I remember every night we slept in high school, broke up so that no balls. It was no use crying distortion because it is not believed, and finished crying in earnest in the darkness of the room. We wanted to be in the dining room of our house, common place of the neighbors who came to work with the murga. It was clear that the passivity of the same and no view that let us be, wanted to work in peace.
However, sometimes we used to stay in the hallway watching. Seeing as our dining room was transformed into a sort of makeshift workshop. In the same cartelitos abundant black square, with the description in verse, each of the characters. Of ironic poetry that I only remember more or less than that described the "greengrocer's wife" and the sign that said something like "this is also the key ..." We did not realize what it was all, until one afternoon in our backyard and began to build the drawer. Murga parodied a wake, with all the characters that can appear in such a ceremony, including the dead, of course.
remember my dad taking their body measurements to Pelado neighbor across the street from our house, as owner of an emaciated figure that fell to the street band like a glove, it just needed to put on the suit and a little powder on the face, to immerse themselves in the character of the deceased.
Although we missed with my brother and part of the construction phase, this could finally enjoy participation through the center of the city, the murga del Barrio Obrero and subsequent awards with a deserved second place.
From that firm, which prompted neighbors to participate much more than while trenching for sewers, there are many stories which vary from neighbor to the account. I could mention the time the stop was murga Pelado in full procession to leave the carnival and the darkness of a couple of trees away, lie a pee. And to see her back as people watched, some amazed, as the dead are returning to cost in the drawer and the march resumed. Or have you whispering my old account, that the award of the second hit to pay a barbecue for all y. .. the overdue electric bill in our house. Ja.
But the story that I liked and I tried to tell, a bit exaggerated by some, in other writing, is the Toad and his character's drunken wake.
Read the Journal in November 2003:
He was given the role that it would cost less represented. It was without doubt the easiest. None of the members was an actor and no one complained that it was granted easier to Toad. They call it that because of its short stature, his broad snout and mainly for that back in the looming a slight hump which gives more the appearance of a toad."How the hell do drunk ? " said Toad. "Do not play the idiot that you live in fart," he answered several members of the group. "Half an hour before going to the parade give you a boot with red wine so you can start getting into the character," said Eduardo, who was director of that murga.Murga was a wake with everything it meant. Were represented from the widow to the funeral house owner, to the bereaved families and relatives. The toad was that drunk that never fails at a wake. The role of widow had a niece of Edward, which was in the prime of his body and not to appoint anyone in the role of pretender to console himself with it, gave it to his uncle Hugo. To no avail because the taking that role seriously lost no opportunity to put one of her hands in the skirts of her niece.corso In all happening quietly. There was another murga (which was later won) that shocked many. It was an operating room where two doctors and three nurses fast clothes, showing her attributes, parody surgery. The point was that one of the doctors was a known butcher and this had been a lot of their merchandise to make real this staging. Thrown into the street casings, pieces of liver, gut, kidneys, etc., this caused in people a rare print. The guy invested and did well.Toad, then, put on a fart before reaching the parade. The same approach proved people known to speak with a shrill voice masked. "What do you do Mario?" said. "How andás Toad," he answered. Toad asked: "How fucking know me?". Tested with different clothing every day, but was the same in the subsequent days. I tried by all means tune your voice, but all recognized term. "What do you do Sapo?." "How andás Carlitos?". Confused gave up, but continued playing that role in a real as little cost him. And did not care to recognize him. He contributed to the murga. Until the last day, told him he had run out of wine and had to improvise more than ever its character.of poor performance that day, the last of the parade, the Frog was first placed the mask and nobody really knew him.
