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Fuerte Musica 2007.
The
annual music fest at El Cotillo lived up to expectations with a
fantastic couple of nights on Los Lagos, where for once all the
visitors to the beach kept their clothes on!
I cannot lie however, and I have to tell you that owing to my
siesta the first acts were missed, and I arrived during Diego
Hernández, a DJ who’s sets were filling in between the live
acts.
The first of which I saw was Mallorcan performer Concha Buika.
She had an obvious and enthusiastic following, with her music
ranging from almost classical to what appeared to be opera
mixed with a jazzy feel. A little too much for me, but I
absolutely support diversity, and the Spanish girl pogo dancing
beside me tramped on my flip flopped toes once too often for
comfort in her personal show of support.
The band next up were a little more to my liking, La Truba
Kung-Fú, a six piece outfit whom unusually glamorised the
accordion, with lead musician Joan Carriga’s dexterity
exercised in a way I would normally associate with traditional
musical fare in my home country. They certainly introduced funk
to this particular instrument, or was it the other way round?
But the best, as they say, was kept to last, that is if you
regard rap music in the best category. A well-known young lady
dubbing herself, La Mala Rodriguez had the, by now swollen
crowd chanting and bopping until she took her encore at 2.30 in
the morning.
And if that was not enough the fest cranked up again on
Saturday night, starting off with DJ Mario Alonso, who was
given the task of warming the, at that time, sparse crowd up
before local performers Dunas De Corralejo took the stage. This
traditional music is under-rated when you consider the skill of
the musicians, and the fantastic voices of the singers, which
were deserving of a bigger audience. Not to be deterred however
by an early evening billing, the 14 dancers amongst this 30
strong outfit, dancers took their show literally to the public,
and had everyone, well almost everyone, jigging in the sand.
Approaching 9pm and glamour was now being served by Los Pecados
De Adan, the first of a couple of acts to add what can be best
described as cabaret to the fiesta, with two scantily clad
ladies gyrating to the beat of Señor Robanya.
Was I starting to get musica lag by this juncture, was it that
none of Saturday’s offerings had really whetted my musical
appetite? Sadly, the next two performers didn’t really change
my mind.
Toni Manero (and his Fundacion) reminded me a little of
Jamiraquai, while Vanexxa who arrived at 11.30 pm was a
Maddonaesque act, but bless her, she did like the camera!
These were interspersed with a serious looking Silva Grijalba
at the record decks.
And finally, at just before 1a.m., the Columbian group
Aterciopelados, fronted by Andrea Echeverri rocked onto the
stage taking us encore bound, toward 2.30. As far as I could
gather a lot of the audience had waited for this performance.
The band could certainly play. But curiously she seemed to be
not only religious, with a her instrument partially covered by
a large sticker of Jesus, but also something of a rights
protestor. For those amongst our number whom were still sober
and still listening, she gave a little speech about how women
had been, and continued to be, exploited, in terms particularly
of their sexuality. I wondered if she had been watching the
preceding acts??? I didn’t notice anyone forcing Vanexxa to
parade in underwear.
And so it ended, I tramped home at 3am deaf in one ear and
covered in sand, so I shall leave you with a note to my dear
editor, Can I get proper accreditation for next year, save me
blagging my way into the press area???
Talk again soon
Luv Ya.
Surf Bum
Donald Innes is a writer and photographer,
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