Cuentos, Cosas Y Menos by Antonio Resines: A Wild Ride Through Nueva Trova Madness
Alright, let’s get real here. Cuentos, Cosas Y Menos isn’t your typical pop album—it’s got grit, heart, and enough Latin soul to make you wanna grab a guitar and start strumming like nobody’s watching. Released back in ‘84 (yeah, that’s right, almost 40 years ago), this Spanish gem from Antonio Resines still hits different today. It’s raw, unfiltered, and dripping with the kind of passion only Nueva Trova can deliver. Fonomusic dropped this baby into the world, and honestly? The label should’ve known they were unleashing something wild.
Now, I ain’t gonna sit here and pretend every track blew my socks off—because come on, some songs are just… filler—but damn if there aren’t a couple that stick to your brain like gum on a hot summer sidewalk. Let me break it down for ya.
First up: “Mr. Stevenson.” Oh man, this one’s got attitude. From the opening chords, you know you’re in for something special. It’s moody as hell, with lyrics that feel like poetry scribbled on the back of a napkin at 3 AM after too many cafés con leche. There’s this tension in the melody, like it’s daring you to keep listening, to figure out what Mr. Stevenson did or didn’t do. Is he a hero? A villain? Your drunk uncle who tells long stories at family dinners? Who knows! But damn, does it work. This tune stays with you because it doesn’t give you all the answers—it makes you think. And honestly, how many tracks these days even try to do that?
Then there’s “La Geometría De Tu Cuerpo.” Holy crap, talk about a vibe shift. If “Mr. Stevenson” is brooding and mysterious, this one’s straight-up sultry. Like, light-a-candle-and-dim-the-lights kinda vibes. The way Resines croons about curves and angles? Chef’s kiss. You can tell he poured his whole soul into this track. Every note feels deliberate, calculated even, but not in a cold way—in a way that makes you want to dance slow with someone you shouldn’t be dancing with. It’s sexy without being sleazy, romantic without being cheesy. Props to him for pulling that off.
The rest of the album? Solid. Tracks like “Mujer Remanso Y Manantial” and “Teoría Del Asesinato” show off Resines’ range—he can go soft and introspective one minute, then punch you in the gut with social commentary the next. But let’s be honest, those two standout tracks are where the magic happens. They’re why I keep coming back to this record, even though I probably own ten other albums released in ‘84 that collect more dust than plays.
So yeah, Cuentos, Cosas Y Menos might not be perfect, but it’s got guts. It’s got personality. Hell, it’s got flaws, and that’s what makes it human. In an era where music often feels manufactured to death, this album reminds us that art doesn’t have to be polished to be powerful.
And hey, fun fact—I bet Antonio Resines never thought people would still be talking about this thing nearly four decades later. Maybe he did, though. Maybe he knew exactly what he was doing. Either way, hats off to him. Now excuse me while I go listen to “Mr. Stevenson” again and wonder if I’m overthinking everything in my own life.
