Le truc argentin

S.Germain l'Herm - Our literary journal calls a reporter smart - the Director explained to me - when he gives up a week off for a week on, when he takes a vacation from his holidays. Therefore, the forced exercise of such oxymoron and the synergetic command of the foreign languages, drove me to this small town in the Central Massif where the boars, to begin with, outnumber the music lovers. And yet - Gilles, the Hotel des Voyageurs' chief cook and bottle washer, explained to me - it's more than 25 years that we have a great music Festival here in S.Germain (this village is named after the important anchorite). According again to my informer, this year's season is dedicated to the truc argentin. He might be a gil - i say to myself - but he knows his job: very few strangers are acquainted with our national card game. I sign my full name: Leon Tolstuà on the guest's book, profession: rat d'hotel (a newspaperman ain't popular among the hoteliers), climb four floors of stairs, take a shower, set it off by my Hotel de France's towels and run to the Salon des Fêtes. Thanks to the expensive structural modifications, the theatre now looks like the Sunderland of Villa Urquiza: it is a basketball court actually, whereas the food court is rather devoted to the Noble Repulgue's lethal creations. The domestic beer and especially the self-moving slice of the typical fourme auvergnat will make, i am sure, this night unforgettable. And so it goes: the truc argentin is a sensation. Either the Nueva Compania Tangueros dancers and the César Stroscio's Esquina and brand new Sexteto are cheered with a 12 minutes long standing ovation by a crowd of hermits. This is an accidental oxymoron since neighbours are hard to find in St.Germain. The wonderful versions of Los Mareados and A Evaristo Carriego are largely approved, and played twice each. Shall we see le truc out our way in the next future? We must rely on the authorities' education or in their bribery. I walk back to the hotel under more stars than usual and a type out these notes on my Hotel de Paris' stationery.
- Ça va Monsieur Tolstuà? -
- Ça va. - It's always better no avivar Giles.

Quite good

Candour, especially when they succed in pretending it, it's our Press Office's best quality. That's why we always accept and issue, from the excessive praise on, every extract they provide us and our readers. Here come three examples from the Nueva Compania Tangueros summer tour. The shows are SLUMS/Bajofondo and CATALOGO TANGUEROS  books 1 and 2, respectively

Que lo cumplamos feliz

On the occasion of the Nueva Compania Tangueros' tenth anniversary from the debut, which happened at the Rovereto's Oriente-Occidente Festival in 1992, the prestigious Festival Mundi of Rome decided to celebrate this special day without leaving the guests of honour out of the party. On their side, they have set a show that fits the event. Under the title of I FIORI DEL TANGO the Tangueros will present a selection from the Company's repertoire, enriched with a surprise the connoisseurs will like. Here are the details:

A bygone times' swaggerer

While a popular italian publisher insists on spreading even the Jorge Luis Borges' minor writings, our Tangueros Quarterly Review is awarded the editorial prize by winning the auction for a rare copy of  El idioma de los Argentinos. This is the only work whose reissue was never authorized by the author in life. With a clever bid in the last minute, and making use of our acquaintance with the fence, the book is now in our hands. Of course it is a juvenile work (1928) in which the writer reveals an unexpected personality. Pretending the same aplomb of those compadres he used to admire, Mr. Borges talks big about any topic happens to come under fire: from the gaucho literature to the Tango. We must confess that we like this unusual Borges, a tough guy who boasts like a vilain. In the article titled Ascendencias del Tango, which can be considered the galley-proof for the later essay (1930) of Evaristo Carriego, we seem to foresee the confirmation of what we have been saying for years: nobody ever knew nothing about the Tango's origins, not even in the Twenties. We will issue Mr. Borges opinions on the Tangueros Quarterly Review's Christmas number.
In the meantime, we wish a Merry Autumn to our lucky readers.

Dos potencias se saludan

Dolceacqua (Imperia) - After the wonderful concert that César Stroscio with the Trio Esquina and the Cuarteto Alma dedicated to Astor Piazzolla at the "Musica sotto il Castello" Festival, which was organized by the Club Tenco and Roberto Coggiola, the Honourable Mr. Fausto Bertinotti, who is either leader of the Rifondazione Comunista Party and a music lover, came to the dressing rooms and congratulated the artists. As they say in cases like this, cordiality and mutual respect encouraged the exchange of views about music and, why not, the creation of wisecracks. Bringing back what the fighter Ringo Bonavena once said to President Lanùs at the Buenos Aires airport "Mr. President, with my money and your look, we are gonna fix our Country", César had the punchline: "Fausto, with my money and your look... we are done".

Big expectations

Starting from the upcoming October Mariachiara Michieli with her two assistants Silvina Aguera and Sebastiàn Romero, will teach Tango in several italian cities. We would like to draw our readers' attention on the steady didactic activity  that will be set in the Milano in the ambit of the artistic residence a prestigious town have given the NCT.
Again, we gently ask all those aiming to study with Mariachiara to be patient: the Company is moving. Please, keep in touch and warm up...