Do you want to feel damn older? It still hurts to stand in front of the crude scrutiny of the mirror, but here is the unappealable fact: it has just been 20 years, 20! Since the spring when David Bisbal’s curls conquered the retinas of 11 million long viewers in Spain. Two decades of the first Triumph operation. Four decades. More than 175,000 hours. As much as we cling to the familiar “it seems like yesterday.”
Willing to keep getting depressed? Since 2001 there have been cavities, stretch marks, sagging, hair devastation, irreparable loss, anguish, misery, strokes and even a worldwide catastrophe. But Bisbal is still there. Like nothing. To yours. We do not say that it is inherently bad or reprehensible. We verify reality, so that stubborn facts prevail in the newspaper archives.
Bisbal does not need to modify its coordinates, of course, because what is still working is fine despite the wear and tear of the years
The years pass by above us, like steamrollers. But for the Almeria we would say that not much. He appears less than the 42 June that the DNI awards him, the turquoise blue suit suits him reasonably well, it has even lessened his original tendency to mannerism and fuss, shouting and tremolina, to that original pose of an orchestral singer and varieties. And the most meritorious thing: he still enjoys the favor of a large public willing to anoint his every move, however predictable they may be.
This Tuesday was the first of his two consecutive concerts at the Madrid Wizink Center, each with its 5,000 tickets pulverized. The beginning of a return tour that for now adds 14 summer dates, plus those that will be arriving. And the realization that In your plans, the album that sustains it and gives it its title, was the best-selling album in Spain during 2020, even if you think you don’t know anyone who treasures it on their shelves.
This is how the silent majorities are worked, let’s not forget it. The interpreter who fell in love with the cameras as soon as he eluded the kiss with his twisted gesture, the one who impregnated the heartbeat with Latinity, has managed to preserve his demeanor as a smiling and ideal son-in-law, as a militant good-natured who will never say a sharp word or controversial. This time he got fed up with complimenting the public, reiterating his wish that it not dawn to prolong the reunion, to distribute cheers between “Madrid, Almería and all of Spain”, to confess that he missed the flags of the fans. “Because you see that the flags and the colors are beautiful.”
Bisbal was so close and confessional that his voice suddenly broke as soon as he finished You will know, the ballad that you have written to your little one. “This is for a little boy who runs around the house every day making a mess,” he murmured almost on a hiccup, surprised himself at feeling “every day more sensitive, but happier.” We cannot blame him, but applaud his naked honesty. Another thing is that his musical inspiration contributes to our happiness, a goal from which we continue to feel at great distances.
There is no way that the surprise will jump and that a song released here or there, even appealing to the law of probabilities, will depart from the mediocrity
Because there is no way that the most illustrious of that first batch of triumphs it moves away from the square and the bevel, from the honeyed and smug ballad, from the tenuous and bland hip, from the emphatic and terrifyingly hollow chorus. There is no way that the surprise will jump and that a song here or there, even appealing to the law of probabilities, moves away from mediocrity, suggests a finding, invites us to remember its title or a phrase that moves away from similar apotheosis of molasses. And that we are so eager for live music that right now we could even applaud the cornet of the Legion.
It is necessary to profess an unshakable faith in Bisbal to resist those four chained and engoladísimas ballads, to fit undaunted the collection of topics that he incurs time after time, from “my wings in the wind need your kisses” (My princess) to “give me a reason to love, give me a glimpse of peace” (Whether I have it or not). A hint of pity we would have needed, but there was none.
David does not need to modify his coordinates, of course, because what is still working is fine despite the wear and tear of the years and the avalanche of obviousness and common places. It does not even have to make an effort with technical or scenographic displays: four bare musicians are enough, some platforms that seem inspired by the times of Hi-Fi staircase and the humble irruption of Colombian Sebastián Yatra as a special guest for From today. Bisbal did not stop insisting that he loves us very much: having installed him in his still photo of youth, it is no wonder.