Testimony of Roger Santiváñez ]
is strange but it all began with rock. In the distant Piura for the first time I knew what was rock and roll, when my older sister Ruth a sunny morning, I said this is the music of Elvis Presley and began to dance. This must have occurred around 1960. For those days or rather years: the early 60s is that I was bombarded with everything from backing rock that came to Piura. I remember the 45 rpm of my brother Raúl between what could listen to Paul Anka, Little Richard, Elvis of course, and Neil Sedaka, Frankie Avalon, the fabled Dream by the Everly Brothers or topics of Connie Francis, Bobby Darin and Sandra Dee -your cute girl blonde, the Supremes and Brenda Lee. So the bottom of my poetic art is tinged rock in its most remote settings. In this environment, my conocmiento of the Beatles in 1963 and 64-discs with my older sister Lola "came to mean a kind of bomb. That itself could not understand her beauty. That furious beauty. The impact was so great that on the blackboard where he practiced my school work, a kind of mural-wrote and drew the story of the fab four without knowing anything about them, guided simply by the power of imagination of this boy of 7 or I was 8 years. The only source of information would probably be the magazine-reading Vanity monthly where my mom could learn a thing about rock in its pages on Hollywood 'cinema and its stars' and 'Spotlight on Europe' in its columns found people like the Rolling Stones and Herman's Hermits. The amazing thing is that in those days I caused a huge emotional shock arrival at Los Shains Piura, with Gerardo Manuel, for the opening of Channel 2 TV, a subsidiary of America to Lima. But the craziest thing was my Vision of The Saicos in 1965, in the channel, a Saturday in 'El Show de Marco', the same as later-in 1968 - led to Jean Paul, The trogodlita conjunction with The Dreams of Lima. In 1965 or 66 came to Paul Anka Peru and that it enjoyed in the silence of my solitary reading of 'Express' and other newspapers in the capital that my dad bought in Piura every Sunday. Like the arrival of Chubby Checker, the king of the twist-in the summer of 1963 or 64 who flipped on the TV in Lima and saw all your photos in Caretas, because I was in Limonta, like all my childhood summers , going on holiday on the jato my maternal grandmother Matienzo, Trail Santa Rosa, at the very center.
Lima During my last summer, my grandmother died in October 1963 - ie in 1964 I did something unusual. A good morning and after several days mulling over the matter to the head, I wrote a relatively short text, a kind of songs, but they were not. There was a song-I think Fabian Forte-that my sister Ruth and therefore loved me too. Multiplication was his name. And from there began to weave tales about word games with 'Multiply, Multiplication' and inventing a narrative sense to each piece, based on other songs probably or other word games. The fact is that were like 4 or 5 blocks on my calligraphy lines to read and reread them I liked a lot. But neither were stories themselves, but pieces of articulate speech-intuitive-in looking for oral pleasure, completely unknown to me that there was present. And without doubt, in his deeper motivation was the rock I heard every day, drawing in my soul, the most intimate and personal idea of \u200b\u200bbeauty.
In the fall of 1968 came to Piura Jean Paul, the trogodlita. A year earlier there had been in the U.S. summer of love that triggered massive youth movement of the hippies. In Piura I was notified via remote print and television the scope of the new slogan peace, music and love that touched me deeply and whose cultural emblem was, no doubt, rock. Identified with this, I saw on TV the Trogodlita and attended one of his public appearances, in a country restaurant of the city where my parents dragged her to go. His other presentations, the real rock-were in the night club La Huaca, basement of the exclusive-before-Velasco Country Club de Piura. Following these concerts and the blast was the first major scandal of marijuana in my conservative hometown. Boys as well, it was said at the time, behaved badly, saying sensacionaliastas holders. They were the first young people who smoked marijuana Piura and I saw them from afar, because it was still filth. And in that spot was involved Kike Aldana, drummer of rock band The Ayars Piura. Another group was The Stones who, a little after-rehearsed or were touched by my house in Santa Isabel, jato Yapur Toya, and I was a paradise and that could climb the wall outside and listen to live rock and live . And by 1969 was in the house of my neighbor Diabla Garcia, where were assembled the best rock tone, but I was still very young, or too timid, to enter it fully to those parties. But the call was stronger, and in May of 1970 I started playing the guitar, basically to the Athlete, Jorge Diaz-Gacia, Balto Leon and Carlos Silva in the corner of my neighborhood. Hendrix, Santana, Doors, Iron Butterfly, The Who and then Grand Funk, CC Revival, Peruvians Traffic Sound, Telegraph, We All Together, PAX and a Mexican group called The Revolution, Emiliano Zapata, was our favorite bands. Therefore it had a huge meaning for me, the concert "North Woodstock, organized by Cecilia Yapur in Child Paque Piura in March 1971 having as main star to The Telegraph Avenue in Lima. That was awesome. He was 14 years and I can not recall without emotion the most exultant moment when Alex Nathanson claimed: 'One, two, three, Telegraph and sent to' Let me start 'with such power and charisma that even today I have the impression that was the most amazing night of my puberty.
Mike Jagger in Peru, Cusco spent pal ...
that in the fall of 1971-not knowing why I wrote my first poem in a classroom at my school. School was in fourth class and I escaped to hide in the back of the office of a priest who was my leg, to get to play with the Athlete and Pepe Vinatea queagarraba sticks. But we never put together a band. Practically I was not aware of poetry at that time I wrote what I called a poem, motivated solely by a torn desolation and inner dissatisfaction. From there I began to read poetry. Anyway, the rock was still my first passion. And movies. At that time I saw Easy Rider ('Easy Rider' for English-speaking), and the Woodstock Film Festival, which indelibly marked me: I took the ideology hippie-rock as their own and staff and I became a consumer usual 'Hair' excellent review Argentina's rock of that era. In summer vacation I went to Lima, to an aunt's house in Pueblo Libre and there he saw on the walls of Avenida Brasil posters of Dr. Wheat, the Morning Cooking and The Alamo, I bought group the LP in Piura. And the evening listening to the output of coelgio composing poems. Fifth half I had an unforgettable night for me, singing "Something Going 'my favorite song of the Telegraph, with Alvarez Loco, Chino Montenegro, Arrese on drums and Campolo on bass, that is: Aroma of the city Piura on 'Fresh Ocean' a place where I do not know how Creole was a rock tone. That night I went home walking on clouds. El Loco Alvarez looked like Mick Jagger and he took advantage of it. Only recently I had seen in Caretas, Mirko Lauer note the presence of the leader of the Rolling on the Crillon in Lima, with pictures of Jesus Ruiz Durand, one of which was used for a famous poster that I bought at the bookstore's basement in the Plaza San Martin and had him in my bed in Piura. The poster recorded the famous line from Paris, May 68: 'Let's face it, we demand the impossible'.
With poets: Arteaga, Aragon and La Hoz.
-coelgio When I left the summer of 1973 - a boy came to Piura really into rock: Jorge Heredia Ugarte, who also read (I remember that I lent the book Che Olive Green) and painted. It was a bit younger than me but hit it off beautifully. We played a little guitar and dreamed of a band, but I went straight to poetry, more and more. But that year stood on two legs and Jimmy Atkins Kiko Chalupa with whom I locked myself in the jato's first full volume to listen to material from Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Cat Stevens, Black Sabbath and the 3 discs of Woodstock and the Concert for Bangla Desh. Evergreen afternoon after leaving the "Private" is, Opus Dei University in Piura, where, perhaps because of it: the rigidity of the Opus-talent for poetry was finally installed in me. Kiko Chalupa began writing poems too, so you could say that we identified as poets-rock.
That summer of 73 came to the library Studium of Piura, the little volume called orange 'These 13' and apart from other poets Verástegui and Zero Hour, which I liked best were the poems of Oscar Málaga rock. In this note I talked a lot Luis La Hoz next year when I met him in Lima, led by Armando Arteaga, author of the poem "My grandfather, a rolling stone 'emblematic of the moment. Of course those days I heard about in the Palermo 'Sister Heroine' César Valcárcel and-in fact, had fascinated me Jorge Pimentel cited that dazzled In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida by opening a section of his amazing 'Kenacort and Valium 10' or Juan Ramirez Ruiz's "Ballad of John and Yoko '. Undoubtedly the best formalises the hippie thinking in poetry is Contranatura Rodolfo Hinojosa, a book discovered by me in the summer of 1974, was the central theme of my conversations with Lucho La Hoz, Aragon and Oscar Armando Arteaga, at the home of Nicholas France Yerovi street of Miraflores, where we got to hear the Beatles' white album, whose song Happiness is a warm gun always chanted by the participants in the heaven of exultation, was cited for its beautiful poem Lucho Constance of the plaquette Acapulco Gold a minute before I met him on arrival at Lima, in the summer of 1974 waved. Through La Hoz, aware of the poetry of Luis Hernández, whose color books of poetry and calligraphy drawn, are dyed-among other things, the purest love of rock. [continue]
Acapulco Gold
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