The need for the recovery of the Argentine cultural being
In a deteriorated country, the living spirit of our best artists reminds us of who we are and who we were.
The icy night of last Saturday August 25 was challenged by an enthusiastic queue that stretched along Rivadavia Avenue and folded over Bolaños. The cold outside contrasted with the warm interior and human climate that was felt once the doors of the imposing and classic Gran Rivadavia Theater were closed, which generously received the almost two thousand people who longed to meet again with their musical heroes, summoned by the poet and journalist Miguel Grinberg as a tribute and recital. The event, named "Mariposas de Madera" (Wood Butterflies), conducted by Gustavo Lutteral, gave distinctions to the attendees and tributes to the figures of Luis Spinetta, Miguel Abuelo, Pappo, and so many other magicians of the soul who have already left us; and allowed beautiful and exclusive musical moments such as the incredibly powerful and current meetings of Polifemo, Alma y Vida, Aquelarre, Engranaje and Porsuigieco. Lito Nebia, León Gieco, Nito Mestre, Raúl Porchetto, Ricardo Soulé, Edelmiro Molinari, Claudia Puyó, Pedro and Pablo, María Rosa Yorio, among others and all the members of the named bands, gave unforgettable performances that began around 10 pm and ended around 4 am when the tireless public and the generous artists embraced each other in an applause that was more of mutual gratitude than admiration. Curiously, the atmosphere of the event was not one of nostalgia. If in its etymology the "algia" of the word alludes to pain for what is no longer there, rather what was breathed in the seats was a sweet joy and an intense emotion. The celebration of listening to music again in a theatre and not in a stadium, and of enjoying poetry and the delivery of deep soul artists instead of media performances based on visual or technological spectacularity. All the artists put the accent when speaking and playing, in the enormous human and cultural power plant that Argentina has always been. In a country deteriorated ethically, legally, socially, economically, and affectively, where the idea of neighbor tends to disappear, where the pain of others becomes less of one's own and more of another, in a detached curiosity that is seen through a touch screen, the living spirit of our best artists, those who fought for a better world, those who generated a decisive and fundamental movement for national culture, reminds us of who we are and who we were. Then, perhaps, the climatic contrast between the cold outside and the heat that pumped the heart of the Great Rivadavia on Saturday night, is a metaphor that helps us not to forget the great country that we can still be. Photo by Andrea Luque