The story of his terribly sad decline into drug hell is one of echoes with particular poignancy and can be seen as an index of the era in which he lived, where a generation of great talents were forced to struggle in bleak hopelessness as a talented generation was sacrificed by silly ethnic bickering and the ensuing economic hardship that resulted.
It's a story that needs to be told and I was delighted to learn that filmmaker Demetri Estdelacropolis, who had spent several years in Europe, has undertaken to create a documentary on the rise and fall of the Nils, which essentially consisted of Soria and his older brother Carlos, who played bass.
If you have any tips, stories, photos, or any other useful information please gmail it on to me at megaforce and I'll convey it to the film-making team.
|Photoshop recreation of me at the Nils first-ever|
concert at Con U VA building in 1981.
In fact upon further verification with my girlfriend at the time, I was indeed one of those watching on at that landmark gig, as the band played a gig along with Peter Sandmark's Paradots.
This is nice to hear, as I missed all of the good concerts of my era, Kraftwerk, ABC and Bauhaus, missed 'em all. Instead I attended a lot of lame shows, The Jam (whose records I still adore), The Police, Echo and the Bunnymen, The Cult, etc.