“At home, finally.” After a powerful and spectacular start, Eva Amaral can almost get the emotion in the first greeting. From the stage the Prince Felipe Pavilion looks at the top (10,700 spectators), and lacks little to avoid it when these four words come out. Amaral doubles this weekend in Zaragoza, its city, and months ago it hung the poster completely. This is his second concert after having begun, on May 10 in Bilbao, the tour of his ninth album, Dolce Vita.
And savoring this life start with the first single from the new album, which in the repertoire occupies a predominant place leaving space also to the usual successes. It explains it on the tables Juan Aguirre, that an acoustic version of those is marked Afternoon That they belonged to their first album, back in 98, after remembering aloud how they made up in Zaragoza: “We started this song on Duquesa Villahermosa street and we finished it on Valencia Avenue.” Or how they acted in the bars of the center that “have now become great.” Touching at home is what you have, which both invade memories and betray their emotions. All in exchange for being prophets in their land and having a delivered audience that, as the Aragonese say, “no flamb” (resignation) in claiming them and embraceing their Dolce Vita. This album is for this. “We are enjoying it very much,” says Eva, “and I hope you too.” Impossible not to do so, with so much exquisite lyrics, and sublime scenery, which is being engaged with its most pop classics and dancers such as the All night On the street (Starfish, 2002), which also included a surprise guest on stage, the triumph Juanjo Bona, Zaragozano and Fan declared from the Amaral, making the duo a trio as fleeting as unexpected. Momentazo of Dolce Vita. That had more.
Although there is no enjoyment without penalty, such as Yin without Yan or Rosa without thorns, and “this album speaks of beauty,” says Eva on stage – but also of pain when they take it away, “and the red passion of her black and white dress of the Chilean dictatorship to, with images of the Víctor Jara Foundation, to remember the Amanda reminds you sung by the soloist killed by the dictatorship. Of the sweet life to the bitter life, But equally beautiful. Sounds It could have been me And the pavilion shudders with that defense of the memory that ends the youngest public, so that they say.
The lyrics of the Zaragozano duo have more background than the Kardashian closet. Between social claim and personal diving, the wild and the intimate, Víctor Jara and Marta, Sebas, Guille and the others… The duo combines the maturity of having already turned years in the fifth decade with the youth chords of kings of pop. But in the nuances are wealth and depth. And the notes of a Chelo condense that lighter former pop as if it were a Starux pill. The person in charge is Laura Sorribas, also a young Zaragozana, who also touches this great string instrument as the keyboards, percussion or puts the voices. Attention to this girl. And to Mini Moreno, versatile saxophonist, also on the flute, choirs and percussion.
The Amaral are accompanied by a good band directed by a veteran, Álex Moreno, and accompanied by musicians with experience such as Ricardo Esteban, on bass, which has passed through the Mondragón or Sergio Valdehita orchestra, keyboardist before Mikel Erentxun, Iván Ferreiro and even Miguel Ríos. And that also shows in the staging. The Amaral sign a show of high scenographic level, where three big screens as soon as you immerse you in the green nature of Galicia where Eva now resides, with forests and birds, as confetti throws you on your head. And even she flies, with harness, starring the heights and with red dress, images that could leave any movie from her countryman Paula Ortiz.
Everything is taken care of at the millimeter. And nothing is left. Not one of the 15 new themes of the last work and the usual –How to speak chanted by all or almost anthem Without you I am nothingthat even used Rubalcaba irony by dedicating it to the PP – along with those who raise the temperature of the room. There it was Revolution o I did the wild where the boss dismembers even more. And so, the sweet life What was this Friday sweet to do nothing In Zaragoza it arrived Until music ends exciting staff and asking for more. There were those who even passed out, almost in the front row, and the soloist warned it, even the voice was low There you are “Incoun and grateful,” the Amaral put the point and followed and cost them, with so much ovation and emotion, get the stage. But tonight they come back. Mañas are lucky.