Joaquin Sabina opened his string of eight shows in Argentina last night (six in Buenos Aires, completing the 15th, 21st, 23rd, 25th and 27th of this month; one in Córdoba on the 18th, and closing the “Against all odds” tour ” on the 29th in Rosario) in front of a Movistar Arena packed with boats and with a repertoire that he took his audience for a ride for various moments of his intense artistic life.
Dressed in a white striped courrege jacket, a black bib shirt, matching trousers and shoes, and a cream hat (he has kept the famous bowler hat for the encore), Úbeda’s beloved son, Jaén, in the autonomous community of Andalusia , honored the title of this tour and, against all odds, took to the stage to rattle off some classics from his vast oeuvre, which currently has 18 studio albums, seven live and 7 more compiled.
Sabina has survived many tough battles, including some recent ones with a dramatic tone, and as she sings in a line from marble tears, he’s a survivor, damn it, he’ll never get tired of celebrating. And his people thank him, of course.
And although the prevailing feeling in the venue is that we are most likely witnessing his swan song, the truth is that with Chavela Vargas’ great friend, there will always be a doubt to reserve.
how was the show
The recital opens with When I was youngersong included in his album Judge and jury (1985), and a Sabina sitting on a stool that she will be leaving in a few moments.
With less vocals than on his last tour 2017’s (“I Deny Everything”), rather short on words, but with his proverbial charm intact, the singer addresses a list of songs that, without being major hits, have audiences on their feet for much of the show.
Some 12,000 people have come to pay their respects here, who, in addition to paying a small fortune to see him, pretend not to hear the shrieks of this sandpaper voice, the imperfections of the sound (a ball of noise when the excellent band playing played the accompaniment is put in turbo mode) and the gaze fixed on the teleprompter in case you forget the text.
None of that matters, it’s up there a warrior of decades. Maximum respect for the gladiator.
Undoubtedly Joan Manuel Serrat and his farewell to the tables had a lot to do with the tone of the farewell tonight at the Villa Crespo stadium.
As much as scene fall suffered at the WiZink Center in Madrid, right with the Dwarf at his side, on that fateful night of February 12, 2020. Following which Joaquín suffered an intracranial hematoma and He left in a wheelchair for the hospital be operated, accompanied by the Barcelona colleague.
something of a miracle
That’s why there’s something miraculous about seeing him sitting there, his figure a little thinner and more fragile than usual but still wanting to play guitars.
Source: Clarin
