Marjorie Spr05

Vaqueros (cowboys) y Margie durante el concierto de Intocable

Grito de Dolores -famous cry for independence by Father Hidalgo during fight against the Spaniards

Saturday (June 18) I finally arrived back in my house in Queretaro after about two weeks of travel. these past few days have been great. jamming in last minute time with friends and soaking up what`s left of my time here. Great part about it is that there`s no school or homework to interupt it. Yesterday was quite a jammed packed day. At about 2pm met with David and Sarah to get some tacos before we headed over to the Plaza de Toros (where the bullfights are held) for the concert of Banda Recodo. I`ve become quite the fan of the music here in Mexico but especially of three groups: Intocable, Cafe Tacuba, and Banda Recodo. How lucky am I that I went to concerts for both Intocable and Recodo. This concert that I went to Sunday was quite the interesting combo of events. We arrived around 3:30. Although Recodo wouldn`t be coming on until about 8 or 9pm we wanted some good seats. Now the way they do most concerts here is that its a combined event of many bands or even different events and it could be an all afternoon to evening thing or all evening into the wee hours of the morning thing (as was Intocable). This event had in total about 5 or 6 music groups and a rodeo event. There`s another thing you wouldn`t really find in the USA….combing a huge concert stage, professional lights and everything and then at the same time to have a cowboys being tossed around like Woody dolls in front of the stage…quite the combo it was.
I’d never been to a rodeo before so this was the perfect event. Let me just say that I’ve come the conclusion the Mexican concept of fear and worry fits in about the opposite realm of the concept in the United States. I haven’t just come to this conclusion with the rodeo but by also seeing how the Mexicans drive (public buses or personal vehicles) and without seatbelts, ease at which you can do extremes sports (in beach zones with),their concept of death as necessary for life…etc. Well what happens in the rodeo is that they bring in a huge bull, place him in a tight rectagular space while they buckle on the ropes (which the cowboy will hold on too) and then they poke him and hit him to get him angry. Meanwhile the cowboy about to take on the challenge is Catholic crossing his face and his body with all the hopes of surviving the ride. My friend looked over to me to me and said, “They must be really religious” and I said back to him, “That could be true, or they could be just scared out of their wits doing everything they can to protect them.”
So then de repente (suddenly) the door of the cage thing will open, the bull shoots out jumping and bucking, meanwhile the cowboy either 1. being instantly bucked off to fall on the ground and get stepped on by a huge bull, to be followed by many other cowboys and medics rushing to get him out of the ring. 2. being instantly bucked off to the ground and get up quickly to run away for safety. 3. Lasting a bit longer, either holding on or pulling the classic no hands attached rodeo move and surviving until the bull calms down. I saw all of the above and am serious when I think one of the cowboys didn’t survive the ride. Really don’t think you all want details but generally he was hit against the fence and then hit by the weight of the bulls hooves stomping on his body. As he was taken away to the ambulence a large crowd cheers for him while the announcer sends up a short little prayer to Dios (God) for his bravery and health. And then they prepare for the next cowboy to mount. Quite crazy y en unos momentos a bit difficult to watch.
But the events continued and finally a star performer arrived: Bobby Pulido. Instantly I hear girls from all sides of the stadium begin to scream his name, reaching their hands out to the stage, dying for a look from him. it was like this his whole performance. Where to them he was like a god, to Sarah and I he looked like, as Sarah put it, “just your average fratboy dancing and singing dressed as a cowboy”.
after an afternoon of waiting for the group that I would be screaming for, El Banda Recodo finally arrived around 9ishpm. And what a show it was, definitely worth the wait. The last concert I’d been to I wasn’t really able to participate with the crowd in singing along. But this time I could at least sing the rhythmn and throw in a few words for the songs. David had given me the tarea (homework) of learning at least one song by the concert. Okay, well I didn’t have a whole song memorized but I was able to participate in parts of many of the songs. The whole concert started with a blast and above us we saw brilliantly colored fireworks and Recodo entered the stage in their blue suits coated with sparkles and white shirts underneath. The band consists of 15 members: trumpets, trombones, clarinets, tuba, drums and 3 singers. The sound is just so grand, full, and loud and they are truly awesome musicians. I just love and they really got the crowd going with all their great songs and with invited people to come up on stage to dance (would have done it if we sat closer!). And also it’s just so fun because of the way the will dance while playing there instruments. Clarinets will do some spins to the beat while the trumpets will do a little line dance. Despite all the time that whole event took up it was quite worth it. It was just awesome and one of the best finishing events I could have had for my time in Mexico.

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