Despite the adverse conditions of sound, the artist offered a generous concert that during two hours reviewed his extensive contribution to music history
Whenever there is a concert in the Pavilion of Ace Travesas of Vigo, the public goes with resignation hoping that by magic art a basic problem for the benefit of a musical spectacle is solved. The problem is that the mentioned space is like a great metallic box in which the sounds bounce of the ground to the ceiling and a wall to another one like in a game of squash. The spectators wait for the miracle, but the Virgin of Lourdes resists to help the sound technicians. And thus, one after another one, is falling myths from a scene that, or adecúa to that use, or that is used for the aims for which the field has been conceived, the sport encounter of all Hindu to him. At least, while music like competition is not accepted, Olympic or no.
Of this form it would not be necessary to lament spectacles like which it offered the night of Thursday the British musician Elvis Costello. The artist offered one of those concerts that could be described as unforgettable by the quality of the interpreters and the energy and the genius that wasted the composer and interpreter. Without giving truce, Costello removed all the artillery and was connecting a song with another one, changing of rate without losing the north, uniting its impeccable ballads with its subjects in which it assembles styles without nothing hisses: of the espídico rock to reagee bailón, of soul sensual to the pop setentero, of the jazz to country like a luxury car: accelerating from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds.
When it began, the coldness of the half-empty audience gave chills. When starting the powerful band, the first reaction was the one to leave fleeing from a lethal trap for any eardrum with desire to arrive at old without tasting sonotone. Luckily, Elvis Costello is a professional of first category and knew to take control of the situation like a bullfighter until he had the public surrendered on his feet. Two ears and return to the rotation. Two hours and average of frenetic trip by the history of the best pop rock and of last the twenty years were. That noticed between the hearing, talludita, to which there would be to add a reflection "of sort": Why are 85 percent of the most fanatical followers of Elvis Costello men?
The British artist, surrounded by his band The Imposters, made a review by some of his mythical songs: Radio, Radio, Alison, Oliver's Army, Watching the detectives, (I don't want to go) Chelsea, Pump it up, Almost blue... Fell put in riffs guitarreros of melodías as famous as I feel pretty from West Side Story and until it dropped the surfer's success, parody of the Beach Boys The other side of summer and impressive compositions like which it gives title to its album of 1998, Painted from memory, in addition to some subjects of the last disc, The delivery man.
The known versatility of brilliant musician was evident in his first visit to Vigo. Presumably he did not know how it got to the ears of those who endured, ignoring the distortion, to appreciate the flashes of genius between sonic brush. If so, it was to get mad. And he did. Instead, undaunted in his suit and red tie , with a pleasant attitude and tireless work, there were passing through his hands an impressive collection of electric and acoustic guitars.
With the encore he continued to demonstrate generosity and eventually played nearly thirty songs, a record for the usual stinginess that stars show. He dared with a verse sung a capella, almost inaudible to those who were located further away from the stage, for whom it was a silent ceremony. Deaf but happy .