Papas and Pampas

I leave for Buenos Aires today. I shall direct a commercial for an old German brand of all things potatoes. Mashed, fried, baked... snacks, balls, discs, shredded, powdered...

I've been doing Pfanni spots for the last 5 years or so. How? I dunno. Why? It's fun. The folks I work with are great. The ideas are cute. I get to go to interesting places and tell people in a very charming way, what to do. The money. I like potatoes.

This time we find our self jetting to Buenos Aires, home of the tango and "great meat." Well I can actually tango... or at least I used to be able to. And I like all kinds of meat. Except camel.

So to bone up on this amazing city and country I watched a BBC DVD on Astor Piazzola the self professed creator of, "EL Nuevo Tango." Listen I love his stuff with all my heart but...

Mostly it's a concert film and a good one but the it's the extras that get a little scary. OK Piazzola come off as great guy in the interviews. His Noo Yarhk accent is a little disconcerting... who would have thought that Mr. Argentina/Italia would sound like he comes from deepest Brooklyn (he and his family moved there for 11 years when he was 4). But it's the interviews with his family that are disturbing. First there is his son David, who looks a little rough around the edges and does not look like he gotta a lotta love when he needed it. Then there is his grandson who looks a lot like Dad and talks about how Astor would see him once or twice a year. Then his daughter appears and talks about her sainted mother and how she supported Astor whilst he was developing his nuevo tango and pressed his shirts to boot. But then she starts talking about this book she wrote about her Dad and how his only editorial request was that Amelita was not discussed. His daughter goes on to describe Amelita as one of his, you know, women. We then get an interview with Amelita who waxes rhapsodically about her time with Astor and God and their understandable eventual breakup.

Then there is another interview with another pretty heavily surgically modified older lady who was the wife of one of his musical pals and how she got invited to Astor's seaside retreat and his husband didn't. Hmmmmm.

The bottom line is Astor kind of came off as a not exactly saintly.

I hate it when your heros are just humans. Sometimes jerky humans. Perhaps more research is required. Yep. More is. The taxi is here, off to Tango Land!