#en Barranquilla me quedo

[yourmomsawh0r3]

One Shot

pre apocalypse

joel miller x fem/ wife reader

I Love You

Joel Miller trudged up the gravel driveway of his modest suburban home, the weight of the day's labor evident in his weary steps. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the neighborhood, and Joel paused for a moment to appreciate the peacefulness that settled with the evening. He ran a calloused hand through his dark hair, his mind already beginning to relax as he approached the front door.

As he stepped inside, he was immediately greeted by the lively sound of “En Barranquilla Me Quedo” by joe arroyo filling the air. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The familiar rhythms of the guitar and the passionate voice of the singer created a warm, inviting atmosphere. The rhythmic beats of salsa resonated throughout the house, mingling with the scent of a home-cooked meal. the vibrant music lifting the weight of the day from his shoulders.

Following the music, Joel walked into the living room and found his wife, Y/N, and their young daughter, Sarah, dancing together. Y/N’s hips swayed gracefully to the music, her movements fluid and full of joy. Sarah, though still learning, mirrored her mother’s steps with a mix of concentration and delight.

Y/N caught sight of Joel standing in the doorway and smiled warmly at him, her eyes sparkling with love. "Hey there, handsome," she called out, her voice a melodic contrast to the lively music. "Care to join us?"

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. "I think I'll leave the dancing to you two pros."

Sarah giggled, her laughter infectious as she twirled under her mother’s arm. "Come on, Daddy! It's fun!" she urged, her eyes bright with excitement.

Joel couldn't resist the appeal in his daughter’s voice. With a playful sigh, he stepped forward, joining them in the center of the room. Y/N took his hand, guiding him into the rhythm of the music. He was a bit clumsy at first, but Y/N’s laughter and Sarah’s encouragement made it easy to relax and enjoy the moment.

As the song played on, Joel found his groove, moving with a surprising grace. Y/N spun Sarah around, her little feet barely touching the ground as she laughed in pure delight. The room was filled with the sounds of their happiness, a symphony of laughter and music that drowned out any worries.

Joel’s eyes met Y/N’s, and for a moment, they were lost in each other. The love they shared was evident in every glance, every touch. It was moments like these that reminded Joel of how lucky he was to have such a beautiful family.

The song came to an end, and they all paused, catching their breath. Y/N pulled Joel and Sarah into a tight embrace, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of joy. "I love you both so much," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

"We love you too, Mommy," Sarah said, hugging her mother tightly.

Joel kissed the top of Y/N’s head, his heart swelling with affection. "You two are my everything," he murmured, holding his family close.

As another song began to play, Joel found himself caught up in the magic of the moment. He knew that life was unpredictable and that challenges would come, but with Y/N and Sarah by his side, he felt ready to face anything. Together, they danced, their hearts beating in time with the music, united in their love and the simple joy of being together. He could hear the unmistakable sound of his wife, Y/N, singing along, her voice harmonizing beautifully with the music.

[selcaby]

When do you think Encanto takes place?

Based on tweets from Jared Bush I tend to assume the main story takes place in 1950, but the whole place has been cut off from the outside world since the miracle 50 years earlier. Their fashion and technology are from around the turn of the century.

I assume Bruno’s gift is the only reason he knows what telenovelas are. He’s never watched an actual TV. His football rat theatre scene is of a specific goal that Colombia scored against Germany in the 1990 World Cup.

The tune Agustín plays on the piano is “En Barranquilla Me Quedo” and was first released in 1988. I think either Agustín learned it from Bruno or it’s artistic licence. They were trying to cram as many Colombian things as possible into the film, even if some were anachronistic.

In one of my fics I posited a magical shop that sells goods that they can’t manufacture locally, such as books. (I mean, they could have their own printing press, but they would be short on texts to print.) So now if I spot something that seems too modern I just assume it comes from there.

[algunloco]

Cuánto de lo vivido puede contener una canción, unas líneas, una fotografía. En este día lejano, escuchando On The Street Where You Live, con todo el tiempo para mí y para el recuerdo. Es una melodía tan sencilla y profunda, que trae a la memoria de nuevo el tiempo de las tardes en la Biblioteca Nacional leyendo y escribiendo sobre el grupo de Barranquilla, los cuentos de Cepeda Samudio, en especial ese que comienza: «Era porque siempre había estado solo. Porque la soledad le había atado las manos a la larga línea de madera de los bares…», los viajes de regreso a casa viendo la ciudad desvanecerse en el ocaso, las entradas en los diarios de Renzi. Es el recuerdo del tiempo donde todo se había vuelto extraño y me evadía con mis cuentos y los libros que atesoro todavía. Ahora, en otro momento de la vida, conservo la soledad y las letras, pero no la necesidad de evadirme, porque ya nada me busca, los amigos quedaron atrás, la sonrisa de esa mujer ya es solo un bonito recuerdo. Ahora solo tengo mi trabajo y los libros y la música que parecen llenar el vacío, pero siento que hace falta siempre algo, quizá alguien que me escuche y me lea en estos días solitarios, una mano y su caricia, la tierna sonrisa antes o después del amor, quizá sea eso. ¿O solo quiero volver al mismo lugar donde estaba hace casi dos años? No lo sé, todo parece convertirse en algo incierto cuando, de repente, la música cambia y suena It’s all too strange and strong, I’m full of foolish song. Y me quedo aquí, suspendido en este tiempo ya no extraño, pero siempre tan lejano.

[archivomusicalrumberos1]

Joe Arroyo - En Barranquilla Me Quedo

[constitucionmariamonmom]

Tarea 4

Música y más en Colombia

Álvaro José Arroyo González (Cartagena de Indias,1955 - Barranquilla, 2011), más conocido como Joe Arroyo, fue un cantante y compositor colombiano de música salsa y tropical. Es considerado como uno de los grandes intérpretes de música de Colombia.  Gano dieciocho Congos de oro y cuatro super Congos en el festival de Orquestas del Carnaval de Barranquilla. Entre sus canciones más relevantes destacan «La rebelión», «Tania», «Mary», «En Barranquilla me quedo», «El ausente», «Tumbatecho», «Centurión de la noche» y «Manyoma». Todos los colombianos hemos disfrutado su musical, es un infaltable en cualquier fiesta de salsa y tropical. En Barranquilla hay una estatua dedicada al cantante en el parque de los Músicos, inaugurada en 2011.

La rebelión: La canción cuenta la historia de una pareja africana casada, esclavos de un español, en Cartagena en el siglo XIX. El dueño del esclavo abusa de la esposa, y el esposo la venga, comenzando una rebelión. La canción hace evidencia de la violencia y el racismo en en la historia del país.

Recomendación: La muchacha

Laura Isabel Ramirez Ocampo más conocida como  La Muchacha una cantante, rapera, Artista e ilustradora manizaleña, conocida por sus letras caracterizadas por un marcado mensaje social, ambientalista y de música protesta​. En sus canciones ha tratado temas como las ejecuciones extrajudiciales conocidas como los Falsos Positivos, el acoso sexual hacia las mujeres o la minería en los páramos de Colombia.

[isotextures]

Opening Sidework (5:00pm)

The times I’ve felt most inspired to write this have been while I polish wine glasses at work and watch the sunset just beyond the hedges on California Boulevard. I watch as traffic clusters and disperses and rush hour turns into dinner; as long, beautiful summer evenings cooled into crisp autumn afternoons. A longing for one thing replaces another. Snow is falling in big chunky flakes outside my window as I write this. The whole time, I stand in the same place. Water, glass, steam, linen. 

The glass should be a clean, uninterrupted vessel between the wine and the deepest parts of your memory. It should hit your lips with undiluted expression and nostalgia, like a microphone for the voice of the land. 

We often start dinner service with salsa music (I can remember, all too ironically, ‘En Barranquilla Me Quedo’ playing during my first shift back). I am transported by words and rhythm, each song reverberating against the glass into my chest. Each song evokes memories so strong it’s like I can feel the sun in my eyes again. I can smell almond trees. I look down and expect to find crushed mangos on sidewalks cracked with vines. 

Standing at the bar, I have so often felt like I am in many places at once. It feels like a type of whiplash one experiences after being so intentionally in one place –– on an adventure brimming with emotion, and so undoubtedly alone in the most epic possible way. To be not just present but connected, embedded and intertwined with the world around me. So much so that even now, over six months since I left my sweltering apartment in Barranquilla, I can feel overwhelmed by the warmth and brightness of those memories. I bop my head to the music as I glide linen carefully down each glass stem. I can see myself dancing, covered in sweat, hand-in-hand with friends who are somehow both a world away and at the front of my mind. 

The whole first half of last year feels like both a dream and the most real that life has ever been. I was a different person in that my personhood felt so untethered from the things that I once thought were signs that everything was where and how it was supposed to be. I surprised myself with my thirst for total anonymity, and my eagerness to toss aside the cloak of who I thought I was for so long. I reveled in this sort of existential nudity I never knew existed before. I bore my bare chest to the sky in search of answers and it only laughed back at me –– I realized that everything I needed, I already had. 

I affirmed this unmistakable aliveness every day with gulps of warm air and mouthfuls of fresh fruit –– gifts from the land, just like wine. 

It’s easy to overly romanticize these memories when I stand there, polishing the same glasses I polished the summer before I left for Colombia. It’s easy to hear salsa music and think about the freedom I felt catching buses to places I’d never been, rather than the days and weeks I spent wallowing in indecision and my deep-rooted fearfulness of hard truths. Feeling connected to the power of choice meant first experiencing the devastating heartbreak of waking up in a place I let the narrative choose for me, and realizing how far I’d strayed from my own desires. I didn’t even know what my desires were anymore. 

I’m still not exactly where I always thought I’d be at this point in life. I do not have all of the things I thought I might have. There were so many times that coming back to Chicago felt like more of a crash landing than a rejoice. It felt like I was barely keeping my head above water in a thrashing tide of choices and decisions and consequences, choking on waves of old memories and emotions that I had tucked neatly away neatly to the edges of my peripheral vision. It made me realize just how unbelievably hard we have to fight every single day –– especially in this country ––  just to prove to ourselves that we do, in fact, deserve to live the lives we desire. I can sometimes feel myself gripping the glass stems as I place them neatly in rows of four on the shelf, watching guests fill the restaurant and remembering that my next eight hours are in service to the pleasure and senses of people who I don’t even know. I sometimes feel dejected that my livelihood is so directly tied to my performance and their “generosity.” The grind, so aptly named, has a way of doing just that –– fractioning us into smaller, estranged pieces of ourselves. 

And there’s always a moment where a choice becomes apparent. I know that I can take all of the anger and resentment into me, and I know that I will feel entirely justified in doing so. But today, even on January’s most frigid and gray afternoons, I am trying to choose to place the glass down gently. In this moment, observing these thoughts, I take a step outside the door, around the hedges to the corner of California and Logan Boulevards. I am reminded of all of the things I missed so dearly while I was gone –– the things that first made me fall in love with the practice of knowing a place. I watch bikers weave through traffic and see signs for art shows and protests and think about all of the places the train can take me. I watch people cross the street wrapped in layers of wool and remember that winter, too, comes to an end; and just as fast as I sold and packed everything I owned and hopped on a plane, I found myself back at this corner. Things look so similar but I couldn’t feel more different.

I have thought about how hilariously easy it would be to just start walking across the street and not look back. I could keep doing that over and over. I could treat my memories like a cartoon sunset and ride straight into it. Let the credits roll. Cowboys don’t have to clock in. 

But I turn around. I hear my coworkers greeting guests, I remember my beautiful friends that I’ll meet up with after my shift. I remember how many times last year I wished that I could bottle up every moment of freedom I experienced and pop it open with them like champagne. I find so much strength in the people I am blessed to call my community. I do not feel like I am alone, struggling in a system that feeds off of our isolation. I do not yearn for how things used to be. 

I pour wine, I clear plates. Dinner becomes dessert, we sweep, we drink beers while we count tips. I smile thinking about how one day, we will all experience a freedom that could never be contained by glass and cork. I feel grounded knowing that I am surrounded by people who truly give a shit about that, who share that dream for the world. I feel charged with a renewed belief in people and our collective ability to change things, despite how hard it seems like the powers that be work to tell us we can never win. I don’t care if that sounds stupid. Chicago taught me how to fight and how to love, how struggle leads to joy.  

I forgot how good cold air feels in my lungs, how it tends to give me this sharpened clarity. I feel like I needed that bite, that sting, to be able to write this. I realized at some point I had to reject the idea that I should write an “ending” to this time in my life, to 2023, that I needed to create a “before” and an “after.” I never wrote an ending to this because there is no ending. I refuse to believe that adventure cannot exist alongside discipline. While my feet feel firmly planted in the reality of my life today and all of the responsibilities that come with it, I’m no longer buying this idea that thriving in this world necessitates the displacement of my own dreams. There are fewer rules than we think. There is enough time for everything. 

Now, a full revolution away from what felt like the most important year of my life so far, the dust between “then” and “now” has settled. I see my reflection, clear as day, in clean glasses.  In 2024, I am empowered by the peacefulness of my present day, the inevitable opportunities for everything to change, and the knowledge that the choice is mine, always. 

[kay9leo]

@myokk tagged me!!! 💖🥰💖🥹💖 I got time now, so time to answer 😁*cracks knuckles*

LAST SONG?

En Barranquilla Me Quedo by Joe Arroyo - it was the last song on the car ride before my family and I came home from a Pow Wow we went to yesterday and they were tried of English music, so I had to put on some classic salsa to listen to help my dad feel a bit energized 🤣

FAVORITE COLOR?

💙💙💙Blue. Azul. Bleu. Blu.💙💙💙

CURRENTLY WATCHING?

I just finished My Happy Marriage on Netflix. I thought it had more season, but it only has one and now I'm sad 🥹😭😭😭. I didn't even really cared for the show, I just needed something to watch/listen to when I'm doing the dishes. 😭 Now I've returned to Blue Eye Samurai and am trying to forget that I'm going to be finishing that soon as well 😭

LAST MOVIE?

Deadpool and Wolverine. I feel like that movie should be used to teach a masterclass on how to write stories. I loved it! The stakes were good, the characters had proper motivations too and how the whole reason Deadpool wanted to save his universe is in the same vein as Star Lord and I completely get that and it feels like a more realistic reason to me that just "saving the world because it's the right thing to do" usual cliché

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY?

Savory all day! Now I'm thinking of wings and I would love to have a good garlic parmesan 😋

RELATIONSHIP STATUS

Single as a pringle, not sure if I want to mingle 🤣

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? Analyzing Sebastian Sallow's mind. Vow of Thieves. Pretending that Summer isn't over just yet 🥹😭

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED?

Hungry emoji for the Savory response - 😋

No pressure tags 😁: @ravenwind-75 @theladyofshalott1989

tag nine people you want to get to know better!

thank you for the tag Laney😙😙💘😙💓 @crushribbons Noelle @noelles-legacy 🥹💓🫶 and Keri @keri-mcberry 😙💓😙💓

LAST SONG? - don’t delete the kisses by wolf alice (I need to keep living in delusional hopeless romantic land forever 🫶)

FAVORITE COLOR? - dark green but like super dark almost black

CURRENTLY WATCHING? - rewatching x files for the bajillionth time

LAST MOVIE? - kiki’s delivery service…it’s been my favorite/comfort movie since I was three🥹

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? - SAVORY….i add too much salt to everything and tbh I don’t really like sweet things at all😇

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? - 6 years with my favorite boy💓💓💓

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? - Eloise x Sebastian….Leo x Bea (writing their oneshot now🫶)…Imelda x Poppy…& of COURSE P&P and x files🥰🥰

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? - tabla de mareas 😭😭 I’m literally a grandma…I have the weirdest compulsion to know the exact high and low tide times so I google it every morning😭😭

no pressure tags 😙😙: @holdmymallowsweet @espressoristretto-patronum @syaolaurant @the-ozzie @writing-intheundercroft @kay9leo @evaskjew @heyitszev @diana-bluewolf @versailles-black

[atletasudando]

Título para Flor Denis Ruiz en su gran temporada

Fuente: RunningColombia La lanzadora de jabalina Flor Denis Ruiz Hurtado sigue escribiendo páginas gloriosas en el atletismo colombiano. Venía de ser medallista Mundial en Budapest y había logrado medallas en todos los eventos del ciclo olímpico, pero tenía pendiente la de unos Juegos Panamericanos. Había terminado quinta en Toronto 2015 y sexta en Lima 2019. Pero este 3 de noviembre de 2023 quedará marcado en la historia del atletismo colombiano, porque con la medalla de oro que obtuvo en el lanzamiento de jabalina se convirtió en la única en ganar medallas de oro en todos los eventos del ciclo olímpico y además tener una presea en un mundial. Su marca de 63 metros y 10 centímetros, lograda en el primer intento, la catapultaron en el primer lugar de los Juegos Panamericanos, el único que le faltaba y que la llena de ilusión rumbo a los Olímpicos de París 2024, a los que ya está clasificada y donde igualmente espera subirse en el podio. Llegó como favorita y respondió con creces. Tres de sus lanzamientos superaron a las demás rivales que la acompañaron en el podio, Rhema Otabor, de Bahamas, segunda con 60,54 metros, y Harris Madelyn, de Estados Unidos, tercera con 60,06 m. Flor Denis, además de esa marca de 63,10 metros, marcó 61,75 en el tercer intento, y 62,37 en el cuarto. "Este era un reto grande para mi, porque hace cuatro años tuve un desgarro en el primer lanzamiento en el aductor y me tuvieron que sacar en camilla. Esperé cuatro años para ser campeona panamericana y gracias a Dios acá estoy cumpliendo mi sueño», dice la campeona. Pero Flor Denis no quiere parar y sabe que tiene las condiciones para estar también en la disputa de las medallas en los Juegos Olímpicos, donde espera cerrar este ciclo dorado y a donde llegará como una referente en el mundo. «Las marcas están en los topes esperados y en cualquier momento salen los 70. Fallé un poco en la parte técnica, pero la fuerza la tenía y la tengo», recalca la campeona panamericana, quien agradeció a Dios, a su familia y a las personas que siempre están a su lado apoyándola, incluso en los momentos difíciles. Pero no solo Flor Denis lució en Santiago, pues María Lucely Murillo también estuvo a punto de subir al podio, como lo hicieron recientemente en los Juegos Centroamericanos y del Caribe, donde hicieron el 1-2 para Colombia. Esta vez la medalla se le escapó por muy poco, al terminar en el cuarto lugar, la misma casilla que ocupó hace cuatro años en Lima, hecho que la dejó triste, porque venía de superar la barrera de los 60 metros en las últimas competencias en Cali y Barranquilla. «La verdad me quedo con un sin sabor, porque estaba muy bien preparada, pero son cosas de Dios, y no se dieron las cosas como esperaba, pero no queda más que seguir trabajando», dijo, con un dejo de tristeza y algunas lágrimas en sus ojos la finalista mundial y cuarta en los Panamericanos de Santiago 2023. Murillo concluyó cuarta con 59.19, un puesto por delante de la brasileña Jucilene Sales de Lima (59.04), también reciente finalista del Mundial de Budapest. Gran actuación le correspondió a la uruguaya Manuela Rotundo, quien logró el 6° puesto con 58.35 m. Batió el récord absoluto de su país (tenía 56.35 desde el pasado 14 de octubre en Paysandú) y quedó muy cerca de la plusmarca sudamericana u20, que mantiene la ecuatoriana Yuleixi Angulo con 58.96. Read the full article

[mariasabanahabanabana]

Nambreeee,el me enseña a bailar y hasta bailarina me vuelve... *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*.

No sé ustedes pero al menos yo, cada dia me sorprendo/enamoró de Danny Ramírez

PS: me da un vuelvo en el corazón y estómago verlo tan feliz

Dejando de lado el hecho de que CLARAMENTE NO SE ME OCURRIÓ ALGO MEJOR QUE DECIR, este Tik tok me da una idea para escribirles algo

PS: ambas canciones que baila en un inicio, UFFF, JOYITAS DE LA MUSICA LATINOAMÉRICANA RECOMENDADAS 10/10

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Nambreeee, he teaches me to dance And I even become a professional dancer

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP"

I don't know you but at least me, every day I am surprised / fell in love with Danny Ramírez

Leaving aside the fact that I CLEARLY COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING BETTER TO SAY, this Tik Tok gives me an idea to write something to you guys

PS: both songs that you dance to at the beginning, UFFF, JOYITAS OF LATIN AMERICAN MUSIC RECOMMENDED 10/10

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Nambreeee, ele me ensina a dançar e até me transforma em bailarina... *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

Falando sério, não sei vocês, mas pelo menos eu, todos os dias me surpreendo / me apaixono por Danny Ramírez

Deixando de lado o fato de que CLARAMENTE NÃO CONSEGUI PENSAR EM NADA MELHOR PARA DIZER, esse Tik Tok me dá uma ideia de escrever algo para você

PS: as duas músicas que ele dança no começo, UFFF, JÓIAS DA MÚSICA LATINO-AMERICANA RECOMENDADO 10/10

[bassvideoslesson]

#Enbarranquillamequedo

[cristinabcn]

Un Cubano, Con Corazón Currambero Que Grita: “En Barranquilla Me Quedo”

Un Cubano, Con Corazón Currambero Que Grita: “En Barranquilla Me Quedo”

[archivomusicalrumberos1]

Seleccion Colombia y Joe Arroyo En Barranquilla Me Quedo

[immediatebreakfast]

A tag game! Music is something that I really like, and since the rules is to lost five songs, then I'm going to put ones that I listen a lot, like repeatedly. Do mind that some of these songs are in spanish because that is my first language.

1) Amor Eterno by Rocío Durcal. This is an amazing song, and as a bonus it's straight up heartbreaking to hear Rocío mourn her husband with the almost otherworldly voice that she possessed. Do know that she is covering the song since the actual author is Juan Gabriel, but no one can deny that Rocío basically pours her soul onto that cover.

2) Black Sabbath by Black Sabbath. It's a really good metal song, and it's very spooky. I discovered the banda through Jojo's, and I was really surprised to see that I liked this genre of music. It's also weirdly calming? I don't why but it is.

3) La llave de mi corazón by Juan Luis Guerra. When I was little (and stupid) I thought that I would never like the type of music that my parents liked because it was "old and cringy"... Oh boy how wrong I was. This man has such good voice, and speak that it is a wonder to hear him, I love his pronunciation because it compliments the instruments, and the background singers. Also perfect music video too.

4) Computer Love by Zapp & Roger. It's funky, it's viby, it's amazing from beginning to end. Funk is a genre that I don't explore very much, but this song I love listening it on repeat. It's beautiful melody that is so cool on the ear.

5) Townie by Mitski. I love to hit my head, and cry while listening to this. My cat always watches in shame.

Bonus song: En Barranquilla me quedo by el Joe Arroyo. This song it's pure happiness transformed on the piano, the trumpets, the drums, and the booming voice of Joe. Of course I'm not from Barranquilla because I wasn't born there, but as a colombiana that doesn't know how to dance, at least I can pretend that I know how to this.

For tagging... let's go with @cattuladaily since I am curious about their music taste.

Thanks @greenlikethesea for tagging me into another music thing. The rules are to list five songs I actually listen to. I think this time I'm going to go with songs I have loved live. In part to reduce repetition, as I never got to see either Dave Carter or Mike Doughty live (though Doughty is still alive and touring, so maybe one day)

1) Story Time by Trout Fishing in America (live version not available, sadly)

Trout Fishing is probably the band I've seen live the most. My dad started taking me to their family shows (shorter set lists, in the afternoon, and with some songs written for kids) when I was six(ish) and we would see them every time they had a tour stop in our area. Story Time is probably my favorite song of theirs.

2) Laugh as the Sun by Rusted Root

Another Band I've seen multiple times. They are (were? I'm not sure if they still tour) a fantastic live act. You probably know them for Send Me On My Way, which I'm pretty sure was a decent sized hit back in the day (I am an ancient being)

3) Utakata by Kagrra,

Did I arrange to bring my then-fiancé to meet my grandmother the same weekend as JRock Revolution so I could see Kagrra, live? Absolutely. At the time they were my favorite band but I couldn't justify flying to L.A. just to see them, or even to go to the weekend music fest. But when my grandmother offered to help pay for us to visit her, since she was too old to travel, I could pick the dates.

4) Unleashed by Epica

It is probably best not to go to a metal concert that ends at two am on a work night, particularly one more than an hour away from where you live. There were no regrets.

(I saw them at a much smaller venue, with no orchestra. Still amazing)

5) Under the Same Sky by Miyavi (alas, all the live versions I can find have terrible sound)

The last concert I went to, shortly before COVID hit the US. Also on a work night, but I was working at a library at the time so being a little hoarse wasn't as much of a problem as when I was teaching.

Bonus song: IIID Empire by Dir en Grey

When I first heard this song on Vulgar, my heart broke knowing I'd never see them play it in concert. But when they finally did an American tour, it was still in the rotation.

As for tagging, let's go with @immediatebreakfast @babeluda @motsimages and @sharpbutsoft and anyone else who wants to play along. I always love to hear people talk about their favorite music.

[carlaerosie]

small cultural & Colombia/Latin related details from Encanto 🇨🇴 (part 3)

alpargatas - the shoes that Mirabel and other women in Encanto wear

COLOMBIA (obvious one and not that small but I love it, also it’s in the colors of Colombian flag)

capibaras - animals native to Colombia

mochilas - bags that Mirabel and other villagers carry

Día de las velitas (Day of the Little Candles)

wax palms - the palms that grow in Encanto are national trees of Colombia (they are also the highest palms)

Agustín playing En Barranquilla Me Quedo

there is so much more cultural and Colombian details in Encanto but I am not able to show them all in gifs unfortunately

the flowers that grow on Isabela’s balcony are bugambilias - you can see them mostly in Cartagena de Indias. all of the flora and fauna showed in Encanto is typical for Colombia

all of the villagers (Madrigals also) are catholic - you can see the church and the priest - it’s an important part of our culture and traditions

there is a song called Colombia, Mi Encanto sung by Carlos Vives (I refuse to believe there can be Colombians who don’t know who he is)

so yeah that would be it

I think I won’t be doing more of this because it takes a lot of time and phone storage but I’m really grateful I was able to share those cultural facts about Encanto with more people

thank you for reading! <3