{"id":9034,"date":"2021-11-17T00:00:08","date_gmt":"2021-11-17T05:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/?p=9034"},"modified":"2021-11-18T10:24:38","modified_gmt":"2021-11-18T15:24:38","slug":"lucia-huergo-la-musica-y-la-verdad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/lucia-huergo-la-musica-y-la-verdad\/","title":{"rendered":"Luc\u00eda Huergo: music and truth"},"content":{"rendered":"

(A<\/span> Octavio Cot\u00e1n, his earliest admirer among the greats of Cuba)<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

It was the second half of the 70s; Very often I ran into the immense Octavio Cot\u00e1n on our way in and out of the bars of the Hotel Riviera, where we both performed \u2014me with my wicker chair and my guitar, he with his guitar and his group\u2014. Always attentive and deferential in his observations towards my way of structuring the framework of the songs, more than once the warm and spirited encounter fell on a theme: \u201clet you meet Luc\u00eda\u2026\u201d.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Years passed and, on a summer night when I became fond of attending the jazz sessions of Nicol\u00e1s Reinoso's group at the R\u00edo Club with a friend \u2014especially because I was pleased to coincide with the young Gonzalito Rubalcaba doing jazz in his new facet as a pianist\u2014we were amazed at the sound and improvisations of a young saxophonist whom at one point, when someone called her by name, I associated with that, more than judicious, well-founded prognosis of my dear Cot\u00e1n.<\/span><\/p>\n

Luc\u00eda Huergo opened her eyes to life on November 17, 1951, in a world where television had just entered. His first games were enveloped (and perhaps invaded) not only by the typical humming of home life but also by signals fired at high volume from neighborhood or home radios. His absolute pitch and his memory grew with the conviction that music, displaying splendor and dynamism, could be released continuously from any of the three devices known in the world of his childhood and adolescence: the essential radio receiver, turntable or television.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Something very obvious must have prompted her parents to lead her with all formality, from a young age, along the paths of musical learning. Life would have it that in 1959, at the age of eight, the horizons began to open up that made available to this daughter of a modest family all the means for her talent to bear fruit. He studied music at the Amadeo Rold\u00e1n Conservatory, at a time when, in addition to training as a saxophonist and flutist, his piano studies could count on the privileged teaching of Professor Margot Rojas. Later, he completed his theoretical baggage with the teachings of Leo Brouwer and Federico Smith.<\/span><\/p>\n