¡Esas palmas, coño! : Memorias supervivientes de un Siniestro Total

Guitars, hangovers, and a few hard truths. More than a memoir, this book is a war report. "Those Claps, Damn It!" is the story of a kid from Vigo who was born on muddy streets, learned to play guitar with a rickety instrument he bought with supermarket coupons, formed a punk band without really knowing how… and ended up filling stadiums all over Spain. Then, when everything was going swimmingly, he picked up his Gibson SG and left. With the honesty of someone who no longer has to impress anyone, Miguel Costas recounts his own life in these pages: between punk revelry and unexpected losses; between the bravado of the nineties and the vulnerability of someone who learned—it's never too late—that asking for help doesn't make you weaker. From the Calvario neighborhood to the sweatiest stages in the country, these memoirs tell the story of a man who won almost everything, lost it all at times, and learned that some debts aren't paid with money: they're paid by surviving. "Those claps, damn it!" is exactly what you'd expect from Costas: honesty, dry wit, a sharp memory, a few scores to settle, and a whole lot of love for music. You laugh, you nod, you remember, and by the end, your heart is raw. And you're also left with a huge smile.