The present of memory.
Benito Lertxundi

In collaboration with S. L.
Published in spring
2011.

The present of memory. Paradox the title of the last album by Benito Lertxundi? Because Esames opened up in the past the loss of his memory. The present of memory prioritizes the present. What is said bears the wind, but the work is always present. In this work, Orio's bard is seen in the present of memory.

This latest work is a brilliant slab on its long stone road. Lertxundi started his musical work of Basque particularity and has gone to its particularity – in utica, a topic that has placed a new slab on the road to global universality!–. The lyrics of his songs, as well as the music, are a testimony and a sign of the way. The words of each song – poems – are also unique on this occasion. They're not randomly chosen, they're not sung. The singer has much to thank the poets Fernando Pessoa, Jon Maia, Jose Ramon Uriarte, Kirmen Uribe and Pako Aristi who have participated in the project. You can also feel slow when your words are heard in the music of the bard, even if you resurrect Pessoa! I mean bard, whose letters occupy a place on the way from memory to the present. They are not the only testers of this symphony ode. You have a beautiful poem by Olatz Zugasti. A single poem doesn't have a single symphony.

Again and again, I landed on the road through the Pilgrim's Law, with this shiny pad in my backpack, and I headed towards a central theme of my speech:

"I don't remember me, I don't want to know her. I'm useless if I'm looking at who I am. Nothing knows me more than the present. Who is the pilgrim, if not the one in the fundamental mind? I also like the estuary, the fatality of the Bidasoa, as they went in search of fire, water and love. However, let me come home, let me enter your house, and let me start you with the thorns that I have left in your mouth, because I have learned that love has no lime. The time of the trees, after we've loved each other, sleeps in bed. I need a final kiss this long night, because I can't sleep. I get lost in the hum of this desert and I think of loneliness ... In sad September.”

Here's my poetic plagiarism. Forgive me for the courage. I write about music, although I'm also very ignorant. Disco to disco, slab to slab, this creator ever more tenderly, more easily, words and music. More and more tender are also the musicians of “He” who combine their instruments. I like the harmony between Pello Ramírez's accordion and Olatz Zugasti's harp. I love Eribe’s Otxoa violet and Juantxo Zeberio’s piano in one sound, as well as the joint performance between Cajaraville, Bikuña and Unzu. I love and love the joint performance of Lertxundi and Zugasti. A topic in which there is another great creator behind this creator! However, I believe that in the work of Benito Lertxundi there are more and more traces of Olatz Zugasti. The discarded ode that I have dedicated to this beautiful ode is mine. These words have passed, let us enjoy and live the present of the Memory.