it turns out that i'm getting a christmas eve day on the first of june. or given that i'm in mexico now, it's an epiphany day--like the sixth of january, but without the coat-wearing, chilly winter weather. either way, today feels like that because it's heavy with delicious anticipation, a day that took a long time to become present tense, and a day when, primero Dios, i'll be opening a present in a matter of hours.
only this time the wrapping is a tall set of doors. it's a gift all my own, though i'll share it with a few thousand others. and the santa claus/three kings figure isn't from the north pole or the ancient orient at all. he's still a he, but he's from argentina, and he'll be giving us all his new songs.
i feel like i'm seven-years-old inside. and why not? i'll be watching and hearing a legend sing in the same building where i sit. cerati once sang the group soda stereo to greatness; i haven't yet met a mexican citizen under the age of fifty who can't sing along lustily to de música ligera. but it was his solo album "bocanada," borrowed for a day from the incomparable hilary, that turned my previous ideas of latin music into a pile of ashes, winging itself up again in gorgeousness, in the span of fifteen songs. it was, indeed, an epiphany--one of the joycean kind.
i know people devoted to U2, or radiohead, or cerati's british compeer, that pope of mope, morrissey. and i understand. it's easy to lay down undying loyalty, especially to the latter two. but i like cerati's world best.
a very happy epiphany.
*lots of links here today. if you choose to click on only one, make it this. it's the view he'll have landing in mexico city, to the tune of his single, "rio babel"--from that album "bocanada."