On a day like today, 74 years ago, Carlos Alberto Solario was born in Paraná, in the province of Entre Ríos. For everyone, the Indian.
For more information, co-leader, founder -together with Skay Beilinson and La Negra Poli- of Patricio Rey and his Redonditos de Ricotaperhaps the most massive social phenomenon within that ecosystem labeled as national rock.
Over the course of a decade and a half, the band was gone forever, historic records like Sip! (1985), October (1986), A bayon for the idiot eye (1988), I burst! Bang!… you’re done (1989), The fly and the soup (1991), Wolf on the loose / Lamb on a leash (1993), luzbelito (nineteen ninety six), Last Bondi to Finisterre (1998) and Momo sampler (2000).
From that prodigal quarry of graffiti-worthy phrases and/or printed T-shirts (prime example: luxury is vulgarity) classical themes emerge with the signature -and voice- of Solari: da a whole stick as far as pill musicpassing through An angel for your solitudenot forgetting, of course, hee hee heenational pogo summit As known.
74 candles you will blow out
Speaking of growth and the 74 candles he will have to blow out on his birthday, the Indian has been reflecting these days:
“Young people don’t think about these things, you start thinking about it after 60. And I didn’t even think about it. I felt like the metallic guy – invulnerable! – until the disease appeared.
“I thought of death only in poetic terms, as one more character in this transient amazement that is life. This life is a work that seems to be made by someone who didn’t have the lucidity that a god should have.
“There he said, ‘Let the ball roll!’ and we all follow. Or maybe there’s no room for complaints because the boy didn’t promise us anything, or he only promised something to a group or to an old man who had made the effort to climb the mountain.
“Actually, 74 equals 72. The only thing that progresses is the shitty disease I have, but hey. It made sense. I’m no good for old men, but there’s no choice but to eat the toad. Or rather the toad will end up eating me“, he replied to the writer and journalist Marcelo Figueras (his biographer), in an excellent and extensive report on the portal The rocket to the moon.
Far away, in La Plata
Just as we say Vilas (Willy) and automatically think of Mar del Plata even though Big Willy could have been born in Buenos Aires, the same thing happens with El Indio: He was born in Entre Ríos but it is enough to mention it to associate it with La Plata, and it is that from a very young age he settled in the city of diagonals. After high school, he entered the Institute of Fine Arts, where he passed some subjects but was expelled a year later.
What top man de los Redondos got tired of selling records, filling stadiums and even collapsing interior cities… And separated from Patricio Rey, his solo stage has arrived. He founded Los Fundamentalistas del Aire Acondicionado, a band with which he has released four studio albums: The treasure of the innocent (2004), rex pig (2007), The scent of the storm (2010) and Little birds, good little boys (2013).
His last live performance was on March 11, 2017. in Olavarría, a recital that had the tragic toll of two dead and dozens injured. On a personal level, he confirmed in 2016 that he suffers from Parkinson’s disease.
a piece of life
told about his life Remember that they lie a littlethe excellent biography written in collaboration with (once again) Marcelo Figueras, where, among other things, he reflects on what it means to be revered by millions of fans.
“I am fortunate that the Los Redondos audience projected certain skills or attitudes onto me. He has demanded things from me – in regards to honesty, for example – that, If I had to claim this in an exam, I probably wouldn’t pass.
“What evidence do they have? It’s people’s needs, who need a doll to put on that vest. The upside is that it gives you permission to be better. When people give you that permission and you don’t take advantage of it, you’re an asshole. It doesn’t cost that much to be honest when there are so many people in favor of you being honest.”
“Sometimes it seems to me that the best thing would be to get out of here without raising dust. One should never compete with the character, at least as long as the character is alive,” he tells Figueras towards the end of the book, without avoiding a shadow of The Reaper lurking… “Don’t be confused. Even tired and sick, I’m not an entertainer.
rock today
A chat with El Indio, especially considering that we don’t talk often, he can’t help but think about the current rock scene… more and more threatened? for the advance of the trapper…
“It hasn’t happened in rock for years. Rock means nothing anymore, measured by what it meant -answer back-. Other things have happened, those that arise now, we will see how long they will last, how they will be projected into the future. It’s good that Wos started playing with a band behind him.
“I liked what Bizarrap and Apai (Gaspar Benegas, one of the Fundamentalists) did. Hee hee hee, it was nice. The important thing is that true artists don’t resign themselves to being cultists of a genre. I want to go with the wave, I don’t want to stay and play the blues. I like to go and navigate the culture, with the music and with everything else”.
Indian world
Perhaps as a surprise to many, from his headquarters in Parque Leloir, Solari also joined the vast majority of Argentines who, for a month, lived in anticipation of Messi and how to get to the happy ending of that suspense film it was the World Cup in Qatar.
“I saw a general joy. It gathered an incomprehensible crowd. An insane crowd by our standards, but which would also have been anywhere else in the world. An epic and epic greatness. No extra was missing! To show such a crowding The Lord of the Rings, Peter Jackson had to blow smoke out of computers. (Laughs.) Crazy!”, he says in the note from The rocket…
“I think he’s cute, this quilombo. I got really excited the other day. I perceived the polenta of a group of hungry kids to justify their lives, with clear goals. So you can. Because they were united. A human group that had a project that encouraged from the gut. Here is the key. If there is no emotion, nothing happens.
“Messi’s chest is cold? He ate the World Cup”
“And that they lived around Messi to be a ‘cold chest’… The ‘cold chest’ ate the championship. I’ve seen him play with an invincible soul, in front of whoever he was. He had to be the captain, not only in football, and he gave up. Yet it was dramatic.
“Korean Par Kin Son is my enemy”
Frank, as always, did not even shy away from the topic of his illness in the note… “For a psychedelic guy like me, death means nothing. be and look. And when you have trouble walking, it starts to get ugly.
“These diseases always hurt, they annoy you, you have to fight to be able to do something. There is a time when the elegance of the spirit does not get along with the elegance of the body.
“And though no one outside has the right to claim a decent position from me, I have the right to claim it from myself. Anything that stands in my way is my enemy.
Korean Par Kin Son is my enemy. He fucks me every day. At the moment I can still do some things that allow me to abstract myself. But I no longer have the eternity criteria typical of young people, when you could postpone, procrastinate, and which made you eternal. Now I can’t put it off.”
Source: Clarin
