This wonderful album is the pretext for today. I mess up early: Serrat is the greatest singer in Spanish. Forget Sabina, Silvio, and the whole troop. This is the man. I already said it, and I already sharpened my Paraguayan, in case someone wants to fight.<\/p>\n
If the previous statement slips you, you can skip this part and go directly to the sixth paragraph. On the other hand, if it seems hasty and lacking in scientific rigor, if it causes you some kind of sting that an ordinary shithead says such atrociousness without any shame, then, please, stay here, you may be interested in the platitude that I am about to say.<\/p>\n
When we talk about music, or any artistic manifestation, the use of expressions such as best, worst, bad, good, most, least, are exclusively resources of style. If X says: \"Chucho Vald\u00e9s is the best pianist in the world,\" that does not affect Quivic\u00e1n's, or the rest of the pianists, or the world in any way. Chucho will be exactly the same type of pianist before and after the phrase. What X is saying is that Chucho is a fucking virtuoso, and he does not find in language another tool at the level of the kind of pianist he is, other than to say that he is the best.<\/p>\n
The objective evaluation of the artistic fact is in reality a lie as big as that God exists (God himself, the older man with a beard, not the idea of Him, which is inherent in the human being). I've done it, we all do it. Good, bad, better and worse, they are just a pact, a rest that we have invented because we have to talk, right? We have to continue living; But this does not mean that they exist, that they have an effect on reality, that Chucho is really the best. No aesthetic event is better than another. There are spaces where these concepts do work, they do reflect a more or less real state of affairs (graphite is a better thermal conductor than copper, light is the fastest), but not in the language of art. Not understanding this constitutes the first step on the road to censorship, which occurs because someone, from a position of power, believes that this is bad or that it is good; that is why censorship is essentially an act of denial of reality.<\/p>\n
If I take X's statement to be true, then, in a way, I am believing that X has listened to all the pianists in the world and, furthermore, has a kind of \"best pianist\" mold that he has put them into to check that Chucho is the one that best fits. If, instead, I consider such a statement as an error, then I am also saying that X does not have the mold, but is in my possession. That is to say, the only way for better, worse, good and bad to modify reality is if we accept the existence of the mold, the existence of an aesthetic rung superior to any artist, an entity located above the individual, which establishes when one is. better than or worse than. This is neither more nor less, God. So if you believe in Him, you can forget everything I have said, because there is no fix there; pretend this didn't happen. Now, if you are one of those who (like me) believes that the human being is alone with him, do not come to me with that what I said above Serrat is very daring, or that it is not true.<\/p>\n