Since childhood, my home, listening to Labordeta. I remember the vinyl to their holsters worn, and how some of them exuded a deep noise, accompanying the voice of "Grandpa." On several occasions I could talk to him. But remember one, in greater depth. When "working" on Radio Ebro, my father and I were at home for an interview. We received in his office with his guitars stacked beside the desk. We sat next to a window and the words came ... I have always admired Labordeta, and his words helped me one time ... it was not very good ... He told me many things ... but all told me I had to fight for the things he wanted, who had to surrender ...
He gave me his book, in a special way ... with a dedication that, in low moments, I go to the rack, I pull the book, I read the dedication and I ... I ... and continue ...
So yesterday, I had to go to give my farewell ... it was my duty ... and now hear some of those old vinyl, dusting a turntable, and listening those familiar sounds that accompany his voice ...
"Farewell to those who remain, and goodbye to those who also go ...."
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