HISTORIA TRISTE.

Homesick is what this song inspires me. since the first time I listen to it, the bass line, the hard voice and the tough lyrics, made me shake, made me feel as the title says sad, it was released several years ago and I hear it for the very first time when I was traveling around the south about seventeen years ago, while waiting for a bus in a distant point of Chiapas, some exotic folks arrived next to us to do the same and we began to speak, they told us they were from Spain, as we had to wait together we talked about a lot of things, but one remains in my mind Music and books, and they share with us some tapes they were carrying with them from Spain. Into all of those tapes, thanks to them I knew Eskorbuto, and a song that moves deep fibers in my mind at those days,(and still)is the one that I toke the name for this entry. Several years I preserve those tapes with me. And suddenly something happen and I forget myself about that song, for years it remained in my subconscious mind, I think, and one day the bass line hits me in the forehead, reminding me that sick lyrics, the rage, the frustration, the fucked up situation of those far an lost eighties, I grew up.