09/16/2025
For decades now, I have heard the comment of, “why watch Mexican bands where you live at and that you have also been to their concerts several times in the past? Wouldn’t it be better to take advantage and attend the concerts of other groups?”
Of course I hear other bands but concerts like yesterday’s have another story.
My emotional, musical and life memory have their roots and heart in Mexico City. A place that I belong to, love, admire and is a fundamental part of the woman I am.
Groups like -despite of what a few musical purist says-, are part of a legacy of Mexico’s subculture. With them, those of my generation, we grew up and felt understood within a fu**ed up, abusive and full of quarrels and traumas environment.
Every massive concert I attended from 94, saved my life. Every kilo of rice or beans; every caguama in a bag; every scar that the mush pit pit on my body, that gave me the energy and courage to get ahead.
Every concert of , gave me the breath that I lacked and every concert in the park of Azcapotzalco with .oficial , gave me this cynicism and mamarrachería of mine that bothers so many but that I love.
There are ladies my age who buy bags, shoes, perfumes, jewelry and cars. I spend my money on experiences because it’s the only thing I want to take with me when the time comes not to be here.
