What did you hear at home as a child?
Jesus Christ Superstar, Un beso y una flor, Eres tú... I must have been three years old.
Impossible for me to remember.
I remember an episodic feeling of "this is beautiful!".
They permeated it with music.
As a child, my cousins would blindfold me in front of a piano, hum something to me... and I would take it out on the keyboard.
One of the?
I believe in talent..., which for me consists of intensely loving what you do.
what do you love
On the school bus, a classmate put headphones on me and I heard the Logical song. A shocker! When I came down, I was different, I knew what I would do: compose songs.
A revelation.
I have had others: for example, I had a poster of Manolo García...
The last on the line...
...and from there he was looking at me. I connected with the look and it came out Letter to all your catastrophes. Years later, in Razzmatazz, we sang it together. Wonderful!
Life's twists and turns, unpredictable.
That's why I teach my daughters to have faith and to be kind to everyone. Life brings it back!
Are you sure?
Proven: My creative droughts coincide with my loss of interest in others, it always does.
So watch out!
It is altruistic selfishness: for your pleasure... you give your best. And something happens to me: I find people with whom I would say we have coincided before in other lives.
What explanation does he give himself?
It's an inexplicable feeling of eternal return... My songs are the proof.
What is the relationship between the songs?
I feel like they were all up there, done, and I just grab them and bring them down here. And I can do it... or anyone, and sometimes someone else gets ahead of me when it comes to catching them!
Everything is created, we just have to reveal it?
We are all interconnected and one will be the first to pick up a song, an idea...
Is that why we resonate with others?
That's why so many people and in such distant places are moved by something I did in the total solitude of my attic.
Does this phenomenon surprise you?
I expose a pain that song unlocks... and that serves someone else. "You made this song thinking of me", they write to me, and they get tattoos of Love of Lesbian lyrics!
Where did this name come from?
He was on a motorbike, but it's the same: it was a stupid time, we thought it was cool to sing in English. And the valuable thing is to empathize with the people: English separated us.
Still hunting songs on the fly?
My subconscious does it, smarter than me. An example: one day I wrote a sentence, and then I read it and it shocks me.
Let me see?
“Ugly children need more I love you.”
Is it like that?
Does it sound politically incorrect? I don't know, I don't self-censor. I dedicate myself to creating so that this happens, to surprise myself. If not, why create?
Yes.
It will be one of the lyrics on my new album.
And you will continue to create.
Creating and sharing is what makes up for my emptiness, because every find is a “eureka!” that fixes me all week.
I read that he had terrible headaches….
It was the first year of dedicating myself to music, which felt like a dagger in one eye and then my head about to explode.
And how was he cured?
I stopped singing in English and became aware of being free. And it faded away. It was depression. Today I meditate and breathe.
How many people have you had in front of your stage at a concert?
Sometimes there have been 40,000 people.
And what do you feel at that moment?
I dissociate, I see myself as a mere intermediary between the people and the songs downloaded from my attic... And that's how I protect myself.
What do you know about these people?
Someone pays his entry in installments, which has cost him three monthly payments or more, and has crossed Mexico in twelve hours by car.
What a responsibility for you.
It's wonderful to be chosen, with so many to choose from! After 25 years... it matters that the fish tank hums a song of ours.
Choose a song of yours.
There where we used to shout: I notice contained anger and infinite melancholy when singing it.
An other.
John Boy Fan Club : We sing it together at concerts the rare ones who still feel like we're that piece that doesn't fit.
Read me some other sentence brought to this world by your unconscious...
"Sometimes I wake up and it's me." Ugh, I don't know how it came to me, but I say it and I feel panic.
