The night when live music sounded strong again in Santiago

Nano Stern no longer gives.It is only on the stage of the Nescafé theater of the arts singing with a tight throat, the wetting eyes, the voice that tries to expand Tembolorsa while in a backdrop the word “reunion” is projected, while interpreting that success of itsRepertoire that warns that "life is a great gift."

The pubic sings camouflaged among masks, like a choir that does not sound like every lung, rather a murmur that overwhelm, as if it were a contained ecstasy that still fails to exploit.

A concert, which was previously a significant, valuable and usual act, today acquires a different absolute contour.What was almost routine yesterday, is now simply epic.What until not long ago was another event of artistic communion, it is now a network of protocols, emotions and sensations never before experienced.

So at least he felt last night in the presentation of Nano Stern at the Nescafé de las Artes Theater, the first show of the enclosure since March 2020 and one of the first massive instances of live music in the capital in about 15 months.

In fact, within the place there were 457 spectators, half of the capacity of the redoubt, with the people sitting armchairs through and with long rows in the accesses as a result of regulations that now require showing the mobility pass.

That nerve itching and expectation of something that has not been experienced before - they have part of those present had not attended a show precisely in more than a year - it began to be diluted by Stern himself, when after 7 pm he appeared fromThe back of the theater playing a flute and encouraging people, understanding that before any artistic consideration a show is a community ritual, of collective enjoyment, and where this time those present had a not less part of the prominence.

Therefore, after projecting a few tenths on a red curtain, the ideal word "reunion" was fixed for a few minutes to illustrate what happened there.Then, a curtain down to give way to the trio that accompanies Stern, with whom he continued to interpret great gift.

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But something else: at that moment the musicians appear, in which the stage already resembles so many recitals that we have seen for decades, the public finally seems to flow, explode and feel that another pinch of normalide has returned on their days.

Stern is still shaken by tears, and then chain a repertoire with part of his best known compositions, in a field where the merger makes jazz, folklore, northern music and languages of other corners of the planet.All seconded by a band that make up the bassist Patricio Rojas, the trumpeter Alejandro Pino and drummer Cristián Carvacho, skilled musicians in detail and execution, versatile when accompanying a voice of Stern that unfolds in different bells, which, whichSometimes it is required in potential to whisper its most sensitive side.

The musician recalls every time the special character of the evening and resorts to his own examples that after the pandemic are universal.For example, he says that the last time he played the song Four Winds -given to the four grandparents of his -in the Nescafé of the Arts, the last grandmother who was alive was among the public.She today is no longer.Of course, like everything before COVID-19, he did not imagine that this would be his last concert in almost a year and a half.He thought many more would come.But the world stopped.

There is also a direct allusion to that destination of confinement under roof in one of its new compositions, present, sung next to Magdalena Matthey, although it is not a letter that is shipwrecked in the gloom of what we live.On the contrary, it sounds like a call to cling to the here and now, to enjoy what happens today, without submitting to that "claim" called future.

The singer -songwriter Elizabeth Morris also appeared as a guest in color celebration, as if the appointment was an ecuentro among friends who see the faces again in what they enjoy the most.But the axis was still the public.On the end, Carnivalito del Ciepiés activated the total party, with the spectators away from their chairs, stirring palms and following the playful rhythm of the subject.

Perhaps there ceased to exist social distance, the concern about the touch of imminent curfew, a certain fear that a regrowth turns concerts into almost science fiction products.At least 19 songs last night felt like the soundtrack of that world we always met.

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