“This is my last, and most important, concert. Which I will always remember“, announced Joaquín Sabina who is now leaving forever. He sang first Sadness Street With letters to Madrid, he then said: “This tour that began with ‘hello, goodbye’ It’s just a goodbye call. It has slipped into the memory of several generations. Without you my songs wouldn’t exist.”
The Movistar Arena, filled to the last ray, bid farewell to Joaquín Sabina in a white, then brown, then top hat, like a magician who lived to sing it. The one whose hoarse voice people tried to silence Almost continuous applausehe ventured.
in the hole, All your friendsAna Belén, Victor Manuel, Benjamin Prado, David Trueba… friends who were not surprised to sing with him, and who were there as a select audience. And in the stands, Thousands of worshipersfrom their pilgrim themes, from their poetry harvested over more than 40 years of stages, whisky, cigars, waterfalls and resurrections.
Sabina did not deny anything, not even the truth, on her farewell night, a page of history and music. The teacher sang as they passed behind them Pictures of his lifeThere are other Joaquins who are younger, more rebellious, more realistic, healthier than the one he is now, but there are no more artists.
Sabina hardly sings standing up anymore. And he sits on his throne, On your sidewalkhe does not need to do this because the audience is already standing, the other soul of Joaquin Sabina. “Now that I have a soul I never had,” the crowd thundered along with him.
“He is Very exciting and moving A lot of friends came. This concert in Madrid is the last in my life. He is Most important“, he said in his interventions.
He started searching Rusty song trunklike the second one he wrote more than 40 years ago.
To say that he sang his most famous songs is like saying that He sang his entire repertoire. 19 days and 500 nights It was not he who sang it, but 12 thousand souls with very long tongues and very short skirts.
Sabina who competed on stage with images of another, more flamboyant man with thick hair of the same name Moments of emotion. Clearly no one stole November, the month of his musical shrine.
More than a hundred words, more than a hundred reasons, and more than a hundred lies that Sabina has told and sung. Because he deserves it. an act Sonnet When he introduced his other musicians and family. In rhyme, like a good troubadour, which is what the departed Sabina hides.
Rudeness, hangover, cocaine, tango, prostitute, bad company, moon, spring, poet… A Vocabulary that has become a languageat a helm with many helmsmen, with many five-star hearts.
Sabina walked with her followers along the Avenue of Broken Dreams. Written by Chavela VargasHe said, and I almost cried. The Mexican part revealed its most important and popular rhythms. We said goodbye, and I hope we see each other again.
It would have been a good ending. But things went further than that. It was almost three o’clock. And at 10 o’clock, and at 11 o’clock, and at 12 o’clock, and at 1 o’clock, and at 2 o’clock. Until we found the moon over Madrid. This ended when Sabina The last hat has been removed He bowed before the gentleman.
It is not known whether he wrote the most beautiful song in the world, although everyone today believes that it is the most difficult, saddest and most immortal song. This Sunday, November 30, everyone was Lovers, friends, friends and accomplices. When love does not hurt it kills. Love that kills never dies. His audience will remain as full as the full moon.
Very young and old. Joaquin Sabina.