2023-08-11 22:41:34
As if it were a dark ritual, Ricardo López –Uruguayan nationalized American– shaved his head and painted his face with colors before adjusting the barrel of the revolver to his mouth. I understand that he did it to record the madness he suffered. Days later, the bad smell along with the blood seeping into the apartment below put one of the neighborhood workers on alert.
In addition to the blood spatter and brain debris, the police found Ricardo López’s day-to-day life. Ricardo López himself had recorded everything with the same camera in front of which he committed suicide. In his monologues, López confessed fears, frustrations, desires and, above all, obsessions. The greatest of all, the greatest of these obsessions, was Björk, an Icelandic artist to whom Ricardo López had sent a book bomb shortly before committing suicide. The artifact had charged him with enough sulfuric acid to disfigure his face like an Eskimo doll. Luckily, the device was intercepted by the police.
However, Björk fell into a depression, a biochemical reaction caused by an event in which she felt involved. To practice exorcism with her demons and remove her thorns, she Björk went down to southern Spain and called Raimundo Amador. The gypsy invoked the leprechaun of the six strings and the result was a tear that was titled So Broken.
The story has all the components of a fairy tale where the monster fails to carry out its plan. However, far from being a fairy tale, what happened was a reality projected by the sick shadow of the spectacle society; a reality that the cultural activist Fran G. Matute will have to tell when the time comes to print the volume dedicated to the nineties of his colossal serial work entitled This time we come to hit (Silex), where the Sevillian countercultural artistic movement is collected. In its first volume, Matute builds the story that goes from 1965 to 1968, and where the good Gonzalo García-Pelayo can be seen at number 32 of Virgen del Valle street, inaugurating the mythical Dom Gonzalo club that would soon become fashionable among the yeye youth of the time.
And of course, in Matute’s book flamenco can also be heard; the sound comes from the galleries of that modest labyrinth that came to be called La Cuadra and where the political commitment of the times met to the beat of some foreign disciple of Diego del Gastor. In this installment, Matute gives an account of the quality of the seed that he came to give in fertilized land; origin of what would come a decade later with a group formed by a Catalan who imitated Bob Dylan and some gypsies who emulated Hendrix with wooden guitars.
Over the years, one of those gypsies would become the exorcist who helped Björk get rid of the dark demons that plague show society. And he did it by inserting her guitar into a song that has been around the world several times, and whose lyrics fit in the same hand as the suicide who wanted to stop the world by grabbing a revolver loaded with thorns.
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