TS Hidalgo

Interview with a rock-star, a celebrity icon. The mischievous and bashful expression of someone who seems like a fun guy who all the same distrusts strangers, other people, the ager publicus, someone who lives enclosed in his own world of references and connections, his own clichés. He showed up to the televised interview in pajamas, a sample of what I heard:

— I'm dressed up as myself —he held a revolver, next to the microphone. In fact he was aiming at it.

— Summer of 88, some place in Ireland, once in a lifetime, I was barely sixteen years old: cubic sin.

— Alabama, palindromes... Yeah, that's it, definitely... Palindromes ... Alabama and palindromes... I also hate the cárcel catódica... Right, and casinos, monarchies and acts of faith.

— I'm afraid of ostracism by installments. I'm afraid getting to some point in my life where I look down on my own life goals, my principals. I'm afraid of starting to wish for times gone by, sweating for years. I'm afraid of the exponential desensitization of the masses. I'm afraid of the bang at the end of the world.

— Do you consider yourself a revolutionary?

— No, not at all, I'm not a revolutionary.

— Really? That’s a bit odd, coming from you.

— No, I'm not, and it's very logical: in a revolution, women are always tired, and there aren't any good restaurants.

— To do it, in handcuffs, in front of a black and white television playing movies in slow motion, with really disturbing images. To do it in handcuffs, yeah. Also to meet Bob Dylan.

— In person no, which is, to say the least, a bit strange.

— What would you talk about if you were introduced?

— Oh, um, I have no idea. About furniture, maybe?

Silence. Now another phone call, about the building for sale, which I didn't answer either.

— What happened to your bullfighting career?

— I had an excess of guts, and a lack of talent... I didn't get out of the bull's way, but the bull got me out of the way on his own.

— Is there anything more transgressive than your music?

— An eyeful of tits makes the medicine go down.

— What do you think of the copla*? Many intellectuals are reclaiming it these days.

— Let them reclaim it, I don't give a shit about it.

— Well, now that you ask... this very one, that grants both of us this ephemeral and circumstantial existence.

— What are you going to do with your Grammys?

TS Hidalgo

TS Hidalgo

Fiction

Summer 2017

Rockstar