El domingo toqué en el Picnic, en Madrid, dentro de las Sunday Evening Music Shows que celebran mensualmente. No lo pensé en ese momento, pero resultó ser de mi agrado -ayer, entre el olor a tallarines- el que fuese el último concierto en una temporada en los escenarios de la capital. Una temporada en la que, exceptuando un homenaje a Vic Chesnutt que ocurre el 1 de mayo, voy a dedicar mis horas (las que quedan después de trabajar) a encerrarme en mi estudio casero a exprimir las melodías que recientemente están repiqueteando en mis dedos.
On Sunday I played at Picnic, in Madrid, as part of the Sunday Evening Music Shows which are held there monthly. I did not realise at the time, but yesterday it happened to be of my liking, along the smell of noodles, it to be the last concert for a while in the venues of the capital. A season in which, except for a Vic Chesnutt tribute show happening on May 1, I will spend my hours (those left after work) locked up in my home studio and squeezing those melodies that are recently making my fingers rattle.
On Sunday I played at Picnic, in Madrid, as part of the Sunday Evening Music Shows which are held there monthly. I did not realise at the time, but yesterday it happened to be of my liking, along the smell of noodles, it to be the last concert for a while in the venues of the capital. A season in which, except for a Vic Chesnutt tribute show happening on May 1, I will spend my hours (those left after work) locked up in my home studio and squeezing those melodies that are recently making my fingers rattle.
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Bravo maestro. Estoy deseando escuchar esos nuevos temas que repiquetean en tus dedos...
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