Three years and three days without Gustavo Cerati (or something like that)
On May 15th of 2010, Gustavo Cerati suffered a stroke in Caracas, Venezuela. Since then he has been in a coma. Gustavo Cerati is one of the most important songwriters and guitarists of Latin music. With his band, Soda Stereo, he played all around the world and when in 1997 they split up, they were remembered as one of the most influential bands.
In 2007 they reunited for a tour. I remember Gustavo Cerati saying some words that I though they were very wise. He said that Soda Stereo didn’t split up because they hated each other, but becuase they were simply tired. I remember watching that interview on TV, I remember his so characteristic voice while saying those words; he seemed to be excited about playing with his band again. I went to see Soda Stereo at one of the many shows they gave at the Estadio River Plate in 2007. I wasn’t interested in going to see them because I wasn’t still open-minded enough to accept music from my own country. But now I’m glad that I saw them live, though I barely remember anything from the show.
Even if Gustavo Cerati wakes up, he probably won’t be able to play music anymore. It is a pity because even though Soda Stereo has broken up a long time ago, his solo albums were both critically and popularly acclaimed.
I still haven’t listened to a full studio album by Soda Stereo. I should have listened to the album they released in 1995, but I forgot about it. The video that I’m showing you is a performance of their song “Té para tres” from Canción Animal (that Allmusic rated with 5 stars). This is a version they did in 1996 for MTV Unplugged that I like a lot. If you put play, please don’t stop the video until the solo guitar starts. I don’t like to romanticize an instrument, but when the guitar solo starts, an image of a woman crying appears in my mind. Maybe it is influenced by the lyrics, that translated to English they would be like this:
“Tea for three”
The cups on the tablecloth
The spilled rain
A bit of honey, a bit honey
It isn’t enough
The eclipse wasn’t partial
And it blinded our looks
I saw you cried, I saw you cried
Tea for three
A sip of distraction
Looking to decipher ourselves
There is nothing better, there is nothing better