Some time ago, in an interview for the Journal of Electromusical Inquiries, Kerban reminisced:
“Nights of Bus. Nights of Cinesa at Manoteras. Nights of Cinesa at Manoteras plus Bus. Nights of Destino. Nights of Wrong Way, Maravillas and other Malasaña dives. Nights of Wild Thing. Nights of Siroco and Mondo (of course!). Nights of ‘tercios’, ‘cacharros’ and Manitou (thanks, Pablo!). Friday, Saturday, Tuesday, Wednesday nights. If we ever learned anything during those years, it was to seize the immediate present, or the immediacy of the present, as the elusive treasure that it is. You see, the present then seemed to expand with no distressing end, indefinitely into the following morning. And the following morning, theoretically, would eventually arrive when it was so required. Nights for a shared memory. Our own dose of MDMA without the strict need for MDMA.”
Not long before this interview was published, Kerban, brimming with irony, also addressed on our online profiles what he called “mundane repetitiveness”, or “repetition as death” (“and death as a symbolic gray canvas where mundane repetitiveness tries to take shape”).
Perhaps a load of hot air. And even more so for those who do not live in Madrid, Spain, given the many geographical references found in that first quote above. Nevertheless, in the age of COVID, what else was the guy going to write about? Ordinary experiences acquire an extraordinary significance under extraordinary circumstances.