{"id":8340,"date":"2021-06-23T00:00:04","date_gmt":"2021-06-23T04:00:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/?p=8340"},"modified":"2021-06-23T20:42:10","modified_gmt":"2021-06-24T00:42:10","slug":"el-mejor-concierto-de-tu-vida-volumen-i-mis-amigues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/el-mejor-concierto-de-tu-vida-volumen-i-mis-amigues\/","title":{"rendered":"The best concert of your life. Volume I: My friends"},"content":{"rendered":"

On January 15, 2020, my friends and I attended, without knowing it, one of the best concerts of our lives. Only one of us knew what the band that would take the stage of the Cuban Art Factory in minutes sounded like. I really knew it: I had been listening to them for months, trembling with the powerful voice of Tarriona <\/span>Tank<\/span><\/i> Ball and the mixture of funk and rock and hip hop that accompanies The Bangas. But neither she, nor the others, were prepared for the tsunami that would sweep us away from the first notes, to spend the night looking at each other in bewilderment, letting ourselves be carried away by the mob from Nave 4 that jumped and screamed madly with that show out of another world: New Orleans.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Almost a year and a half has passed since we last saw live music. Since we moved emotions to a screen, to Telegram voice chat, and improvised mini-presentations on the balconies with those two who can play music on a guitar, or sing on top of a <\/span>background<\/span><\/i> any.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That nostalgia, which sometimes turns into physical pain, led me to ask a group of close friends what the favorite Cuban music concert of their lives has been. They were all disciplined and did the exercise of searching their memory, comparing and decanting. The reasons are as diverse as my friends, and they are all valid and beautiful.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I start:<\/span><\/p>\n

Sliding Gem \/ House of the Americas \/ 2016<\/b><\/p>\n