La música y la memoria (Español/Ingles)
Nadie discute que la música y la memoria guardan una relación íntima, es sorprendente como un par de notas o una composición compleja pueden traernos los más bellos recuerdos o los más duros. Remover en nuestros adentros intensos sentimientos, tal como los experimentamos tiempo atrás. Y podemos reír o llorar mientras nuestro reproductor nos emite cualquier canción que haya servido como soundtrack en nuestras vidas.
Pero la música va mucho más allá de la memoria, en lo personal la música siempre me ha conectado con momentos que ni siquiera he vivido, la memoria social, momentos históricos de mi pueblo o continente. Como las bellas y dolorosas canciones de la banda chilena Quilapayún, que con sus letras y melodías folclóricas me recuerdan el flagelo que represento la dictadura de Augusto Pinochet. O las canciones de Violeta Parra que me invitan a recorrer las montañas chilenas en busca dela música, volar los cielos de los Andes como un pájaro sin plan de vuelo en busca de la más sublime creación, tal como lo hizo Violenta. O el Gelem Gelem que me desgarra el alma, como los caminos desgarraron los pies de tantos gitanos, y en cada melodía me siento una más de ese digno pueblo que ha sobrevivido a la crueldad de la historia.
Así mismo conservo recuerdos de la memoria familiar a través de la música. Mi madre solía contarme que mi abuela y mi abuelo bailaban tango juntos, esto era todo un espectáculo en las reuniones sociales o fiestas familiares, pues en El Rosario (un pequeño pueblo en la frontera de Colombia con Venezuela) en los años 1930 no era muy común ver a una pareja bailar así.
Desde mis once años, cuando mi madre me conto esta fascinante historia, veo a mi abuela: una mujer voluptuosa, alta, de piel blanca y ojos verdes. Y a mi abuelo “El cojo Abraham”: un hombre humilde, obrero desde su infancia, alto y guapo. Bailando apasionadamente al ritmo La Cumparsita.
Todas estas imaginas dibujadas en algún lugar de mi cabeza, no corresponden a lo vivido, pues yo nunca les vi bailar, de hecho ni siquiera conocí a mi abuelo, pues este murió a muy temprana edad a causa de un coma diabético. Mi abuela nunca tuvo otra pareja de baile y sin embargo la mi madre me heredo este recuerdo sueño, que llega a mi memoria cada vez que escucho una canción de tango.
Nadie discute que la música y la memoria guardan una relación íntima, pero lo más increíble que hace es tejer una red de memorias que nos conectan como cuerpo familiar y social. Les dejo para escuchar en este sábado hermoso “La Cumparsita” el tango favorito de mi abuela, para que al igual que yo puedan dibujarla bailando en los brazos fuertes de mi abuelo.
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Recursos: Tableta ZTE E10Q
Primera imagen de Pixabay // Segunda imagen del Albun familiar.
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Music and memory (Spanish/English)
Nobody disputes that music and memory have an intimate relationship, it is surprising how a couple of notes or a complex composition can bring us the most beautiful memories or the hardest. It can stir intense feelings in our hearts, just as we experienced them long ago. And we can laugh or cry while our player plays us any song that has served as a soundtrack in our lives.
But music goes far beyond memory, personally music has always connected me with moments that I have not even lived, social memory, historical moments of my people or continent. Like the beautiful and painful songs of the Chilean band Quilapayún, whose lyrics and folk melodies remind me of the scourge of Augusto Pinochet's dictatorship. Or the songs of Violeta Parra that invite me to travel the Chilean mountains in search of music, to fly the skies of the Andes like a bird without a flight plan in search of the most sublime creation, just as Violenta did. Or the Gelem Gelem that tears my soul, as the roads tore the feet of so many gypsies, and in each melody I feel like one more of that worthy people that has survived the cruelty of history.
In the same way, I keep memories of my family memory through music. My mother used to tell me that my grandmother and grandfather danced tango together, this was a spectacle at social gatherings or family parties, because in El Rosario (a small town on the border of Colombia with Venezuela) in the 1930s it was not very common to see a couple dancing like that.
Since I was eleven years old, when my mother told me this fascinating story, I see my grandmother: a voluptuous, tall, white-skinned woman with green eyes. And my grandfather "El cojo Abraham": a humble man, a worker since his childhood, tall and handsome. Dancing passionately to the rhythm of La Cumparsita.
All these images drawn somewhere in my head, do not correspond to what I lived, because I never saw them dance, in fact I did not even know my grandfather, because he died at a very young age due to a diabetic coma. My grandmother never had another dancing partner, and yet my mother inherited this dream memory, which comes to my mind every time I hear a tango song.
Nobody argues that music and memory have an intimate relationship, but the most incredible thing it does is to weave a web of memories that connect us as a family and social body. I leave you to listen on this beautiful Saturday to "La Cumparsita" my grandmother's favorite tango, so that like me you can draw her dancing in my grandfather's strong arms.
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Resources: ZTE E10Q Tablet
First image from Pixabay // Second image from Family Albun.
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Una bella historia que inspira.
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A nice story you told us and how the music made you connect with that feeling, and with your grandparents. We just don't understand sometimes how powerful music can be, right?
Those were other times when our grandparents used to dance the tango or other dances (depending on the country). My grandmother (my mom's mother) so many times talked to me about the dance evenings and unfortunately those times when the second World War hit when she was young.
La Cumparsita, nice memories for me too, a few years ago I performed it (me on the piano of course) with a choir and an accordion. We played it a bit differently though. Thank you for sharing your feelings and thoughts with us @jetta.amaya, I hope you are having a great weekend. Greetings!
Thank you dear @mipiano, it is wonderful to read your comment full of so much truth. I imagine that magnificent interpretation of La Cumparsita, because you are a prodigious musician.
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Nice said, music is a good medicine that can heal at any point in time
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A very beautiful story full of memories and music!!!!! Thank you for sharing it my dear jetta
Uhm, I thought about this more often, the connections many to most people have with music and memories. For myself, I never had that 'feeling' this was or even is the case with me. Yes, I have some tracks/songs that remind me of something from the past, but this is quite rare. Thoughts may surface though, but also that isn't too often. Thoughts are usually not memories, more like time periods, or thoughts around the music itself. But mostly, I listen to the music and try to have my mind not thinking of anything but 'just' exploring the music. Usually, a lot of visuals are created, especially when I close my eyes. No memories, but mostly abstracts, or some (in) coherent storyline that I'm making up on the spot. Anyways, music and memories. A bond with many experiences but somehow doesn't include me. Makes me feel 'special' 😍 Not that I am, but that is a topic for another post 😂
For many, music can be a space for meditation. And that's wonderful, I also have music with which I can not think about anything. Sometimes we connect and sometimes we disconnect, what is certain is that music is an old internal that sometimes can lead us nowhere.
I wouldn't say so. When music leads me to nowhere, as in memory or some other thought, it re-energises me the most of all connection states I can have with music 😉 Therefore 'nowhere' is 'energy'? 😉😂
Hmmm... I can see... To be sincere, music and memory go hand in hand. Music can make and break. It can bring old times when remembered and even when played for a very long time.