Cordillera Sur Murcia Fest

I’m heading across to Murcia later today. My convoluted reasons for doing so are music-related. Murcia is a fine city. I spent a fair bit of time there when I first arrived in Spain but I’ve not headed back much recently. It’s been a bit too hot.

Back in August, whilst sat around a table at Boomtown’s crew bar, I got chatting with a couple of members of Mexican band, Los Kamer. In truth, they spoke little English and  my drunken Spanish was rudimentary. I think I managed to convey that I’d enjoyed their set (even though I’d not watched a great deal of it). They told me about a mammoth European tour they were embarking upon and I randomly made a commitment to catch up with them when they touched down in Murcia sometime in September. 

A couple of subsequent Internet searches proved fruitless and I wondered if my drunken head had made things up. Had I imagined that Los Kamer were playing in Murcia? 

Cordillera Sur Murcia Fest is a one-night festival taking place in the small town of Beniajan. From what I can tell having never been there, Beniajan is a half hour bus ride from Murcia, the equivalent perhaps of a festival in Broughton Astley for a Leicester dweller. If Beniajan has hotels or rental accommodation, they don’t have availability for tonight. But the impression I get is that this is one small town at the end of a dead-end street. It’s Spaghetti Western country. Let the adventure commence.

Los Kamer are one of the few bands on the bill for Cordillera Sur Murcia Fest. But I had a listen to the other acts listed (Eskorzo, Alien Tango and Clot) and couldn’t help but be impressed. The skewed psychedelics of Alien Tango particularly jumped out and  the bouncy world music of Eskorzo would surely get any crowd going. I missed Eskorzo when they made their Boomtown video but it does capture the essence of that great festival. Best of all, tickets for the Cordillera were hardly going to break the bank. At 2 euros for general admission and 5 euros for admission, a drink and a wristband, I plumped for the more expensive. It would have been rude not to. 

As with any ‘new’ thing that you throw yourself into, I don’t mind admitting that I’m a bit afraid. I’ve booked a hotel in Murcia and will build some Dutch courage by having a few afternoon beers. It looks easy enough to get to Beniajan by public transport though I do suspect that navigating my way back to the hotel at 4AM tomorrow morning once the music has stopped might prove more challenging. 

Still, that’s no reason for not doing something. Wish me luck. 






Axixic – Love In The Back Of A Cab

From time to time, I’m asked ‘what’s your favourite music?’ It’s a question that I always struggle to answer. I don’t have a genre and I’m not sure that I have a favourite band. Typically, when asked such a question, I begin to flounder and waffle. I might mumble something about quirky electronica, country or folk before beating myself up for failing to say very much at all.

If I’m asked about ‘favourite songs’, I fare a bit better. Ever since I was a young boy, the songs that really do it for me are ones that tell stories; they’ll be lyrically astute, often splashed with dashes of humour and poetry; they’ll often eschew the mythical for a more basic sort of kitchen-sink drama. That’s what I like. 

It’s probably why this song from Axixic appeals so much. The narrative to ‘Love In The Back Of A Cab’ is pretty linear and full of charm and romance. Bill Clarke (who is Axixic) explains that this is a true story. He shared a taxi with a beautiful woman which culminated in a kiss of magnetic proportions. They then proceeded to take different flights and, despite staying in touch on social media, being in different continents has meant that the cab passion has remained a one-off. 

Bill seems like quite a character with plenty of stories to relay. I’m drawn to the impulsiveness of his approach as much as I am by the warm and rich, velvety vocal he utilises. He told me the following by E-mail:-

“I chucked my former life in Canada and moved to a mountain village south of Guadalajara, Mexico to pursue my passion (writing). I record as Axixic (pronounced: acks-icks-ick) because googling my real name is pretty much the same as googling “John Smith”. Axixic is the original spelling of the name of the mountain village where I live (Ajijic).”

Do take a look at this. I think the tale will bring some smiles.