"Attention passengers in a few minutes we will be landing at Ezeiza International Airport in Buenos Aires, we ask that you please remain seated with your seat belts fastened." "Buenos Aires, when I found myself far away." "You can't separate tango from life." "If only you could see how sad I am" "I sing in order not to cry." "If it was for your own good you left, for your own good I must forgive you." "Bravo!" "Bravo "Maestro"!" "Hello!" "How are you doing man?" "No one can give you more tenderness, no one never no one more than I can." "Getting into it is very hard." "You see it's like walking on sacred ground or on a mine field." "You take a wrong step and you're history, you know?" "Because everything is different." "Each person's character is different and fierce." "Percale... you remember the percale?" "And in the terrible torture of my nights, so dramatic and dark." "Do you know the rhythm?" "You forget that I've been playing tango since I was born." "And it looks pretty much like it always has." "How are you, Ubaldo?" "How are you, Horacio?" "Fine, making a fool of myself all over the place." "Well, the piano, stays right there, there but maybe at more of an angle." "Okay." "And then, we set up the strings from here to there." "The line of bandoneons right here." "Anyway, they have to play all together." "Let's see, Isa." "Well, the cabaret was the place where a guy would go to dance and try to pick up a chick." "People went to the café to listen." "Sorry, sorry." "I want to see how I wrote that." "One... two... three... four." "Smaller and softer." "I was at the piano and this tango" ""Al maestro con nostalgia" just flowed out of me." "You want to know something?" "I hear it now and it doesn't feel like it's mine." "It's as if I didn't write it." "As if I received a message from who knows where." "Di Sarli was a great composer who didn't arrange his music..." "No one made arrangements the way I like them, in a way that served my needs." "That's why my arrangements are more simple now." "As smoothly as possible." "If when you listen to a well-played tango, you don't feel your chest trembling... go do something else." "One... two... three... four." "Easy now." "That's it!" "Thanks you kids." "How are you?" "How are you, Carlitos?" "Fine and you?" "Are you okay?" "Afew ups and a few too many downs." "This is where the Singapur used to be." "You see?" "It was a café." "I lived on that corner, in a small apartment on the third floor." " Bye." " Bye." "I'm so happy to have spent the afternoon with you!" "Me too... very happy." "It used to be such a mess here with the tramcar, the cars and everything." "A beautiful time, the most beautiful time in Buenos Aires." ""Maestro" Di Sarli changed my name in this café called "El Foro"." "In my orchestra, you'll be called Alberto Podestá." "And I said:" ""But there are other singers." "There are two Podestás." And he said:" ""You have to show them which one is worth listening to."" "Coffee and milk." "Some people grow older." "Others accumulate youth." "Percale..." "the sadness of percale, you left your house..." "perhaps we misunderstood it." "I only know that in the end you forgot the percale." "Our youth is gone... your house is no longer there..." "And in the wasted yesterday... they remained cowardly your percale and my past." "The poorest people wore percale." "It was such a inexpensive fabric that a meter cost only a few cents..." "This fabric generally came in a flowered pattern." "Keep it going, come on, keep it going." "Don't lag behind." "How are you doing, Baffita?" "How are you, genius?" "!" "The best singer in the world!" "It's great..." "How are you?" "To see you again." "Fine, fine." "Well?" "Have a seat." "Youth is gone..." "I no longer hope for anything..." "It's better to let go of the lost yearnings that never were and the percale dress." "Percale... the sadness of percale." "...Saviola, Cambiasso, Crespo, Cambiasso, Goooooallll" "Gooooooallllll" "A maniac brought me here like this, driving with one hand, and with the other, "And yes... what, what?" "919."" "I said, "Man, are you trying to kill me?"" "And right then, upon arriving at the French Hospital," "I said:" ""Where we'll end up?" "Is this how you always drive?" And when I saw the car," "I realized it was all pretty smashed Yes, that one over there." " The bass..." " Bass." "Did you bring me another chart?" "Tell me if you want more volume..." "is this okay?" "I'd say I've got too much volume." "I'll lower it then." "I have a great memory of this club" "I would open the taxi doors for people when they arrived and then I would slip inside the club with them." "I would hang out there and watch the bandoneon players." "I really liked the bandoneon!" "And so I told my dad." "He bought one for me, but in two installments, because back then he couldn't afford it." "Again?" "When I liked a chick, I would go and dance with her." "And right away she would say, "Can I have your autograph?"" "I could see that the chicks... were hitting on me, too." "But all those chicks, it was too crazy." "And I guess that's something that I can't get out of my mind..." "Once, I opened the taxi door for Troilo, and he gave me such a good tip that I went to Rivadavia and Lacarra and ate three pizzas in a row." "Years later, I was playing a bandoneon solo, and Pichuco (Troilo) says:" ""That fat guy Federico can really play, can't he?"" "And Federico was gone, I had replaced him." ""No, there's a new boy, Pichuco"..." "I went back to Buenos Aires, after I was there for five months, the phone rings and it was Pichuco." "He tells me:" ""Come by the Cabaret, you are starting in my orchestra."" "He is still in my life." "He's in my heart." "Pichuco is still alive for me, because he was a wonderful being." "And I can't continue speaking of him because I get really sad and I start crying." "It's still in one piece!" "What else can I say about it?" "When I go this one goes with me..." "What a great sound, my man!" " What a sound!" " Thank you." "Okay, One more, one more." "Another one..." "One more and we finish." "No, no." "How old are you?" "I'll be 72." " That's great!" " Don't look it, do I?" "I love you and I don't have the words to say it." "That's beautiful!" "See you later." "See you." "Hello!" "Hello!" " Virginia, can you hear me?" " Hello!" "On many occasions I greeted tourists with a sort of medley." "They would say to me, "Colombia says hello!"" "And so I would sing a short piece of something Colombian, or something from Spain, each of them linked it together, and the last thing I added to that craziness was Japanese." "I learned my little Japanese song." "And a..." "And we wait for her." "I don't know..." "It looks so nice!" "Wait, I'm starting to remember." "Here you made a record with Atilio Stampone." "My, what didn't I record here!" "A pleasure." "How are you?" "Fine." "Sing each song differently, dress it differently... each song to match its character." "Maleva song, song of Buenos Aires..." "I got that from my other vocation, acting." "No?" "Are you happy?" "Very." "I was born here, I grew up looking at those trains go by, feeling my dad's rough hands over my head." "I intend to do it only once, so if we're going to do it, let's put everything into it." "Because I am this voice, curled up in the air, because I have this name whispered by men, because I am at the courtyard that still grows geraniums, because I am tango time," "I am from Buenos Aires, I am Virginia Luque." "Buenos Aires... where the tango was born," "my cherished land," "I would like to be able to offer you all my soul in my song." "And I ask my destiny the favor that at the end of my life it would let me hear the bandoneon weeping, singing to your nostalgic song." "Maleva song, song of Buenos Aires, something in your guts lasts and lives on, bitter lament, malevolent song, hopeful smile, passionate moan." "This is the tango, song of Buenos Aires, born in the suburb, that now reigns over all the world, this, this is the tango that I carry deep down, driven all the way in to my creole heart." "Yesl" "You are a real professional." "You've never, ever changed." "You've never changed!" "It's because I'm with you, that's the thing, the secret." "That's the trick." "As the music was played so often, every day at the cabaret, the radio, the musicians took advantage and went after the women, and the whisky, they left the songs behind, and they were lost." "Our only option was to listen to them again and write them down." ""Orgullo Criollo", copied from Atilio Stampone's record." "Three, four..." "No, you don't play there." "All right... but this, what's it like?" "Play the first count." "And the second one?" "The second count is silent." "All right." "The second beat is silent." "Come on!" "And he starts there." "Come on!" "One... two... three..." "The project was to accurately transcribe the music of the orchestras from those years, of the tango years, of the truly golden years of tango, the forties." "For example," "We reconstructed "La Bordona"" "by Osvaldo Pugliese, a song, I think, from the fifties or around that time," "and "Si Sos Brujo" too, almost everything had been lost there, it had to be totally reconstructed exactly as Pugliese did it." "We respected Osvaldo Pugliese, because we also admired his roots," "he was of Julio de Caro." "No?" "He was very creative," "Osvaldo Pugliese with his musicians, he allowed them to bring everything they had into the orchestra." "He invited them to compose." "All the money the orchestra made was shared equally amongst the musicians." "When that orchestra became really popular, he continued with this system." "Many orchestras were formed as co-ops to being with but, when the director became famous, things changed." "This line doesn't mean anything like this, but it's the support, the core, so that the violin will be able to go..." "Ready." "And how will you start the solo?" "The division is there, your start like that..." "Is it written like that?" "How's it written?" "Please learn it." "That variant is the creation of the arranger, someone that was never given credit." "The arranger was always left in second place." ""Maestro", how are you?" "Can you speak Japanese, "maestro"?" "Of course." "You are surrounded by women, "maestro"." "Of course." "Because in the past they didn't give me the time of day." "Oh come on!" "That was my work, the styles, tastes, expressions, anger, sweetness, tenderness, everything that our music carried with it, now I pass on those years of experience to each one of the youngsters." "You've seen D'Arienzo who suddenly goes... you know what I mean, right?" "Suddenly there's a silence and this silence allows everything coming afterwards to be fully expressed." "He who can play a silence well, can play tango well." "D'Arienzo's success started in '37." "There was no advertising then, no presentation, nothing;" "people started talking about the way D'Arienzo played." "Sometimes the orchestra would start playing, and we couldn't hear ourselves over the shouts and applauses." "People danced under the rain with their umbrellas." "And who'd leave?" "This man came on stage and people went mad." "No, you can't beat tango!" "It's something else!" "So concise." "In three minutes it makes you see a whole..." "The "maestro" recorded "La Cumparsita" in '38, I think." "Back then, all the orchestras followed D'Arienzo, with their own style, but they had to play quickly, you know!" "Don't lag behind, okay!" "They said it was a summer orchestra, but D'Arienzo never said how many summers." "That was so so." "Don't be scared there." "Come on, boys." "That's not a problem." "On the contrary, lagging behind is horrible." "Tisera, don't lag behind." "One day, my companion says to me:" ""Look, negra, you have a call from Buenos Aires, inviting you to become a part of a new work that'll be performed there." "They want to include your voice, your interpretations."" "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful you are." "Old guitar, reveler, vibrant conductor of my spells of drunken rampage of all those serenades to the biddy, who is now mistress of my heart and lady of the house..." "One day, I came home singing, and my mother asks," ""What are you singing?"" ""I don't know, Mom, something I heard next door at Mingo's and I like it, Mom." "I like it."" "Because the voice goes away and fame is just a fable breathless and disabled." "Everything, everything is finished..." "I can't believe it's me singing there." "Why not?" "I can't believe it's me because I leave this world when I sing." "I'm someplace else." "Until I myself am no more." "That's it." "It's beautiful." "Isn't it?" "And one of the first tangos that I sang when" "I was older was called "Sin Lágrimas", and I found truth in its lyrics when it says..." "You don't know how much I've loved you, how can you deny that you were mine, but nevertheless you've asked me now to leave you, to go on, to cast you into oblivion." "I liked the lyrics." "I liked what it said, because something similar happened to me too." "What do you think?" "The Naked Venus and the dressed Venus." "The southern neighborhood in Montevideo was the home of many tango players, as well as Candombe." "Candombe has a lot to do with tango." "By four..." "Let it go, don't suffer her or curse her for heaven itself also punishes the guilt of ambition." "The hands on the bass drum while you hurt, cry who may." "I say that your heart is a treasure of silver and gold." "I say that your heart is a treasure of silver and gold." "I say that your heart is a treasure of silver and gold." "Your heart." "Your heart." "Good, very good!" "What attracted me was the bandoneon's sonority, because I heard a man called Pepino Marmón, he played by ear, but he played very well, very well, very smoothly." "He had a lot of feeling." "This is what attracted me, the sonority when Pepino played." "No, it wasn't like..." "he played..." "I wanted to sing in an orchestra." "I didn't want to study anything else." "I didn't care much for anything else." "...So I never had a girlfriend." "My girlfriend was the orchestra and that's how I climbed and climbed, climbing slowly, and I had to fight with everybody that came along, every movie star." "I can't even begin to tell you." "I know that never... and in the silence the bitter complaint of your goodbye is broken like a punishment, I'm paying my guilt and I still can't forget..." "It's you that I miss." "When I was an adolescent, Buenos Aires was living the tango." "We're talking about 1935." "Carlos Gardel was the great influence." "We all had his voice in our heads, that personality..." "So where do you start as a singer?" "Eh." "In the corner café." "I don't remember in which café, the "Richmond" in" "Suipacha or Esmeralda Street, we'd go there and you were there with José Basso." "We'd go there and just sit and stare." "Madness..." "it was madness." "I know that there will be a happy night, in my existence, it will be that night," "triumphant of my love, when the tiredness of living," "makes you come back again." "I know there'll be a night that you will come to me." "I was at the corner of Corrientes and Callao and I would walk all the way to the neighborhood of La Boca, why?" "Because I had no money for the trip, for the bus fare or anything," "I went through a lot of misery until I began singing." "I started singing 56 years ago." "I've never had to work since." "Never had to work again." "I've always managed to get my hands on some money by singing." "Being a fan of the races, it was the sweetest dream that one can have." "Because the races, you know what they are like?" "Those finishes, nose to nose and then when you win..." "But when you lose, you have to go with your head down and you can't cry." "Number 10 won." "One time I bet on a horse, I asked my wife "How much money is in the box?" She tells me, "20,000 pesos."" "All right then give them to me." "I have one that won't miss." "Well... the horse won and the payoff 58 pesos per every peso." "I bought a Chevy, a tree came down on it and I barely got out of the car." "I didn't have any insurance." "I didn't have anything." "What comes from gaming, the game takes away." "It brought me so much joy and then so much anger." "And that's how it was..." "that's how the races are." "One day you know, we were in Colombia." "There they have "Paso" horses, they play the "paso doble" and the horses dance to it." "The guy is on the top and the horse begins to do the steps to the "paso doble", it does it all and it looks at you and does this with its nose, like this and..." "The truth is that they gave blow to the horse to do that." ""Don" Godoy, "Don" Godoy!" "At the Colón Theater the other day, congratulations!" "You can really sing, "Don" Godoy!" "Do you remember when you were with..." "De Angelis." "De Angelis!" "May God protect us, what a singer!" "What a singer!" "Bye, "Don" Godoy." "Soul that in pain you go wandering." "Come to her door, weeping beg her." "Hey, forgive me if I ask you, forgotten crumbs how cheerful they make you, you taught me how to love, and I have known since" "I learned so, of loves that kill." "And that I go on learning how to even hate you, yet it is forgetting you that I cannot do." "That voice that I hear again, one day was mine, and of it merely the echo that illuminates my poor soul in sorrow, that falls close to dying at the foot of her balcony." "That voice lives within me, today I hear it promises glory to another," "I close my eyes and it is in alms of love that I get within my heart." "My father was a tango fan, he used to fake it at the piano like I do..." "I am an operator of machines of all different crafts." "I have handled them all." "We designed this machine with the criteria of those American boxers, the heavyweight champ is always American." "No one can beat him." "We made this machine that could duplicate a key in ten seconds, meanwhile the best American one at that time took eighteen seconds." " How is the piano?" "Is it OK?" " The piano is fine." "The only problem is that the tuner left and this one is not in tune." "I bought a grand piano and I put it next to the lathe." "I brought it to the factory but I had to take it out because it didn't look right..." "A business with a lathe and a piano next to it, it didn't look right... but it attracted customers." "Agreat harmonizer is my little virgin, named Bill Evans," "I want to incorporate those sounds to my music, the tango." "The piano is the conductor." "It is the instrument that forms the orchestra." "Troilo used to hire the best pianists, and that's why he hired Berlingieri." "He liked him, because Berlingieri created a different sound." "For me, there's the before and after Berlingieri." "The only place where tango grows is right here." "You can sow its seeds anywhere but it only grows here." "This is the place where you hear the musicians dare to take risks because they have nothing to lose." "What happens is when you play you believe that you're someone else." "And then when you hear yourself you realize that it is you." "They are all 3 minute stories, tango is music, song and dance." "It is complete, because it is of the people." "You don't understand the happiness we feel when we find ourselves here." "Oh, of course." "It is a skin thing, that's it..." "Besides, think about one thing, the day that you don't want to play anymore, I won't record anymore." "I've always asked myself, whether when I reach a certain age, close to my age now, if not my age today:" "What will I do?" "Will I give up the bandoneon or will it give me up?" "Because the bandoneon is an instrument, with reed and air." "You press the keys, and pull at it and the sound is already made." "I don't know if it has to do with the physical side of it or the way you pull at it." "See you soon!" "Thank you." "Well, Leopoldo, it was a pleasure." "Thank you for everything, bye boys." "Hello!" "Remember what I told you." "Now I'll tell Maveta." "No, no, that's not it." "Oh, we quit together." "That I'll retire if you..." "Yes, I'll let you know, when I can't go on anymore." "Don't make me quit now..." "My wife always says," ""You always talk about Horacio Salgán."" "And until I die I will continue to speak of him." "He never wanted you to play thirty-second notes, play..." "Not that, he hated that." "He did a new thing." "He thought outside the box." "What a genius this Salgán, man!" ""Maestro"!" "How are you?" "Good..." "The whole school of fish is here." "Of course!" "So now you dedicate yourself to the piano?" "What?" "Yes but with a crank!" "That exactly..." "Like behind the rhythm." "Don't take the rhythm into account..." "It's a melody, no one sings..." "Nothing else... there it is." "That solo!" "Very good!" "Like back in those days." "Like old times." "Like in the old times." "Like 50 or so years ago." "We were hoping that the next day they had a radio show so we could go and play because that sound made us feel good." "Salgán is always 20." "Horacio Salgán!" "How's it going Carlitos?" "How are you, good?" "A little Champagne, something like that... if not, nothing..." "You guys look like an orchestra." "We look like "Opus Dos"." "I liked that, I'm going to make it into one voice." "And then it goes..." "To this we have to add a filling." " Isa." " Everything OK?" "Everything is fine." "What a singer!" "But please." "First floor?" "Does it say artist there too?" "No, no, production." "We were corner sparrows that sang at the neighborhood café for the guys." ""Hey, Shorty, sing something!"" "How could I ever imagine that one day, at the age of 82, last Thursday it was my birthday," "that I would be singing at the Colón?" "Principe, where is it?" "This way?" "How are you?" "Very well, better every day." "It's a gift from God." "It's as if after you've walked a long, long path, and done many things, some very important and others not." "God tells you that now he is going to give you a "finale", or a prize, erase "finale" because we have to keep on fighting." ""Maestro" of "Maestros"." "And I adore you." "Where is it?" "Where?" "Over here?" "Three, four." "Three..." "Over here?" "A bit further?" "This tuxedo has done a lot of mileage." "I haven't worn it for about 20 years," "I took it out, cleaned it off with the duster and was ready to go, back to the race." "I didn't use a brush." "I used a duster." "You don't know how much dust was on it." "This one must go on the back, not like this I guess." "Berlingieri." "Sir." "Did you record the tango called "Sans Souci"?" "Better to give up for lost the yearnings that never were, and the percale dress..." "Silence, please." "Can you please close it?" "What is he doing?" ""Maestros", to your places, please!" "Where, let's see?" "Lowering lights of return room... 15 minutes "maestros", please!" "Good evening." "Macedonio Fernández said that tango is the only thing about which we do not consult with Europe." "It is much more than a nostalgic echo." "These people have been on the stands for 6 or 7 decades, and they are intact, or better yet, aged well." "For those of us who didn't live in the heyday of the genre, but who grew up with tango, as part of our sonic landscape, these artists make up the great reserve of the Río de la Plata." "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "Café de los Maestros"!" "We leave the bag the same, hanging there..." "The white gives it life." "Wow, beautiful!" "This one's the brunette." "Here with us is Mrs. Virginia Luque." "You are great, Virginia!" "I want to be close..." "Thank you." "I've still got it." "Solo, "maestro"!" "Creole boy from way back whenl" "A bittersweet slum tango cruelly reproaches the heart" "with the absence of the brunette, and the old patio I love..." "On your poor floor, old bricks." "My sad breast joins the one I love, saying goodbye," "saying..." "I swear God I love you a lot... goodbye..." "Thanks." "Over here?" "How are you doing, Salgán?" " How are you?" " Fine?" "Well, splendid, great." "And you?" " Well." " Always shining!" "Ladies and gentlemen, on this historical night," ""Maestro" Horacio Salgán." "Youth is gone... your house isn't there any more..." "I'm paying my sin, crazy drunk without reason, lost..." "I no longer have what I once had..." "What a genius!" "Traitor, after sipping from my love's rose garden" "you leave me, cheater, seeking fascination in another flower." "And looking for the purest, the one with the prettiest color," "you blind it with your beauty so you can trick it with your love." "Butterfly, be careful tender loves don't blind you with brilliance and false passion, because then you'll pay for all your treason, all your mischief." "It's not that I'm regretting having loved you so deeply," "what hurts me is your forgetting, and your betrayal sinks me in a flood of bitter tears." "If only you could see how sad I am" "I sing in order not to cry." "If it was for your own good you left, for your own good I must forgive you." "Yes... yes... yes" "And where are the drums?" "In the kitchen..." "Oh, it's OK." "It's added..." "Someone will say, this woman used to sing this way, felt this way, said this." "No, no, no, a bit lower so that I don't block it up, in a word." "Let's go from the top..." "Impressive, let's record it."