If there is a minimum of dignity, respect for artisans working his business, the know-how, the music, pure rock, hard and true, by the Lords as the tops of the pine and the gentlemen who are no longer, because we just go on Finally the sky of the six strings, if the world and the people were as they should be, to be inserted into the Google search engine the name of the great Guille, Guillermo Martín's true, you would see a guy who has nothing to do with Bloopers meon cakes, because no one scheduled to be the one that was to play as he played and to maintain a attitude towards life and music of which he has been a landmark and an example to continue for many, remained. With all of you, GUILLERMO MARTÍN :
was not going to write anything until late September, that's why I have three weeks of jumping in the Bartola-national-and nympho bitch everything you drop, but has screwed me in the highest degree that any coverage is given to one of the saddest losses, significant and important English rock, has been limited to an obituary in The Country and occasional Aragon another newspaper column, as it was in Zaragoza where he lived the last years with Gaby, his wife, and where Cancer ate him for good.
Many not know, probably, who were the Desperados, the group he founded with his brother, Fernando Martin (now a music critic of El Pais), who claimed the rock of the 60 and 70 its most raw and rough and unfortunately, injustices of life, which was not deserved. Thereafter, Guille put his guitar in the service of Andrés Calamaro, Jaime Urrutia, Loquillo, La Frontera, Andy Chango, Ariel Rot, Bunbury or laziness, among many others, both live and studio. But mention groups or solo that whether they like more or less know all Diox , to summarize paths chronologies, Guille not talk nor hear his guitar. Yet the limited diffusion has been given, do not forget that in Spain it is important to know whether Pantoja cachuli fuck or not vis a vis - it is amazing how the media, musicians, colleagues and acquaintances, match when they refer to it. And I say that is surprising because if it is itself not common to find someone to leave a trace, it is even harder to come across a guy who makes identical, apart from marked, anyone who has been lucky, pride and the privilege of knowing. So there are very few. And for me, so was Guille Martín. Transparency, consistency, elegance, human quality in abundance, and a tremendous sense of humor. Above and below the stage.
says Diego A. Manrique in El Pais that evocations are unanimous that he tried to speak of a rare case of a musician without enemies, a positive human being encouraged any situation and, of course, a school paradigm classical rock. Urge specify: Guille active in the rock and roll aesthetic chairs that line Keith Richards and Pepe Risi opened in Spain, the founder of Burning. And I read it and seat.
According Javierre Juanjo, "was the best guitar rock of this country, sound and attitude . It was a benchmark in rock Malasaña. And was wanting to know leaves a residue very happy. He's gone too young, but lived very intensely: he could live his childhood dream, which is very complicated. " And I read it and seat.
Calamaro called him "the aristocrat of Caravanchel", "specialist" ... and was not even a hair.
El Heraldo de Aragón says p ertenecía to that class of musicians who play with heart and guts, fleeing the virtuosity but giving each note, every riff extracted from the strings of the guitar, leads into the essence of rock energy, spirit, attitude . And I nodded.
A guy who already ravaged by disease, was throwing humor to life ( "I aspire only to reach the age that I represent. ") That was Guille, of course.
Little change the view that it may have had people who knew him briefly. As this boy who writes on a forum: " Guille Martín, is that sort of people who dedicated their lives to rockanroll without asking anything in return, knowing all along that the flashes and the covers were not with him, that his was the stage and night. It's like one of these glorious side of English cinema, they die quietly, and cause more pain than any awarded Goya. I did not know him personally but my brother did, in an endearing story that I am about to tell. In a concert of my brother Andy Chango was passed by the battery to enter the backstage (is that my brother is a mug from the ostia) once all the musicians went into it, the less Guille who approached him and said " who are you? and my brother answered, "the substitute battery." The guy started Descojonado and said "Come on kid, let's take a drink, put a Cubata, a slice and a few laughs. That night we saw on the town and always had time to visit my brother and hold his nerve. I think they were occasionally when Guille played with another Argentine . We lost count of the times we saw one of those sets with anyone who approached. That was our Guille, sure.
Guille for me and for the faction failed Valencian Channel 69 will always be the castizo Richards, the kind of smile on his face and the right word, changing the tequilas and beers inseparable in the bite, the of madness in Roxy and Sun, a party by Malasaña, who never lets us down with tickets and passes, which always threw a cable wherever, whenever. And we put the willies with a guitar in hand. To me and everyone.
As they said do not know where they are bad times for snipers rock and roll, those with something to say and not a pose to show. It was the best. It was a friend.
where you are, THANK YOU.
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