His mother was 'the other'.
The one who has no right to anything. My father was a landowner who married a sterile French woman. He then meets my mother, courts her, they have a son, and then she, innocently, discovers that he is married.
I understand.
He convinces her that it was a marriage of convenience and that he is going to leave her, so they had three children. For me it was a good host.
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For the entire neighborhood my mother was a prostitute. However, my father, who went to see her every day at nap time and then went to confess, was a gentleman. That traumatized me. I was rejected at my friends' houses for being the son of a whore.
At what age did you leave home?
At 13 years old, and I got married at 16, I wanted to start my own family, but I had a lot of problems, third parties and those things that torment me.
The trauma haunts him.
I have recorded the fact of passing my father with the French woman and the gesture of his hand so that I would not greet him. I didn't understand anything and I always looked for someone who loved me. I felt alone, I was like Calimero, the little chicken that feels sorry for himself.
And the music arrived.
That entertains my thoughts and I begin to feel valued, but it did not save me from being on the verge of madness, I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital three times for nervous attacks. This seems like a soap opera, but it's reality, I felt like shit, someone no one can like.
Why did you start hitting the drumsticks?
On Good Fridays they brought out the Virgin, the drums impressed me and I signed up to play them with some guys who were wearing berets, then I found out it was the Falange.
He made up for it with the punk group.
Yes, at 14 I was already playing in a punk group and we started recording albums. I was lucky enough to discover what I knew how to do fairly well, and so another life began.
Did you choose to be punk?
I begin to consciously want to be different from others, because I already was without having chosen it. I hang out with older people and I start listening to music that comes from London where everything was colorful and I got really into it, but I was never a punk, I just came from the sepia world of the dictatorship.
Do you get into drugs or do drugs get into you?
More like the second. At 14 years old, they invited me to a stingray, I thought I was going to see pink elephants and I didn't see anything, I thought that cocaine wasn't getting me high so for a while I rejected it, until one day in Granada I got a stingray and I spent 48 hours talking and I got the hang of it.
Bad roll.
I have never really been addicted to drugs, I turned to alcohol because I lost my shame and was more sociable, but I prefer chocolate ice cream to whiskey. I drank to make myself a little stupid, and I took drugs to endure.
Funny thing about music and drugs.
And politics and drugs, I believe that if you spray that blue spray in the toilets of Congress you will see that they are full of farlopa. The drinks there are very cheap.
You tried to commit suicide.
He who wants to commit suicide does it. I lived through times when I felt terrible pain and I took more ecstasy than necessary to see if I would stay there.
When did you overcome your pain?
When my daughter was born, 11 years ago. I was 45 and since I didn't want to leave her without a father, I started to take care of her. But I overcame my traumatic childhood when I met my current wife, now I am the happiest man in the world.
What is the most surreal thing you have done?
Launch dwarves. Everything was padded, but it was very strange. “Hey, throw me!” one of them told me, and I had such a pedal that I fell to the ground. The dwarf started kicking me: “You come drunk and I'll stop earning money!” I asked him if that wasn't aberrant and he told me that as a bullfighting firefighter they earned a pittance and risked their lives, and there they earned a fortune.
Your biggest musical influence?
The Holy Week. Scary shows are great shows, laugh at Halloween. A procession in the dark through the Albaicín with the beating of the drum, the chains, the penitents, the incense, the funeral march, the candles... That captivates.
I've seen him play the drums with a hood.
I was listening to post-punk music, which has a funereal tone very similar to Holy Week, and I began to develop it on the drums.
What have the years taught you?
When we say that life is wonderful it is because it is such a motherfucker that the good five minutes make you crazy. Life is a continuous struggle and the system forces you to mortgage your time in order to eat. That is to say, they give you one life and take away more than half of it so that ten can live like hell.
