To my family, which is always in the drinks, good or bad.
A note that lasts through the heart, memory and even the collective unconscious deserves to be respected and praised for all eternity.
The art does not occur in the sky, occurs where there is FIRE.
Don Fer.
Horacio Franco, or event XXX.
If ... The rain that fell outside the Palace of Fine Arts caused melancholy, memories of better times, that which is gone forever, lost love, of otherness missing.
Inside the enclosure was all heat, human - Synthetic: tired perfumes, makeup; many clothes say the artist guilty of this meeting. And he went ahead and went loose, wearing at most with a pair of trousers and a shirt that barely covered his torso.
Horacio Franco, flutist who celebrated three decades of professional career on 12 April is my honorary cousin as surely is clear-boyfriend, son, partner, nephew, godson of many. His personality invited to adopt.
And in this Mexico Lindo y Querido! As hard to be XXX: Thirty years of dedication to the craft more beautiful and pure that there: art, music. There is no other than Ching as it has many times the professor and fellow Franco yet so far.
Convened as hundreds of followers, thousands would have been had the chance, "I got to hell itself to celebrate the birthday of Master art. The water that fell on our clothes began to evaporate into the main hall of the palace. You could see the steam illuminated by spotlights and lights redoubled temperature.
And that started well, our earth came to light when an act of official and institutional, not required or necessary, the representative of the culture in Mexico Sergio Vela gave a congratulatory speech. The boos and whistles they leave almost no end.
bluntly, nor overtones of grandeur or poses - classical and some "artists" or "musicians" - Horacio Franco started with a magic flute solo (or should I say lips magic?). The atmosphere was heated again, a lady called air conditioning, most fell silent and began to enjoy the journey. The bop of the flute began to rumble as harmonious a way on the white walls and balconies that many closed their eyes. It is not uncommon to hear a flute solo that great. For something this musician is considered one of the best in the world.
and continued winding off amazing trips in indescribable magic.
If there is magic in music, art in general notes, strokes or letters will lead to discovering worlds I'd never carried. So many close their eyes. With its irreverent punk hairstyle Horacio driving and awareness of many. He looked like a devil with horns, showing us a glimpse of the truth.
heard from her hands and lips to Bach (The infinite, between the earthly and spiritual) to pass anything delicious and breaking abruptly. And is that the Master Horacio Franco, my cousin, broke the barrier of styling and toughness that art presupposes. Same plays Bach and Vivaldi to the Beatles, a danzón or swing. And with several rolas of Beatles, first and always accompanied by the orchestra Capella danzón Cervantes and then a swing and started dancing in my mind and heart, my body would have been if I prestigious place I would have allowed.
When the dance, several youth took to the aisles taking advantage of the necessary intermediate for those seeking air. Sweaty bodies, the smell began to lose effectiveness. Out coats. Remained heat inside: tasty. The art is not in heaven.
And commenting on the action guys excited. And is that what follows Horacio youth as it has demystified that classical music is only for Rucos. This phenomenon rarely seen and more in this Mexico as morally adult. Maybe it's because a large number of this segment of society sees it as one of their own, as a creator of art unpretentious and takes no space to express themselves pose. The youth needs to create, change the world, enjoy and take over areas traditionally targeted at adults are reflected in Horacio Franco and performance. If they wanted to adopt Franco.
The second part of the show was touching and dreamy. The drink, smoking pot or chute were brightly replaced by notes. Travels over all of them without more. Interpretations of Bach (Triossonata in D minor) and Vivaldi (Concerto in D major for flute, violin and bass; Concerto in C major for sopranino recorder, strings and continuo) blew our minds with fun and poetic recreations.
The disaster came to the concert soprapino C major for flute, strings and continuo by Antonio Vivaldi (1678 - 1741) ... Master shouted to myself, feel like giving to dance, take off their clothes and receive music manea more natural, without too much perfume or cosmetic. I would have done but "such a prestigious place," I would not have allowed. Horacio is
hippie screaming and for a moment I felt good. Don Fer
April 2008
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