I saw this guy last April on a free double bill with Juana Molina. He was earnest, but as often happens, he pushed his live set toward a sort of crowd-pleasing bland rockiness. I like this video better. Cool combination of angsty strings, wheezy horns, theremin, and a mopey, dopey minotaur.
I won't translate the whole thing: here's the gist:
I'm having fun with with some friends when all of a sudden I understand the weight and horror of being alive. Feeling. Thought. Thought. Feeling. (It rhymes in Spanish: sentimiento/pensamiento) What torment. I could be begging with my heart clearly bleeding, but my mind keeps playing around. Seems like it's making fun of me. Feeling. Thought. etc.
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