Now that you have taken the point on my surname of the Cold War had finally given in to that inner voice that manuals recommend discover corny and had forgiven him Uncle Iggy Pop their Berlin dabbling with my great love, David Bowie comes a teenager Martina with her sixteen years to pop the scenery, to desasnarme with punk scream and get in the door of another music, my foreign voices. Now it's all pop irony, pastiche, Infinite Jest, safety distance and constant speed, appears Gopegui Bethlehem with his 'I want to be punk' and recovers at a stretch the innocence of desire, the literature as one-man commando action but transferable to anyone who shares the value of the desire and need to stop set with a voice to follow the melody, the craving for screaming. Finally.
'Desire to be punk' is a musical, in the best sense, the emotional candor that lead to the classical genre, "a fictionalized musical running along the same route that makes our imagination on the rides with music. It is a moving ride with headphones during which we imagine as interpreters for each song, chosen among our favorites for the playlist you with us. It is that, and both the drawing pen in a notebook of the time we sing and we contorted in the mirror, loudly over the speaker volume. A musical where the girl does more than meet the guy: find friends, learn to organize their anger, to look, to ask the right questions and understand that things can be ordered without ceasing to be wild, and, as in best music leaves us with the humming in the head and a huge desire to go out and be part of apotheosis final number where we sang together, without orchestra or background music, just our voices shouting in the street, a space for everyone, which is the least thing there is to a common place.
