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Outras trece cancións bonitas
benxamín otero y germán díaz
The world is round, but as that joke goes, someone repeats to convince another guy that the world is round, is round, is round, is round… until the guy, that protested that the world arguably had a tangerine shape, surrenders to the insistence and concedes that the world is round, and in that moment the former tells him that it’s round, but still, not so round.
Some musicians work with knitting needles, and others, like Germán and Benxamín, with crochet hooks, which have a fold at the tip that grasps the thread from the other side and pulls it back. The needle holes out the world’s potato, it enters by Lalín or by Arneiro and leaves by India, by Os vilares, by the Faroe Islands, by Ons Island, by Rio de Janeiro, by Burgos, by Lugo, by Madrid, by Compostela, and gets back with the other side’s thread through the very earth’s insides to take it outside by Arneiro or by Lalín, that are belly’s navels and are face’s eyes.
The physical landscape is a set composed of remoteness, the solid weight of space, atmospheric field, and inspired musical memory. Pe rhaps you cannot make music without these coordinates.
Musical taste is landscape taste, the more uprooted the less music is, because it makes us less of this world. Winds are the landscape’s sexiest part, the twelve winds: Aparctias, Boreas, Cecias, Apeliotes, Euro, Euronoto, Noto, Libonoto, Lipo, Zephyr, Argestes and Thracian. But the tracks of this new record are fifteen, and the guys are lying on purpose, saying that they are thirteen. And that movement between numbers and the wind, music’s hand on the ear’s skin, that perfect little box that plants treasures in the brain, that old people fonetize blain.
Benxamín and Germán’s crochet cloth has the form of a star, of a waterdrop that breaks against the floor and spreads out that which it formerly gathered, straight light movements in the ball’s curvature, tangerine, world’s
potato, because the world is, in their music: humour, freshness, heat, meat and melancholy.
Yours sincerely
2 June 2025
Celso Fernández Sanmartín