By Mike Sain't Louis ·
Hoy toca escuchar a Ismael Serrano: guitar and dry fields
Some titles are already a whole plan. Hoy toca escuchar a Ismael Serrano (Today It's Time to Listen to Ismael Serrano) sounds like exactly that: a free afternoon, a record on, a longing for someone to put into words what you can't say. Anyone who knows the Madrid songwriter knows that with him you come to think, to feel and sometimes to cry a little.
The cover matches that spirit. It looks like an old photo, worn at the edges, in sepia tones with the dust of time. In it, a guy sitting in the middle of a dry field, dressed in black with ruffles and embroidery, a Spanish guitar resting between his legs. He looks down, pensive, as if deciding what to play or remembering something he can no longer hear without it hurting.
I like the mix: the almost flamenco ruffle, the dryland landscape, the classic guitar and that old-postcard air. It's a cover that smells of copla and of auteur songwriting in equal parts, which is more or less the crossroads where PLANETA GAYFOLK lives.
If today it's your turn too, press play.