I done my best.

Manuel
Fawlty Towers
Torquay, England

Monday 8 of November of 2004

Scene of the World
 
The Fest Personnel gave back to Buenos Aires a proposal to him
that perhaps included of the pop-rock and of the international!

Strange phenomenon!

(The one who has happened last weekend.)

Almost as if Buenos Aires had become, during Friday and Saturday, in a "borgeano" luck of aleph, with the unexpected discovery in the heat of the Núñez District of that "point in space that contains all points", that in which "they are, without being confused, all the places of the orb, sights from all the angles ".

  A musical Aleph, in any case. Inconcievable in this drought of international performers we've suffered in recent years, that in two nights, and distributed in several scenes, such varied and interesting proposals could be experienced as Morrissey, [...] and more, including representatives of "beyond the rock", like Goran Bregovic, Bebel Gilberto or Nancy Wilson.

The Club City of the Buenos Aires was that "Earth" (as it were) provided for more than 50 thousand people (25 thousand thousands Fridays and 30 Saturday, according to data of the organizers) who wandered about an immense estate which I experience as an animal or some other living thing of the nature: branches between trees that connected a music ensemble with another one, a musical accumulate with another one; carps that, like the cicada, they sent towards the night the electronic blows of music that it invited to the danceable critical moment; infinitesimal points in space that took to an island, in the middle of a lake, where there were other artists; posters that announced the schedules and scenes of the incredible supply of every night, and mysterious women swathed in black veils that promoted Radio Kabul.

But it was necessary that one walked and ran and writhed from one stage to the other and ever on to struggle to see and hear all that was to be seen, to be heard!

Morrissey appeared at the delirious climax of this "solista" race and opened to its Seth with "First of the Gang to Die", of his last and excellent disc, ",you are the Quarry", that in which, after several years of inexplicable record exile, he returned to show his ability for the intelligent songs and to
unfold his incomparable voice. There were a few of that disc, but also subjects of its "solista" race ("Every Day Is Like Sunday" and "The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get ", among others) and until it granted some of the times of the Smiths, like "How Soon Is Now" and "Bigmouth Strikes Again".

With its ironic and philosophical style (in which Mozzer could have written down a fine description of his attire that evening: "I brought black with white and a sacerdotal collar for the neck, ideal for I, whom am consulted sometimes on my enigmatic sexuality; I, medical instructor of the celibacy."), Morrissey almost did not leave an interval between songs without venturing forth and establishing a strange relation with the public, and his public with him.

Thus he amused himself by making libellous statements about Chile, urging on a supposed rivalry between South American countries and added that his recent disc had sold very nicely in Santiago and Montevideo, but only one plate in all of the Buenos Aires. Moz aspired to be "mimado", that one said to him no—no!! that here the Mozzer is the master more than in any place other!
 
And also he has spoken to us several times in between song intervals of his voice. He has invited analogies with the lowing of cattle and barks from an old dog, and that "my voice seems that of a toad, but they must learn, I am a toad". Later he grew serious: "There is a single question in my mind, a single question: who is going to save us from George W. Bush?", as introduction to "The World Is Full of Crashing Bores". Finally, during "You Know You Couldn´t Last", Moz bless-emitted a "God you!" and he retired of the scene. Without return.
 
Now, to cross the fingers so that, so as we were promised, the festival has continuity and this aleph musical again returns to
become reality in Buenos Aires.

By Adriana Francox (trans. Pancho Holyoke)
Of the Writing of the NATION

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