afro

Me encanta hacer “catas ciegas” con él. Aún no tiene la contaminación propia de la edad. Aunque con este artista ya lo he hecho anteriormente, él no lo recuerda. Aparece soñoliento tras una siesta tardía y me encuentra al ordenador, escuchándolo. A bocajarro:

- ¿Quién canta?

- ¿Aretha Franklin? No sé.

- ¿Hombre o mujer?

- Mujer.

- ¿Blanca o negra?

- Negra.

- ¿Gorda o flaca?

- Gorda. Y con el pelo afro.

-¿Edad?

- Unos cuarenta y siete.

- Hombre, blanco, delgado, veintidós. El pelo, depende de la época.

En directo desde Los Ángeles. Mil novecientos sesenta y nueve. En dieciséis minutos, la banda sonora del forro interior de este sábado.

En el pelo sí acertó.

Tim Buckley records Live at the Troubadour 1969.

I left my baby standing in the backdoor crying
I left my baby standing in the backdoor crying
She said "Timmy, you got a home
As long as I got mine"

But sometimes you gotta turn your back
Sometimes you gotta turn your back
(When it’s gone)
Takes it on back

And nobody walking, nobody talking
Ever pay the price for me
Ah, there ain't nobody living, nobody giving
Ever pay the price for me

I told my babe that it just don’t work
I hear it girl but it just don’t work
I got the please but I ain’t got the moves
I got the lies, but I ain’t got the tools

And nobody walking, nobody talking
Ever pay the price for me
Ah, there ain't nobody living, nobody giving
Ever pay the price for me

I left my baby standing in the backdoor crying
I left my baby standing in the backdoor crying
She said "You got a home, Timmy
As long as I got mine"

And nobody walking, nobody talking
Ever pay the price for me
Ah, there ain't nobody living, nobody giving
Ever pay the price for me

I’m going home honey
I’m going home

Everybody wants to earn a decent wage
Everybody trying to get their way
Everybody stepping on their friends
Everybody who lives that way gonna lose in the end

And nobody walking, nobody talking
Ever pay the price for me
Ah, there ain't nobody living, nobody giving
Ever pay the price for you

You gotta know love
You gotta know love
You gotta know love
You gotta give and never pay
You gotta give and never pay

I left my baby standing in the backdoor crying
I left my baby standing in the backdoor crying
She said "You got a home, As long as I got mine"

Please be my woman darling
Let me care for you
I spent all day long drinking that wine
But sooner or later I’m bound to make it right

Treat me any way that you know

Ain’t gonna take no preacher
To tell me that our love will never fade
We all know it’s true