Nando Gómez, eclectic Spanish percussionist and friend who shared three
years of his short life with us.
thunder unchained the crash, the stimuli sprouted; the emotions
flew with each rhythm, wild and rapidly following the steps that
mark the elusiveness of time".
"Make a difference... Add new
colours into the world music scene".
I met Nando in a
sunny morning of March 2006 at Southbank. He came by bike, smiling
as always, dressed in yellow -or at least is what I remember, all in
yellow! it was a sunny really sunny day in London after all- He
looked so relaxed while we shared a cafe at the National Theatre
terrace (not only with me... with my husband and daughter that at
that moment was 3 months old and the word quiet doesn't described
her exactly...- Nando told me he wasn't interested in money neither
in fame, he just wanted to play with his soul to the people who
wanted to listen, to express his feelings through percussion. And
that's exactly what we did for the years we played together... We
shared our music and creation,
we saw our music discover new ways. Honest with himself and with
every single step in his entire life Nando found peace in London in
so many senses.
He flew to other universes on the 2nd November 2008 after
contracting a rare
disease and is sadly missed by his
family, friends and fellow musicians.
4 November 2008
Gómez was not only the "anthrax or the bongo man" as most of the
media described him
Nando was the kind of
exceptional people you only meet once in a lifetime, plenty of
ideals, working for a better world in peace… He was a caring
person always trying to find the positive even in the worst
situations. Most of the times with a smile in his face, calling
brothers to his brothers… Loving man and father of five
children, teacher and musician, he loved life, he loved his
Nando was born in Spain,
but his heart belonged to Hackney in London, and Africa which
rhythms stole his soul.
Nando was also our
percussionist, a friend…He was part of our world, a compass
giving us the rhythm and the folk. He touched us in so many
ways. We grew up together sharing happy and sad moments. Also
together we created a wonderful universe of songs.
Nando will live for ever in our heart, in our
music… Probably this is the best legacy he
left to us all.
No hay dos fuegos
Un hombre del pueblo de Neguá, en la costa de
Colombia, pudo subir al alto cielo.
A la vuelta contó. Dijo que había contemplado
arriba, la vida humana.
Y dijo que somos un mar de fueguitos.
mundo es eso
un montón de gente, un mar
Cada persona brilla con luz propia entre todas
No hay dos fuegos iguales.
Hay fuegos grandes y fuegos chicos y fuegos de todos los colores.
Hay gente de
fuego sereno, que ni se entera del viento, y
gente de fuego loco que llena el aire de chispas.
Algunos fuegos, fuegos bobos, no alumbran ni queman; pero otros
con tanta pasión que no se puede mirarlos sin
parpadear, y quien se acerca se
Eduardo Galeano (El libro de los abrazos)