on the decade of the 50's of last century saw the tango the shaking that imposed Astor Piazzolla. The Argentine musician virtuuso had early contact with Carlos Gardel, still the boy in a scene from The day I want . Remember Joseph Gobello
in Todo Tango , some moments gravitantes of its formation and to lift those orchestral nucleation resistance and applause: the Buenos Aires Octet and, later, the quintet . Quote names of musicians flagship integrated into the current renewal: Enrique Francini, Roberto Panssera, Horacio Malvicino, Atilio Stampone, Antonio Agri, Oscar Lopez Ruiz Cacho Tirao and unforgettable.
Providing data on purpose theme Balada para un loco , summarizes: " is from 1969 after the premiere of the operetta Maria de Buenos Aires, with text by Horacio Ferrer, who begins to follow the path of popular recognition through his greatest success linked to tango: Balada para un loco. "
get me In a side note to wider considerations of the great musician marplatense. In this instance remember the Uruguayan Ferrer, his close friend, with who work in symbiosis authorship.
nochecita In a spring, I think in 1957, Pedro Enrique Mercy Haba Müller Mario Prunella Celina and I opened the door red-black one of the last houses on the street Soriano, in Montevideo, and descended to a large basement, fresh and fairly light. Nervously
Horacio Arturo Ferrer and other friends of Club New Guard condition the banks in that cave and tested the connections of the audio equipment. Was to begin one of the usual auditions Hartnell tango music.
In the intermediate group discussion. Unanimity was implied in Gardel. De Caro, Troilo, Pugliese amounted prestige. They wore the match hardcore fans and Salgán Piazzolla. Vardaro accumulated votes and there were plenty of references to recent contacts with Dr. Luis Sierra, consul of the institution in Buenos Aires. Ferrer
officiated as secretary and also commanded the magazine Tangueando , with important items rioplatense musical culture. With the pseudonym Horacus , drew caricatures of musicians profiles pioneers. This architecture student, born in Montevideo in 1933, enjoyed the company, among others, my dear friend Jaime Bareika (then a medical student and member of the FEUU), of the tender tangólogo Boris Puga, musician Nicholas Pepe, the Jorge Seijo architects and Carlos Vallarino, the painter Mario Arroyo, the journalist Horacio Loriente.
Despite these experiences, my friend was the poet and journalist Eduardo Ferrer, brother of Horace.
By then, Horacio Ferrer was made by tangófilo journalism and, on the wings of this inspiration, he began to build lyrics, clinging desperately to the generous Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires and eastern so. From 1969 data
this beautiful page, which Astor put his fine music:
Balada para un loco
(Spoken)
The afternoons in Buenos Aires have that I do not know, " see? You leave your house, Arenales. The usual: on the street and you ...
When suddenly, from behind a tree, I show up.
you laugh ...! But only you can see me: because the mannequin wink, the lights give me three heavenly lights, and oranges from the bowl in the corner I pulled blossoms. Come!, So, half dancing, half flying, I remove the melon to say hello, I give you a flag, and I say ...
(Sung)
I know I'm crazy, crazy, crazy ...
not you see rolling moon Callao
a parade of astronauts and children, with a waltz, dancing around me ...
Dance! Come! Fly!
I know I'm crazy, crazy, crazy ...
I see Buenos Aires from the nest of a sparrow;
and I saw you so sad ... Come! Fly! I felt! ...
the crazy guy that I have for you:
Loco! Crazy! Crazy!
After dark on your Buenos Aires alone,
by the shores of your sheet
will come with a poem and a trombone develarte
to the heart.
Loco! Crazy! Crazy!
As an insane jump stunt,
into the abyss of your neck until you feel your heart freaked
that freedom ... I
You'll see!
(Spoken)
Let's go fly, my dear, get on my illusion
supersport,
and we will run over the cornices
with a swallow in the engine! In Vieytes
applaud: "Viva! Viva! "
madmen who invented Love,
and an angel and a soldier and a girl
give us a dancing waltz.
come out to greet the beautiful people ...
And crazy-but yours, "what do I know?:
bell to provoke laughter,
and finally look at you, and singing softly:
(Sung)
Love me, crazy, crazy, crazy ... Climb
this insane tenderness in me, this wig ponete
lark, and fly!
Fly with me now! Come!, Fly, come!
Quereme well, crazy, crazy, crazy ...
open up your love that we try
the magical madness of reviving ...
Come, fly, come! Tra-la-lai-larara!
(Yelling)
Viva! Viva! Viva! Loca
her and me crazy ...
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Loca
her and me crazy!
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