Part 16: The Story of Miguel Abuelo and Nothing
Miguel Abuelo (born Miguel Angel Peralta) was one of the most eccentric and charismatic characters in Argentinian rock. Originally he was the singer with Los Abuelos de la Nada, who released the great pychedelic single ‘Diana Divaga’ (previously featured on this blog) in 1968. Abuelo left the group when their new guitarist Pappo started to take them into a more blues based direction.
By the early seventies the singer had moved to France where he formed a new group called Hijos de Nada, including guitarist Daniel Sbarra. A French producer gave them studio time and they recorded an LP of dramatic progressive rock in 1974. It was eventually released a few years later (in France only) credited to Miguel Abuelo & Nada. The French demand for prog-rock sung in Spanish must have been limited, and it made minimal impact. ‘El Muelle’ is an atmospheric track, which creates the atmosphere of the mysterious dock in an almost cinematic way.
By the early eighties Abuelo and Sbarra were both back in Argentina. Sbarra became guitarist with the new wave band Virus. Abuelo also embraced new wave, reviving the name Los Abuelos de la Nada with new musicians. They included Andrés Calamaro, who was almost young enough to be his son. With this group Miguel Abuelo at last achieved commercial success, but he died of AIDS in 1987 aged 42. He is the subject of the documentary “Buen Día, Día” (see below), which does a good job of capturing some of his spirit.
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EL MUELLE El muelle esta desierto Y los marineros Se fueron a descansar. El mar donó los espejos Y una mujer Se mira los pies. Un viejo barco se aleja Para no volver El viejo barco parece Barco de papel Yo me he quedado aquí solo Mirándome ser. Yo me he quedado aquí solo Mirándome ser. Solo. El muelle esta desierto y un hombre viene. Se acerca a mi. "Toda lo que hay en mi mano Pero no mires mi forma externa".
THE DOCK The dock is deserted and the sailors have gone away to rest The sea offered its mirrors and a woman looks at her feet An old ship departs never to return The old ship looks like a paper ship I have remained here alone Looking into myself I have remained here alone Looking into myself Alone The dock is deserted and a man comes He approaches me "Everything is in my hands but do not look at my external form"