Derby” in Chicago’s Comiskey Park baseball stadium that took place halfway through a double header between the White Sox and the Tigers. More than 100,000 records were dynamited and set on fire. The racist and homophobic mob stormed the field and incited a riot causing the White Sox to forfeit the second game. The annihilation of disco records, especially because they were symbols of this ostracized community, was reminiscent of Nazi book burning.

However, “discophobia” was not limited to white rock fans; many black funkateers hated disco as a “soulless, mechanistic travesty of da funk.” [26] Homophobia was not solely a white prejudice and became very problematic for black culture. On one side, the black community wanted to claim as many people as possible as part of their culture in order to present the strongest front possible to the bigotry and hate aimed at them. One the other side, however, homosexuality was seen as a dangerous threat to black masculinity and strength and therefore some openly gay African-Americans were no longer accepted as part of the community and were no longer protected. “The black community’s silence regarding this backlash was largely determined by its own ambivalences about black homosexuality. The historical protections that the black community placed around gays and lesbians masked a profound homophobia.”[27]

Despite the profound hatred aimed at disco and its followers, disco was and remains to be a music of community liberation. Disco music was made to uplift its people and community in a time of social strife and political upheaval. Disco promoted the actualization of one’s true identity and brought ostracized people together to form a brotherhood where everyone was accepted and their sexuality was freed.

Some people say that disco is dead but that is incorrect, disco is very much alive today. While disco can still heard occasionally in its original form, the true testament of disco’s longevity is seen in the success of its offspring: House and Hip-Hop. Both genres were greatly influenced by disco and have gone on to have success stories of their own and also evolve into new genres furthering the powerful disco legacy.

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Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Escribe: Luis Guadalupe.

Desde que QUEEN se convirtiera en mi banda favorita en 1981, siempre fue mi fantasía verlos en concierto. Al morir FREDDIE MERCURY en 1991, esa ilusión también moría y debí esperar 27 años para hacer realidad el sueño de ver en vivo a la dupla sobreviviente de QUEEN. Mis amigos pueden dar fe de ello: desde que murió Freddie, siempre insistí que la dupla de BRIAN MAY y ROGER TAYLOR debía seguir junta y no separada, ya que estaban juntos desde SMILE, cuando se unieron en Octubre de 1968. Ante el retiro voluntario de JOHN DEACON en 1997, a los fans de QUEEN solo nos quedaba esta dupla y tras el fracaso comercial de sus respectivos albums solistas en 1998, creo que se dieron cuenta que el camino a tomar era el de permanecer juntos en vez de seguir individualmente en sus carreras solistas. Se involucraron como productores en el musical teatral “WE WILL ROCK YOU”, tocando juntos en algunas performances con el elenco de la obra y en algunas presentaciones especiales como los shows en Ámsterdam y Buckingham en el 2002 y el concierto “46664” en Sudáfrica en el 2003. Cuando en el 2005 esta dupla se une a Paul Rodgers y forman la alianza o asociación denominada QUEEN + PAUL RODGERS, debo confesar que tuve mis dudas, pero mi opinión cambió totalmente cuando a fines del 2005, despojándome de todo tipo de prejuicio ví completo el DVD “RETURN OF THE CHAMPIONS” y quedé fascinado con el show y con lo hecho en vivo por esta alianza. Allí empezó a gestarse en mi interior este sueño de ver a esta dupla en vivo, y recuerdo que le dije a mi esposa, “este show está para no perdérselo y habrá que hacer todo lo necesario para verlos si vienen el 2006”. Y este sueño agarró mucho más fuerza el 03.03.2006 cuando gracias a mi amigo Christian Arbulú pude, a través del celular, escuchar varios temas del concierto en Miami. Fue muy emocionante y luego de ello, me dije, “ahora me falta solo verlos”.

Setiembre 2008. QUEEN + PAUL RODGERS lanzan el album “THE COSMOS ROCKS”, y anuncian la gira europea que comenzó el 12.09 en Ukrania y finalizó el 08.11 en Londres. Pero adicionalmente se anunció que después seguiría la gira sudamericana en noviembre. A partir de allí, comenzaron las especulaciones sobre dónde se presentarían. Se hablaba de Argentina y Brasil, se rumoreaba Chile, Colombia y Perú. Según supe, hubo la intención de traerlos a Perú, pero por temas de carácter técnico no se llegó a ningún acuerdo. Hasta que finalmente, el 25.09 salió el comunicado oficial en la web de Queenonline anunciando la gira sudamericana y comprendía Chile, Argentina y Brasil. Los rumores se convertían ya en una realidad: la dupla sobreviviente de QUEEN volvía a Sudamérica

Ante ello, con dos amigos más, tomamos la decisión de ir a Santiago a verlos el miércoles 19 de noviembre en el Estadio de San Carlos de Apoquindo. El 04.10 salieron a la venta las entradas para el concierto en Santiago y desde ese día, transcurrieron 45 días hasta el martes 18 de noviembre cuando arribé a Santiago a las 3:20 am. En ese lapso, tuve que sortear dificultades y superar barreras que parecían insalvables, pero que gracias a Dios, a mis Angeles que me cuidan y a mis amigos chilenos Rocío y Brede, las cosas se alinearon de tal forma que fueron encaminándose por la vía correcta. Fueron 45 días en que fui definiendo diversas cosas, siendo la 1º el no ir solo sino acompañado de mi esposa Silvana, y luego, encargar las entradas para que nos las compren, enviar el dinero, esperar la llegada de las entradas vía correo, comprar los pasajes aéreos, hacer la reserva del hotel donde nos alojaríamos y negociar mis vacaciones en mi trabajo para esa semana. El lunes 17 ya estaba listo para emprender esta aventura y partimos a las 9:50 pm en el vuelo de TACA.

Martes 18 de Noviembre del 2008. Tras descansar algunas horas en el Hotel San Marino, donde nos alojamos, con mi esposa nos fuimos a recorrer el centro de la ciudad y tomarnos fotos, y en la tarde con nuestra amiga Mapi Zevallos -quien tambien viajó desde Lima al concierto- fuimos al Periférico y vimos desde arriba la ciudad y pasamos un momento muy grato. Pero lo mejor sucedió al final del día. Los 3 nos fuimos al Hotel Hyatt –donde se alojaba la banda- para encontrarme con varios amigos chilenos queeneros que tengo en el Facebook, y de paso ver si se daba el milagro de ver salir o entrar a algunos de los miembros de la banda. Y en un momento baja de un carro Sarina -la pareja de Roger- y Mapi la reconoció y me dijo, "Lucho, esa es Sarina", y luego baja del carro, alguien que se puso de espaldas y tenía el pelo claro. Voltea y era nada menos que Roger Taylor y mi amiga Mapi pegó el grito de su vida llamándolo a Roger -al igual que yo- y gritó su nombre y cuando Roger caminaba hacia la puerta del hotel, se sobreparó, volteó, se detuvo y nos sonrió y saludó levantando la mano y con muy buena onda. Y al poco rato, bajó de otro carro Spike Edney y todos corearon su nombre y volteó y sonrió, saludando a la gente. Al menos, pudimos ver en vivo y en directo a ROGER TAYLOR. Era un anticipo de viviríamos la noche siguiente.

Miércoles 19 de Noviembre del 2008. Día que JAMAS olvidaré mientras viva. Tras salir a hacer algunas llamadas a algunos amigos y familiares, con mi esposa regresamos al Hotel en donde nos encontraríamos entre 12 y 12:30 con Mapi y Abraham –otro amigo que viajó desde Perú para el concierto y donde los 4 estábamos en la misma fila e íbamos a compartir esta experiencia juntos. Salimos a almorzar juntos y comimos una Pizza y luego regresamos al apartamento a alistarnos para salir hacia el estadio San Carlos de Apoquindo. A las 5 pm comenzamos nuestro recorrido y fuimos al Metro y tomamos el Metro hacia la Estación de Baquedano y de allí empalmamos para tomar el Metro hacia la Estación de la Escuela Militar, y en donde tomaríamos un taxi hacia el estadio. Recuerdo que llegando a ésta última estación, alguien desde lejos grita mi nombre en plena estación generando la sorpresa de mi esposa y mis amigos y era mi linda amiga Rocío que me había reconocido por el polo que llevaba puesto y a quien le debo el habernos apoyado bastante para el tema de las entradas. Luego subimos con la idea de tomar un taxi, pero vimos cierta viveza de varios taxistas y como Abraham tenía una tarjeta para subir a un ómnibus que nos llevaría al estadio y subimos en este último tramo que nos llevaría a la “tierra prometida”. Algo como el camino amarillo del film “El Mago de Oz”, el cual recorrimos desde que salimos del apartamento, y curiosamente recuerdo que en el Metro las escaleras estaban pintadas de amarillo y los 4 nos reíamos evocando esa escena en la que los 4 personajes de “El Mago de Oz” recorrían el camino amarillo. A las 6:15 pm, bajamos del ómnibus, y procedimos a caminar hacia el estadio. En ese momento, mi preocupación era poder ingresar la cámara fotográfica que tenía. Me encomendé al de arriba y que sucediera lo que tuviera que pasar. Al llegar a la puerta donde correspondía el ingreso para nuestra localidad comprada, VIP TOP CENTRAL, vimos que no había la colaza que había para tribuna, y procedimos a entrar y no me revisaron absolutamente nada y sentí que me quitaba un peso de encima y que gracias a Dios, iba a poder tomarme fotos con mis amigos chilenos y sobretodo, fotos del concierto.

Cuando ingresamos, sentimos la emoción de ya estar adentro del estadio. Eran las 6:30 pm cuando arribamos a nuestra localidad, VIP TOP CENTRAL, y estábamos en la Fila 17, y a solo 5 filas de la parte del escenario donde se llevaba a cabo del set acústico. Cuando estábamos allí, no podíamos creer lo tan cerca que estábamos. Imagínense estar en un lugar, den 5 pasos y allí verán cuan cerca hemos estado anoche. Esos momentos previos al concierto, casi 2 horas 45 minutos, fueron inolvidables para mí. Tuve la dicha de conocer a muchos de mis amigos y amigas queeneros chilenos que tengo tanto en el Facebook como en un foro chileno de QUEEN y fue maravilloso sentir el cariño y afecto de todos estos amigos, en forma sincera y auténtica y en casi todos los casos, no era yo quien me acercaba a saludarlos, sino al revés, eran ellos se acercaban a saludarme y darme un abrazo fraterno. Fue algo increíble y lleno de sentimiento, y nos tomamos fotos en grupo e individuales como testimonio de ese momento único. Conocer personalmente a amigos que antes eran solo amigos virtuales fue emocionante, y así conocí a muchos amigos como Sandrita, Piero, Isabel, Nicole, Nancy, Rocío, Yocelyn, Brede, John, Ismael, Matty y Adriana, entre otros. Francamente me sentí en la gloria y experimenté una felicidad intensa y verdadera. A tal punto que cuando mi esposa y mi amiga Mapi se pararon un ratito para ir al baño, y el tipo de seguridad le preguntó a mi esposa, “si ese señor de canas era alguien importante porque veía que todos se acercaban a saludarlo y se tomaba fotos con todos”. Ni en mis más delirantes sueños de grandeza, podía haberme imaginado algo así. También nos encontramos con Wilson, amigo peruano que había venido para el concierto. Francamente el ambiente que se vivía en esos momentos previos era una VERDADERA FIESTA, y se respiraba hermandad queenera por todos los lados, sin importar las edades y las nacionalidades. Realmente fue el mejor preludio que se pudo haber tenido antes del concierto.

Estadio San Carlos de Apoquindo. Hora: 9:15 pm. Se apagan las luces y comienzan a aparecer en la mega pantalla, imágenes del cosmos y los planetas y rayos y truenos. El sentir en la gente era vibrante, y cuando se escucha el intro de “Surf’s Up, School’s Out” del nuevo album, la emoción se va incrementando porque ya significaba que la banda comenzaba a ponerse en escena. Cuando concluye esta introducción y se prenden las luces, y se ve a los seis miembros de la banda en el escenario fue sencillamente increíble, YA ESTABAN ALLI! Y EN VIVO Y EN DIRECTO! Y arrancan con “Hammer To Fall” y la emoción de la gente fue total. Era estar viviendo por primera vez un tema de QUEEN ejecutado musicalmente por dos de sus miembros originales y con el sonido clásico de QUEEN. Y la emoción de ese preciso momento fue indescriptible. Era ver en carne y hueso, en persona, en esos precisos instantes y compartiendo el mismo espacio que uno, a BRIAN MAY y ROGER TAYLOR. Y cuando Brian se acercó a tocar su solo hacia esa parte del escenario, de la cual solo nos separaban 5 filas fue más que emocionante. Ver a alguien que a lo largo de los últimos 27 años, solo lo había escuchado por radio, por LPs, cassettes o CDs, o visto en TV, en videos o en DVD, o visto en revistas o magazines, y que ahora lo teníamos al frente y en vivo, sin tener que apretar un boton de Stop o Rewind para volver a ver su imagen en una pantalla de TV. Era la señal que a partir de ese momento y en las siguientes dos horas y media, viviríamos algo fuera de este mundo. Era el momento de creernos lo que estábamos viviendo y que nos encontrábamos POR FIN ya ante una hermosa realidad: teníamos a QUEEN + PAUL RODGERS sólo para quienes nos encontrábamos en el estadio y sentiríamos la magia de la música de QUEEN en nuestras venas. Termina “Hammer To Fall” y es empalmado de inmediato con ese clásico de QUEEN de 1976, “Tie Your Mother Down” con el riff clásico de Brian al comenzar el tema y la euforia se desata totalmente entre los fans. Era el sonido de QUEEN a todo meter. Lo que seguiría luego fue una serie de recordados temas de QUEEN como Fat Bottomed Girls, Another One Bites The Dust –en donde Paul se lució con el público-, I Want It All y I Want To Break Free, como para que la gente reviviera las épocas queeneras y de paso, comenzaran a destrozar sus gargantas –como yo comenzaba ya a hacer religiosamente. Acto seguido, y en el momento oportuno, vienen dos temas del nuevo album “THE COSMOS ROCKS”, “C-Lebrity” y “Surfs Up…Schools Out!”, con harta cosecha rockera como para mover al público hasta agotarse. De inmediato, Brian presentó a Paul Rodgers, quien interpretó con su guitarra acústica el clásico de Bad Company, llamado “Seagull”, hermoso tema y que sirvió como un descanso tras la adrenalina derramada, y asimismo como un preludio para lo que vendría inmediatamente después. Antes de entrar a esa parte, quiero resaltar la figura de Paul Rodgers, quien demostró su enorme calidad y su innegable dominio de escena. En ningún momento del concierto intentó a imitar o siquiera parecérsele a Freddie, y eso se le agradece. El tiene su propio estilo, admirado y reconocido por sus colegas de profesión y por sus fans en todo el mundo y no en vano, se ha mantenido durante casi 40 años en el mundo del rock y el blues. Todos sabemos que Freddie es insustituible y que nadie JAMAS podrá ocupar su lugar. Pero tampoco estamos ante la figura que alguien haya venido a usurpar su lugar.

Tras este paréntesis, y al culminar el tema Seagull, Paul se retiró del escenario, dando paso al inicio del segmento que todos los que nos encontrábamos en VIP TOP tanto CENTRAL como LATERAL estábamos esperando desde que adquirimos nuestra entrada: El Set Acústico y a escasas 5 filas del escenario. Llegó Brian y se sentó en una silla con su guitarra acústica, para comenzar con lo que sería uno de los momentos más emotivos de la noche. Tras decir en su entendible español “Finalmente estamos aquí”, lo que provocó al aplauso del público chileno. Tras decir algunas palabras, llegó lo que el fan de QUEEN latino tanto esperaba, el tema “Love Of My Life”, que Brian dedicó expresamente a Freddie Mercury. Demás está decir que el tema fue cantado por todo el estadio en forma emotiva y provocó las primeras lágrimas que comenzaron a caer de mis ojos. Cómo no evocar a Freddie en los 70’s y 80’s haciendo corear este tema. Fue sencillamente indescriptible. Pero la cosa recién comenzaba, termina el tema y Brian le dice al público que para el siguiente tema necesita un baterista, y presenta a Roger, quien se acerca caminando a este lado del escenario. Era fantástico, teníamos a la dupla sobreviviente de QUEEN, a escasos metros y los veíamos, tan, pero tan cerca, que no lo podíamos creer. Y cuando arranca 39, a muchos fans setenteros de QUEEN nos invadió la nostalgia y las lágrimas de emoción siguieron haciendo su trabajo en nuestros ojos. Pero a la mitad del tema, Brian dice que no es suficiente y que necesita más músicos e invita a Spike Edney –el 5º QUEEN-, Jamie Moses y Danny Miranda, a unirse a ellos y vuelven a interpretar 39. Cómo explicarles, teníamos a casi toda la banda –menos Paul-, allí tan, pero tan cerca. Termina el tema, y todos salen del escenario, dejando solos a Roger y Danny Miranda y se mandan con una especie de solo de bajo, en donde se llegaron a escuchar las partes características de Antoher One Bites The Dust y Under Pressure en el bajo, y que sin duda, nos hizo evocar al ausente, John Deacon. Luego queda Roger solo y se manda con un pequeño solo de batería, mientras le van armando la batería y cuando queda lista, se manda con todo con su clásico “I’m In Love With My Car”. Otra vez la adrenalina regresa con todo. De inmediato, Roger se manda con un tema de QUEEN de los 80’s, composición suya, hoy escuchada bastante en un comercial de telefonía celular, “A Kind Of Magic”. El remate del solo de guitarra de Brian en este tema fue espectacular y una vez más, tuvimos a la dupla tan, pero tan cerca. Si el set hubiera terminado allí, hubiera quedado más que satisfecho con ese segmento, pero esta dupla es especialista en el arte de hacerte moquear y sin anestesia. Y vino uno de los números más esperados por el fan latino, el tema que Brian dedicara a los fans latinos en 1982, “Las Palabras de Amor”. Ya la habían incluido en Madrid y teníamos la esperanza que sucediese lo mismo en Sudamérica. Y ocurrió. La gente lo coreó al unísono y ellos mismos se sorprendieron de la reacción de los fans chilenos. Gran momento de la noche. Acto seguido, una vez más la dupla queenera en acción con “Say It’s Not True”, cantado primero por Roger, luego por Brian y la 3º parte por Paul y ahora teníamos al frente al trío que conforma esta alianza denominada QUEEN + PAUL RODGERS. Eso fue el cierre del set acústico. Con eso, ya daba por pagada mi entrada y si me hubieran dicho, hasta acá nomás duró el concierto, me hubiera ido de lo más feliz a mi hotel y con el corazón en la mano. Pero no, había mucho más por venir.

Continuaron los temas “Voodoo” –un simpático blues del nuevo album-, “Bad Company” –tema del grupo del mismo nombre que Paul liderara en los 70’s, con Paul en el piano y en la pantalla gigante se veían imágenes de Paul de sus época setenteras- y “We Believe” –en mi opinión, el mejor tema del nuevo album y magistralmente interpretado por Paul. Y siguió otro momento emotivo. Brian arranca con su característico solo de guitarra con los acordes de “Keep Yourself Alive”, y prosigue con sus riffs característicos, hasta que se escuchan los acordes del hermoso tema “Bijou” –de 1991 y proveniente del album “INNUENDO”-, y cuando Brian termina su parte, llega otro momento lacrimógeno para el fan. En la pantalla aparece el puño de Freddie y sale su rostro e imágenes de él, mientras se escuchaba su parte cantada del tema “Bijou”. La imagen, el recuerdo y la memoria del inmortal FREDDIE MERCURY se instaló en el estadio San Carlos de Apoquindo. Disculpen, pero una vez más moqueé duro, y ya iban 4 temas de ojos humedecidos. De inmediato, Brian se manda con el tema instrumental “Last Horizon” de su cosecha solista, pero de tan buena calidad como para no quedarse perdida en el baúl de los recuerdos. El sentimiento puesto por Brian en este tema es sencillamente conmovedor, y se acercó hacia nuestro sector y tocó la última parte del tema y una vez más, estuvimos tan cerca. Otro momento sublime del concierto.

Pero faltaba lo mejor. Y comienzan los clásicos temas de QUEEN. Primero “Radio Ga Ga”, en donde cumplí mi fantasía de que algún día aplaudiría con las palmas en alto y al unísono, al ritmo de “All you hear is Radio Ga Ga…”. Todo el estadio aplaudía en este tema, fue impresionante. Siguió otro clásico, “Crazy Litle Thing Called Love”, rock and roll a toda máquina, y se sintió más que nunca el grito de “Ready Freddie”. Y para seguir disparando directo al corazón del fan, vino “The Show Must Go On”. Otro momento para evocar a Freddie y también por que no decirlo, para humedecer un poco los ojos. Pero si antes había moqueado en 5 temas, lo que vino a continuación fue como abrir sin asco un caño en mis ojos. Se apagan las luces y aparece Freddie Mercury en la pantalla gigante, comenzando a cantar “Bohemian Rhapsody”, y en el escenario, Roger en la batería y Brian en la guitarra compartiendo conjuntamente con él. Fue el momento mas emotivo de la noche para mí, mi tema favorito de siempre estaba allí con Freddie en pantalla y Brian y Roger en escena. Si cuando lo escuché por celular 20 meses atrás, moqueé duro, imagínense vivirlo allí, en vivo y en directo. Lloré como un niño de la emoción y mi esposa me agarraba mi hombro, porque sabía lo que significaba ese momento para mí. La parte operática fue un delirio y en la pantalla, imágenes de Freddie y John y en la parte rockera, Paul Rodgers en acción. Y en la parte final del tema, Paul cantando a dúo con Freddie la parte de “nothing really matters” y Paul nos regala al público cantar esa línea final “nothing really matters to me” -Gracias Paul!- y luego canta esa misma línea rindiendo en su estilo su tributo a Freddie, y cuando se escucha el “anyway the wind blows” en la voz de Freddie, la imagen de Freddie despidiéndose. Podía uno contenerse y hacerse el duro en ese momento? El fan que no se conmueve en ese momento, es porque está hecho de hielo o de piedra, o porque no es fan. Al terminar el tema, el grupo abandona el escenario. Típico de los conciertos para que luego regresen a escena. Y vaya manera de hacerlo. Retornaron con el tema “Cosmos Rockin”, con el cual metieron rock and roll hasta quebrar las cinturas. Un muy buen tema del nuevo album. Y luego, el clásico de Free de 1970 –cuando QUEEN recién se acababa de formar-, “All Right Now”. Paul se lució a su antojo y la gente coreó a todo motor este tema con Paul, y Brian se acercó a nuestro sector para tocar con harto sentimiento el solo de este inmortal himno rockero. Segundos después, el golpe en la batería de Roger para el clásico “We Will Rock You”, que generó el destrozo de muchas gargantas como la mía, y cuyo solo de guitarra fue algo que anhelaba ver en vivo toda mi vida, y por lo cual, no me tomé la molestia de tomar ninguna foto para vivir esos segundos de gloria rockera en todo su esplendor. Y el cierre, el clásico, el himno, la epopeya musical llamada “We Are The Champions”. Que fan queenero no se ha imaginado entonar este tema, abrazado entre amigos y con una cerveza en la mano? Ese tema llegó directo al alma del fan de QUEEN, y cuando entonábamos abrazados este tema con mi esposa y mis 2 amigos peruanos, eso era hermandad queenera pura y las lágrimas no dejaban de correr por mis ojos. Y el final, al compás de God Save The Queen, el sexteto se despide y luego Brian, Roger y Paul se acercan a nuestro sector –a esas alturas de la noche, ese lado del escenario ya lo habíamos adoptado, ya era nuestro-, y allí sí me paré en mi asiento para verlos mas cerca y pude ver más cerca al trío y romper mis palmas de tantos aplausos dados. Y Roger lanzó sus palos de batería y cayó cerca de donde me encontraba y un afortunado amigo los capturó.

Eran las 11: 55 pm y era el final. No lo podíamos creer. Lo habíamos vivido y al 100 %. Habíamos visto a BRIAN y ROGER en vivo y tocando los clásicos de QUEEN. Y muy bien acompañados por Paul Rodgers y apoyados por Spike Edney, Jamie Moses y Danny Miranda. A diferencia de lo que pudimos ver en los DVD del 2005 en los conciertos de Sheffield y Japón, esta vez el show fue mucho mejor, y de mayor duración, ya que duró casi 2 horas y 40 minutos. Y la banda se le vio mucho más cohesionada, en donde hay un respeto del uno por el otro. Nadie quiere pretender opacar al otro ni robarle el show. Fue un show muy variado con segmentos bien equilibrados y en donde se respiraba en todo momento una atmósfera de QUEEN. Y lo sorprendente fue la entrega de los fans chilenos, fue TOTAL y corearon hasta los temas del nuevo album y los solistas de Paul Rodgers. Al terminar el concierto, nadie se movía de su sitio, y ya cuando empezaron a desarmar el escenario, era la señal que el show había terminado. Entre todos nos abrazábamos con la emoción muy adentro tras haber vivido la experiencia de nuestras vidas. Y nuevamente abrazarnos con los amigos y amigas de Chile, y tomarnos más fotos como recuerdo de este momento imborrable. Fue muy emotivo ver que un momento cuando nos tomábamos una foto, un amigo chileno que estaba en la 1º fila, al vernos gritó con emoción “Grande Perú!” . En ese momento, el que habla, literalmente, no tenía voz. Mi garganta estaba hecha puré y era mi medalla tras haber vivido un momento espectacular. Al final, había una junta post concierto del foro chileno, pero como mis amigos Mapi y Abraham se iban al día siguiente y habían dejado sus cosas en el apartamento, nos fuimos todos juntos allá, y como había traido de Lima una botella de pisco Queirolo para celebrar y ya nos quedamos allí celebrando hasta las 2 am, con la emoción de lo vivido horas atrás y la satisfacción de decir, “¡Misión Cumplida!”.

Finalizo esta crónica, señalando que el 19 de noviembre logré hacer realidad un sueño y ha sido el día más feliz de mi vida. Algo que no me imaginaba que me sucedería. Cuando veo hacia atrás y veo todo lo que se hizo para llegar a esta meta, superando diversas barreras, me emociona saber que VALIO LA PENA TODO SACRIFICIO Y ESFUERZO Y LO VALIO CON CRECES. Y no viví solo, lo compartí con mi adorada esposa Silvana. Tengo mucho por agradecer. Primero que nada, agradezco a Dios y a mis ángeles que me cuidan desde arriba, que SE que ellos han movido los hilos para que pueda vivir este sueño. No en vano el día que se anunció la gira sudamericana en la web oficial de QUEEN fue el 25.09, día del cumpleaños de mi padre -QEPD. A mi adorada esposa Silvana, por estar a mi lado y compartir conmigo este momento maravilloso. A mis amigos Rocío y Brede porque sin su ayuda, no hubiéramos vivido esta experiencia única. A mis amigos Mapi y Abraham, que luego de compartir juntos esta experiencia desde el mediodía, estoy seguro que nuestra amistad ha quedado más fortalecida que nunca. A mis amigos chilenos tanto del Facebook como del foro chileno de QUEEN, llamado “Queenero”, a quienes conocí personalmente por haberme hecho sentir como en casa por todo el cariño brindado en forma auténtica y sincera. Y por supuesto a BRIAN y ROGER por darnos lo mejor de ellos y hacernos vivir la magia de la música de QUEEN durante esta inolvidable noche. Y a PAUL RODGERS, porque si no fuera por él, esta dupla sobreviviente de QUEEN jamás se hubiera juntado para hacer giras y con ello, hizo posible que muchos fans de QUEEN que no vimos a QUEEN en sus años de esplendor, pudiéramos ver lo más cercano a un concierto de QUEEN, a la dupla sobreviviente de QUEEN y en plena forma. Y por último a todos mis amigos que compartieron conmigo esa alegría en Lima al saber que me enrumbaba hacia esa aventura y me expresaban sus buenas vibras.

Ahora, después de haber vivido este concierto, puedo decir que ya puedo morir tranquilo. He cumplido el sueño de mi vida. Es el mejor concierto que he asistido en mis 45 años de existencia. JAMAS creí presenciar un show de tal magnitud y sobretodo, estar tan, pero tan cerca a ellos. He visto a BRIAN MAY y ROGER TAYLOR a solo 5 filas y eso es mucho más cerca de lo que alguna vez me hubiera imaginado.