I have been an exemplary father and the other day I accompanied two teenage girls to the Oques Grasses concert. These are different times: I would never have imagined that my father would take me to see, I don’t know, the Rolling Stones at that legendary concert in 1976, or at the fabulous Canet Rock in 1978. It was hard enough for me to let him put Beatles cassettes on 131 – and it’s exactly the same with my daughter now. There were always compromise solutions, common ground: Trinca (then) and Els Amics de les Arts (now). It’s hard for me to understand the phenomenon of Fat Geese. As a boomer who stuck with Led Zeppelin and still consider Jethro Tull’s concert at Solsona (in Solsona!) in 1992 to be an unparalleled landmark, these kinds of ukulele groups all sound the same to me and seem perfectly interchangeable (and dispensable). It’s a sign of the times, naturally: the new generations push and impose their language and sweep away the old rockers (who refuse to die). But the fact that the morbidly obese Geese have managed to fill the Lluís Companys Stadium four times (that’s more than 200,000 souls) escapes any rational explanation and we must enter the turbulent world of collective psychology and what they call the Fear of Losing it. Now, all very spectacular and very flashy. Too bad the songs didn’t make me feel cold or hot and too bad about the beers at nine euros, nine, plus three by the glass, three. I imagine it was the only way to get hundreds of parents accompanying minors to take the car, at the end of the concert, tired but sober. I can’t think of a better public health campaign.
