LLARIEGU

Published by DEIA, May 12, 2011




Just a few days ago I visited the city of Gijon because I collaborated in recorded a CD - DVD on behalf of the Band of Gaitas of Llariegu. I know that it sounds a little bit as a topic but every time that I visit Cantabria, Asturias or Galicia, for a concert or to collaborate with musicians of the area, I feel very special things because of the different encounters and at the same time being unique. And I say that after traveling through so many countries in which I feel very comfortable, yet there is something in these communities and in their people that fills me with energy and makes me feel just as in home.

In this occasion I was going to spend a few days collaborating with the band of bagpipes due to the complexity of the project: Preparation, rehearsals, concert, etc. Now what really caught my interest are the passion and the desire that each and every members of the band had in every moment. The Gaitas's Band of Llariegu is an amateur band, of enthusiastic people having much talent that has nothing to envy any professional group since by not living by the music doesn’t sincerely make a difference at the time of effort and to embroider a project as we were doing.

Our first encounter was in their site of rehearsal, in Sariegu, where for the first time I felt the true potential of the group with the percussions and the bagpipes clobbering to the maximum. What a sound! How much strength! It is incredible to feel yourself wrapped up with so much energy and to be able to contribute with your own that, at the same time, multiplies by moment.

The concert was in La Laboral of Gijon, ancient university recycled now in a building for several activities and with a very special charm. A curious and shocking place all at the same time. The repertoire was of the most interesting and in my case I played several themes of the Breton culturehttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif while we interpreted some parades it reminded harmoniously to me our arin-arin.

The first impression, so many times, is the one that counts, although, at times, we make a great effort in dimming our feeling with our minds.

I drew a smile the first day that I listened to them and I thought: “It is clear that the musical travels by air ...” Let's not give it a second thought.

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HEGALDIAK

Published by DEIA, April 14, 2011





WE ARE waiting in the runway. You look through the window and, sincerely, your mouth starts to dry. The turbine of the motors accelerates, the brake to the maximum potency and almost all the possible sensations all crowded up just before the beginning of our journey.

The sound of the airplane’s motors is something that always made my hair stands on end by the force and potency that is guessed. All of a sudden, perhaps pushed by the circumstances, the commander steps on the gas and you feel that you sink more and more in the seat, experimenting physically the converging of a lot of forces on our bodies. And at the same as centuries ago the sailors of those wooden ships let loose the moorings and began a long and unpredictable journey, we fly in the sky and we internally emulate dashing to the unknown in an always hostile means for the human being, as it is air.

This is often the succession of feelings that often I experience upon the take-off traveling by air and that is that, as much as I try, I’m not accustom at all to this about flying. Neither can I say that I should have an exacerbated fear but it is true that I keep found feelings inside of me. Definitely I should be talking about respect and that many times comes to life because neither it is acquainted nor do we dominate the process that entails this act.

It is surprising to see how our mind plays dirty tricks. Flying by air does not physically vary in nothing to when we ride a car or travel by train, but the mind tells us that we are flying and that we do not touch firm ground.

And that becomes respect, and maybe even fear, that in which we do not know how to assume ends up restricting us.

While I pick up my suitcases and I walk to the car sometimes I see how again another airplane takes off and I think about everybody that travels in that craft, in all that they leave behind and what they take accompanied of that powerful and forceful sound track that is the adventure of life.

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