From the Coast
Opinion articles by Itxu Díaz.
That time of innocence
23 July, 2024 | popes80
Something binds us forever to the first loves of a summer. Something, always with a song. A bare chin, shorts, a light body and a heavy heart, filled with dreams yet to be fulfilled. Read More
The day Carlangas was reborn
24 March, 2024 | Itxu Diaz It can hit your heart, tell you your own contradictions, and make your feet move. All at the same time. It's Carlangas, of course. I walk along the beach of a thousand shells without hearing the crunch of each step, because I've been in my … Read More
What have you done, Rafa?
March 12, 2024 | Itxu Diaz He takes out each record as if sliding it under the table. As if it were another turn on the Ferris wheel, with no more novelty than the talent already recognized at this point in the festival. He has just done it with Young, without fuss, … Read More
Oblivion and foam
6 February, 2024 | Itxu Diaz Diego Vasallo no longer wants to make songs, he just wants to speak to the heart without intermediaries; nothing gets in the way here. The EP is a continuum, a river of photographs of imprecise time. Read More
And Celtas Cortos kissed the fire of the sea
24 June, 2023 | Itxu Diaz
Rosemary, fennel, xesta, lemon verbena, fern, and mallow. St. John's water, bonfires, embers, and sardines. Queimada, hugs, and Estrella Galicia. Sand, salt, sea, and the bay of a thousand stars, blessed by the flashes of the lighthouse, in the heat of … Read More
A song for two hands
20 June, 2023 | Itxu Diaz
The novel, Paper roses, It was finished and just sent to my editor. I had bled some pages for years and, after all, I suspected that the universe of that boy who stars in it was too small for the literary atmosphere. … Read More
Vice and virtue
14 November, 2022 | Itxu Diaz November evenings are a plaid blanket on the sofa and the street still bare of Christmas lights. A parade of umbrellas and faces of urgency. Each house, a fortress against winter. Songs that are put on … Read More
As an angel falls
2 November, 2022 | Itxu Diaz The flashes of the lighthouse illuminate the sky of the living room. Four flashes every twenty seconds. They break into a thousand pearls of light, white flashes in the galleries opposite. Solitude is an adverb. The sky is dark pink this morning, … Read More
Leave our people alone
25 October, 2022 | Itxu Diaz The cultural police strike again. Now against Hombres G for Suffer, you bastard. It's all so grotesque and laughable that at first you think it's a joke, that it's someone making fun of the hysteria of the … Read More
