His mother was 'the other'.
The one who has no right to anything. My father was a landowner who married a barren French woman. Then he meets my mother, dates her, they have a child, and then she, innocently, finds out that he is married.
Need.
He convinces her that it has been a marriage of convenience and that he will leave her, and thus they have three children. For me it was a good wafer.
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Throughout the neighborhood my mother was a prostitute. My father, who went to see him every day at nap time and then went to confession, was a gentleman. This traumatized me. I was rejected at my friends' houses for being the son of a whore.
At what age did you leave home?
At the age of 13, and I got married at 16, I wanted to start my own family, but I had so many problems, third parties and these things that torment me.
The trauma haunts him.
I have recorded the fact that my father crossed paths with the French woman and the gesture of his hand not to greet him. I didn't understand anything and I was always looking for someone to love me. I felt alone, I was like Calimero, the self-pitying chick.
And the music came.
This entertained my thoughts and I began to feel valued, but it did not save me from being one step away from madness, I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital three times for nervous breakdowns. This sounds like a cliché, but it's the truth, I felt like shit, someone who can't be liked by anyone.
Why did he start playing the drumsticks?
On Good Fridays they brought out the Virgin, the drums impressed me and I signed up to play them with some guys 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 records. I was lucky enough to discover that it was what I knew how to do moderately well, and so it started another life.
Did you choose to be a punk?
I begin to consciously want to be different from others, because I already was without having chosen it. I get together with older people and I start listening to music that comes from London where everything was colorful and I get into it, but I was never a punk, I came from the sepia world of the dictatorship.
Do you get into drugs or do drugs get into you?
At the age of 14 I was invited to a party, I thought I would see pink elephants and no; I thought that coke was not for me, so for a while I refused it, until one day in Granada I got a streak and I was talking for 48 hours and I took the roll.
bad roll
I've never really been addicted to drugs, I used to drink alcohol because I lost my shame and was more sociable, but I prefer a chocolate ice cream to a whiskey. I drank to make myself a little silly, and I did drugs to cope.
Funny thing about music and drugs.
And politics and drugs: I think that if you throw that blue spray into the toilets of Congress you will see that they are full of scum. Drinks are very cheap there.
You tried to kill yourself.
Whoever wants to commit suicide does. I lived in moments when I felt a terrible pain and I took more ecstasy than I thought to see if I would get rid of it.
When did he get over his pain?
When my daughter was born, it was 11 years ago. Joen was 45, and because I didn't want to leave her without a father, I started taking care of myself. But I overcame the traumatic childhood when I met my current wife, now I am the happiest man in the world.
What's the most surreal thing you've done?
Throwing dwarves Everything was jammed, but it was very strange. "Hey, throw me!", said one, and I went so hard that I fell to the ground. The dwarf began to kick me: "You come drunk and I stop earning pasta!". I asked him if this was not aberrant and he explained to me that as a bullfighter they earned a pittance and gambled their lives, and there they earned a pasta.
His biggest musical influence?
Holy Week Haunting shows are great shows, laugh at Halloween. A procession in the dark through the Albaicín with the beat of the drum, the chains, the penitents, the funeral march..., is captivating.
I've seen him play the drums with a horn.
I was listening to postpunk music, which has a funereal point very similar to Easter, and I started developing it on the drums.
What have the years taught him?
When we say that life is wonderful, it's because it's such a bitch that the good five minutes, freaks. Life is a continuous struggle and the system forces you to mortgage your time in order to eat. In other words, they give you one life and take more than half of it away so that you can live like a motherfucker.
