Love After Music (El amor después del amor)

APRIL, 1993

...more than 60,000 people are gathered to watch Fito Paez play.

It may be the most important concert in rock history in Argentina.

Fito!

This is unprecedented.

After 11 sold out shows at the Gran Rex,

this is the crowning moment of a revolution in Argentine music.

Fito!

- Have you been waiting long? - Yes! All day!

- Do you want to see Fito? - Yes!

Fito!

Fito.

Fito, we're ready.

Fito, Fito!

Fito, Fito!

LOVE AFTER MUSIC

Official report for today.

The subversive group was located by law enforcement...

When they resisted arrest,

shots were then fired,

and as a result, two males and one female were fatally wounded.

No police officers were injured during the successful operation.

The authorities recommend that people go about their day normally

and abide by whatever law enforcement...

They're coming.

Come on, man.

Here.

Come on, let's go.

It is now the third year of the military dictatorship in Argentina.

Thousands of citizens are missing, mostly young people.

Musicians are persecuted by the authorities,

and rock music is considered a voice of resistance.

They are all far from home

When the speech had ended

I heard somebody yell

They said, "I sell wholesale clothing"

- Bye, guys. - See you.

- It was cool, right? - No.

Nobody was even paying attention to us.

Come on, Baglietto came to see you.

Are you sure it was him?

Told you so.

Let's finish loading everything.

Can I bum a cigarette, please?

Wait, let's finish this.

You didn't say your name.

Staff.

No, what is your name?

Fito.

Fito what?

Paez.

Fito Paez.

We're going to go rehearse later. You should come with us.

It's the police!

Everybody against the wall!

- Everybody's under arrest! - Get in!

- Help me load this. - No, let's go!

- Hands against the wall! - Fito!

Let's go!

We need to walk against traffic.

Where are we going?

Come on, let's go.

IRON HARDWARE

Come back tomorrow!

Come on, man.

Here we are.

Guys.

Then I'll play that lick there and let Tuerto have a solo.

Come over here.

Set up over here.

- Hi, Juan. - Sapo.

Who's this?

Fito.

There was a raid at the bar.

Are you guys okay?

That's crazy.

- What are we playing? - "April"?

- Let's go. - Okay.

- Got it. - Okay.

- Shall we start? - Yes.

Can you plug it in?

Tuerto?

Ready.

- Ready? - Yeah.

It was in April that I heard That sweet rhythm

Of my darling child dancing

Inside the womb

A blooming prairie was his home

And her navel, oh, her navel

Her navel was the sun

I wrote him the sweetest of songs

A story about a cloud and a flying fish Who fell in love

I dreamt of him running His body dripping in sweat

His cheeks round and full

His cheeks round And full of sunlight and warmth

He's probably at Claudio's house.

He's not there, Mom. I called. He's not there.

- Did you try Prieto? - He's not there.

How about the station?

Sapo.

- Thanks, Juan. - You're welcome.

We rehearse three times a week.

Always at night.

If you join, we need your full commitment.

Is that a yes?

Yes.

See you tomorrow, then.

Welcome to the Troubadours.

How's the food?

- It's great, Juan. - Delicious.

Dad.

Baglietto asked me to join his band.

No, no.

It's one thing for you to be in a band with your friends for fun.

But no, this is different. You know I don't like it.

I don't get it, Dad.

You love music.

This has nothing to do with music, Fito.

It's not safe for you to be going outside, especially at night.

But Dad, rock happens at night.

Only church choirs rehearse during the day.

Then you'll play with the choir.

Aunt Charo is here.

- Hi. - Hi, sweetheart. How are you?

- Hi, everyone. - Hi.

- Charo! - Hi, Auntie.

Hi, honey.

- Want some vermouth, dear? - Sure, that's why I'm here.

- What's up, sweetie? - Nice to see you, Charo.

Can we talk for a minute?

- Right now? - Yes, now. Let's chat.

Done. Put it away.

Okay, let's hear it.

- What time is the rehearsal? - Nine.

Okay, I'll handle it.

I'm not getting dressed up! I don't want to go on a date.

Stay out of my life.

- At least try. - I won't try.

- Wake up, Rodolfo. - Worry about your...

It will be good for you and everyone else here.

Watch your tone.

Son, if you agreed two weeks ago, you can't just not show up.

It's bad manners.

Rodolfo?

- Hi. How are you? - Hello.

Oh, sorry. How are you?

- Nice to meet you, I'm Leonor. - Sit.

Excuse me.

- Hi, Claudio. - Pepa, how's it going?

Hi, dear. Fito is waiting for you.

You're saving my life.

I'll be back in a few hours. Thanks!

Fito!

- Take care. - Of course.

Bye, Grandma. You rock!

- Belia. - Claudio.

Charo can be a bit pushy.

I apologize if you felt obligated to accept...

No, don't worry. Not at all.

I've known her for years.

She led my daughter's Bible studies.

But that's not actually important, right?

I'm sorry, I'm just not used to this at all.

Okay, why don't we make a deal?

We'll both order the pesto pasta.

You should never order pesto on a first date, but...

What do you think?

Sure, okay.

I'm back, Mirta

After three years without seeing sunlight

I don't care to know If you were unfaithful

I know that even a woman as strong as you

Has needs she cannot fight

What is that?

I thought it might sound cool to include it.

- After each verse? - Yes.

- Should we try it? - Let's try.

- Go on. - Let's see.

Cue us.

I'm back, Mirta

After three years without seeing sunlight

I don't care to know If you were unfaithful

I know that even a woman as strong as you

Has needs she cannot fight

Nice!

You scared me half to death!

Scooch over.

I thought you were your dad.

How did it go?

Fine.

Fine?

I am...

on another level.

Up here.

And your son is a lawyer?

No, he has a year left of school.

The other one wants to be a doctor.

- You're a doctor, right? - Yes.

They went to see Fito play the other day. They said he's great.

- Yes. - He's really good.