PureVolume

A veces hay que empezar por donde no hay luz. Hacer algo lejos del foco, de callado, sin esperar nada y esperando todo lo que se espera cuando uno no espera nada.

Y ahora esto. Lejos del foco, pero tan cerca del punto, tan tan cerca del punto, que el que lo encuentra no puede volver atras. Porque el que escucha, cambia. Y entonces no hay caminos hacia atras, porque atras quedo destruido, desintegrado, borrado del plano. Ahora, solo caminos nuevos.

Las canciones de Andres son eso. Son eso que se encuentra cuando uno llega a una parte de su propia casa que nunca habia conocido. Es la piecita a la que uno dio un vistazo siendo chico, y que quedo ahi, en la cabecita, pero se cerro con llave. Andres la abre, porque es un desfachatado... Como se atreve? Quien le da derecho? Cree que puede venir y hacernos esto que nos hace y salir con las manos limpias, como si nada?

Que bueno. Que bueno que se atreve. Que bueno que lo hace sin esperar a tener derecho. Que bueno que venga (dandose cuenta de que si puede) y salga con las manos todas sucias, y sin ninguna intencion de lavarse. Como si nada. Como si todo.

Sonaria pretencioso si lo dijera el en vez de mi? No se. Por eso lo digo yo y no el. Asi es mejor. De lo propio no se habla.

Estas son las canciones de Andres. Que bueno poder hablar de ellas sabiendo que todo lo que yo diga, te lo vas a olvidar apenas las escuches.

Olvidate.





Sometimes you have to start where there's no light. To do something far away from the focus, with the mouth shutted, waiting for nothing, waiting for all the things you wait for when you are waiting for nothing.

And now, this. Far away from the focus, but so close to the point, so close to the point, that the one who finds it cannot go back. Because the one who listens, changes. And then, there are no ways back, because "back" is now destroyed, desintegrated, erased. From now on, only new ways.

That's what Andres' songs are. They are that thing you find when you reach a part of your own house you didn't know. It's the little room you had a glimpse of when you were a child, and remained there, in your little head, but was locked. Andres opens it, because he doesn't care... How he dares? Who gave him the right to? Does he thinks he can do this to us, and then walk away, hands clean, as if nothing had happened?

Good, then. Good, because he dares. Good, because he does it without waiting for someone to give him the right to. Good, because he does it (realizing that he can) and walks away with the hands very dirty. And he wont wash up. As nothing had happened. As everything had happened.

Would it sound pretentious if he would be the one saying this instead of me? I don't know. That's why I said it. This way's better. Better not to talk of your own things.

This are the songs of Andres. How good it's to talk about them knowing that you will forget everything I've said the moment you listen to them.

Forget about it.