Seguid haciendo canciones, por favor

Alguien tiene que poner un riff a nuestra rutina

Lo-Fi como paraguas, que a Fred Thomas otros le pondrán en el Indie Rock, me vale igual. Lo que importan son las canciones.

In my dreams I get visits from every beautiful being who’s ever left me
They kiss my face, they tell me they miss me, they love me
They want to protect me
I say “I miss you, too!! I’m trying to be something better for you.

Todo este tipo de artistas son las birras con los colegas, el único grupo de WhatsApp que no odias, las bromas que te salvan de seguir creyendo en la humanidad viendo a los maulas que tienes al lado, esas risas por la nimiedad más grande del mundo.

La salvedad de los cantantes mencionados es que saben cómo tocar su Stratocaster.

Eso y que sus historias se convierten en pequeños himnos diarios que luego volver a pasar a los colegas mancos y sordos. Chavales, nos estamos haciendo viejos, la vida es una mierda, nos la han metido hasta dentro y ahora empezamos a darnos cuenta. Brindemos:

And soon enough you’ll find yourself thrust up against those fall lockers
Dreaming of a simple suspended eternity
Where you’re stoned in your basement, playing games
Hanging out with your dogs
Could it ever be possible to just pause on that feeling?
And why does it seem like now every boy cuts you off when you start speaking?
And why do things feel negated before they’re experienced?
Why does it hurt?
When they tell you you talk like a teenager, you sound so stupid
Say nothing
Because those high school scars, and the parallel bars
All the lonely lights on these frozen cars
Every broken-wrist handstand in some best friend’s yard
And every ugly part of everything that people keep on telling you you are
They aren’t yours, they’re just wrong

Estos versos son de ‘Mallwalkers’, el tema que cierra Changer (Polyvinyl, 2017). Un disco tan irregular como encantador, esencia pura del Lo-Fi, de perderse entre diatribas al aire, algún que otro efecto o desarrollo que podría quedar bien pero solo resulta ser un coñazo, ahora, es nuestro coñazo.

A los amigos se les quiere con todo. A estos discos, igual.

El inicio con ‘Misremembered’ ya nos avisa de que aquí estamos en casa. Una sensación que a mí pocos géneros me transmiten tan bien como el Lo-Fi. Será la herencia recibida, será el contexto de comodidad vivida, de insatisfacción traducida en riffs. La casa de uno tiene difícil definición.

When the controlled burn that you call your 20’s is finally
Extinguished, you know you’ll still need someplace to go
Misremembered every story, every word, every lyric, every mention
Everything that I said, everything that it meant
But it’s okay! It’s ok
There was something I was trying to say

Nunca serán los mejores discos, tampoco aspiran a ello, en cambio sí son algunos de los más sinceros y con los que sentirse reflejado.

En 15 minutos no te arreglo la vida, te la cuento

Changer tiene temazos, y entre todos ellos uno que merece marcar el modo repeat y recrearse en su minuto con cincuenta y cuatro segundos. ‘Open Letter To Forever’:

Oh the crushing weight of an exceptional memory!
There’s a detailed, unfailing transcript of every conversation waiting
And I know it’s annoying
But what happens in a house with the windows always open
And the water always flowing and the candles always burning
And the porch light always broken?
And love is always looming but it’s tired of your attention
It feels like an excuse you use to rename old conventions
I made the flyer myself — it said “ALL ARE WELCOME”
But failed to mention that strict psychic dress code
Like, I remember standing out in front of the Northern
After another 15-paid gig
Getting harrassed by Olympia street punks (the worst!) for looking like a hipster
I wanted to be like “Man, I’m probably a couple years younger than your father
And I’ve traded in any chance at stability for this community of people who, like
Know what Black Flag is, or whatever. And look a little closer-
This outfit is amazing!
You think these pops of pastel play off of each other on accident?”
But no, I didn’t say any of that
It was just another moment crystallizing
Another open letter to forever
Like the fast food trash on the side of the road
The poorly timed reminder of home
The manic rush towards anything
That makes it harder for you to tell me who I am

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