
Almost seven pm here, Thursday night in Buenos Aires. Perfect time to sneak in that last minute siesta (near mandatory actions in a city where mellow evenings mean hittin’ the sack by 4:00 am) before another big night on the town. But, I’m using the time to write. In a few hours I’ll meet up with a few amigos extranjeros (foreigner friends) at Palermo Viejo’s Wherever Bar for a bit of pre-gaming before cabbing over to another hot Palermo night spot, Piano Bar at Crobar. At Piano Bar we’ll see a performance by Misticos, a popular underground Buenos Aires rock band whom my Porteño buddy, Qui Que, lead vocals/guitars for. No question, tonight’s got potential. Of course, in Buenos Aires you never know…
… some tragic recent history concerning the Buenos Aires live music scene…
In December of ‘04, a devastating fire ripped through a rock concert at a well-known Buenos Aires boliche (club/disco) claiming over 190 lives, and prompting a three-day national mourning period.
The ensuing days saw the Argentine government order all nightclubs shut down, and all live music banned, for weeks. Numerous establishments went out of business, and many strict new security regulations set up. Today, the incident’s lasting effects are still felt citywide.
Last time Mysticos played an event, I assembled a group of fifteen or so people, arrived early, and locked down the best seats in the house. All the pieces were in place for an unforgettable eve.
Mysticos come out, the place’s buzzing, electricity consuming the atmosphere, energy in the room couldn’t be more stimulating. The performance begins… and they’re great! Looks of subtle approval and increasing excitement beam about our table. Cheers, smiles, laughs… everywhere. First song ends, and the crowd’s juiced!
The stage goes dark now. Thoughts jump to the time-honored, build up out of the darkness into the next song. Then the realization hits. The stage lights have been cut, pulled… something’s wrong. An awkward confusion follows, the band walks off stage, not returning. Show’s over.
Days later, back at Wherever Bar (notorious haunt to local musicians) I run into Qui Que. In one quick word he affirms my suspicions.
“Policía”
“Como?”
“La otra noche… policía”
The fire’s fallout effects me too.
Will it again tonight? Will an overcrowded room or some fire hazard mean police action ends our Thursday night outing? Via sympathetic audience members and enhanced security measures, of course, the fire’s fallout still effects us. ‘04’s December tragedy lives in the hearts and minds of Buenos Aires’ inhabitants. But, so does the resurgence of a once vibrant live music scene. Every show, every concert, bears testament to that. And, one way or another, tonight will too.
Do we have an epic evening ahead? I sure hope we do, but in Buenos Aires you never know…
… okay, gotta get ready… more to come soon…
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