Two artistic approaches to the sea. "Tell me where we're going" after the beach. If we dry ourselves, I bring the towel. And we get wet again, but in my bed. I'm going to give you a surfboard", sings Bad Bunny, the most listened to artist in Spain and in the world in 2021 and 2022. "Perhaps because my childhood continues to play on your beach, and my first love sleeps hidden behind the reeds , taking your light and color wherever it goes”, say the first verses of the Mediterranean by Joan Manuel Serrat, the hit singer-songwriter of other times who is putting an end to his musical legend.
Let's be clear. Words of love is the past. The present is of trap, reggaeton and perreo. Love stories, dreams of poets, at fifteen you don't know any more, still declaims the Noi del Poble Sec. Today, at fourteen or perhaps earlier, adolescents already know the lyrics of Bad Bunny's A Little Bit by heart: "Baby, let's do it again, fuck again. Because tomorrow maybe I won't be there”. This is the present that we handle, do not be scandalized.
No more serene singer-songwriters who used the dictionary to compose lyrics, just as in 2015 he palmed off the placid imperfect bipartisanship of the last Spanish restoration. The political present is also pure perreo. Everyone, Pedro Sánchez, Alberto Núñez Feijóo, Santiago Abascal and the marshal of Podemos, Pablo Iglesias, want to be Bad Bunny. Every sentence of these men must be a provocation, better still, an exaggerated obscenity. They know that the electorate no longer takes to the dance floor if perfect Alexandrian verses made with words of more than two syllables sound from the loudspeakers.
Well-intentioned moralists of all trades –journalists, sociologists, political scientists, law people and professors of the most diverse subjects– do nothing but put our hands to our heads at how bad the music heard in the chambers sounds to us. parliamentarians We warn of the danger of weakening institutions by dint of mistreating them. We sound the alarm because of how carcinogenic it is for the social body to support a civil war environment. We warn of how harmful it will be in the medium term to trivialize the words that represented absolute evil and that our politicians now use to say good morning: fascist, totalitarian, coup. We predict that after poisoning politics, the parties will also manage to do the same with society and, once there, the worst will come true without it being possible to go back. In short, we paint a picture of the darkest Goya every day.
Deep down what happens to us is that we don't understand music. And it's all part of a misunderstanding. The tickets we have in our pockets are to see Joan Manuel Serrat, but the scheduled show is Bad Bunny. We would like to hear Today could be a great day, but those days have passed and nothing else comes through the loudspeaker than the voice of the Puerto Rican: “if I was a son of a bitch before, now I am worse…”.
We must put an end to this misunderstanding without delay. Simply accepting polarization and petty populism of different ideological signs seasoned with words that resemble bullets is the new soundtrack of politics. What we have seen these days on account of the Constitutional Court and the CGPJ cannot be considered, as is widely believed, something exceptional. Rather, it should be understood as one more step, showy, yes, towards this new normality.
Let's get used to political dogging. To listen to dirty diatribes daily like who sees the rain fall. Let's dance to his music, although in silence we remember Serrat's moral thugs: Announcing the apocalypse, they are saviors and if you let them, you will infallibly lose yourself. Let's enjoy the show they give us. Imagine Sánchez, Feijóo, Abascal and the favorite of Iglesias together on the same stage giving the Latin trap: we are candidates and we give you a shaft, baby, we know that you like big things and you enjoy being strong. Turn around and you will know what is good for voting. Goodbye Serrat, hello Bad Bunny.
