Upon arrival to the packed bull ring full of screaming adolescents, we became a little unsure of our assumption that "Reggaeton" really meant "Reggae."
When a gangsta wannabe wearing a huge, white, furry coat entered the stage with his silver-sequined dancers, we were... quite sure we had been expecting the wrong genre.
Does this look like Reggae to you? ....Didn't sound like Reggae either.
Turns out Reggaeton is an English word too. It's basically urban, hip-hop, R&B, electronica; to us, a far cry from that Jamaican music we know and love. However, we didn't let a little genre mix-up mess up our night. It was fun to just blend in with everyone and enjoy the show. Thanks to Carlos letting us borrow the Ascend camera for the night, I have some pictures to show you!
Since a lot of the songs actually sounded the same, I lost interest at times and attempted to entertain myself with self portraits. Usually what happens with Jonathan and I and self-portraits goes like this:
- I hold out the camera in front of us and nudge Jonathan so he'll get ready for the picture.
- I take the picture.
- We look at the picture. I am smiling, he is inevitably making some weird/funny/scary face.
- We laugh.
- I hold out the camera and take another picture.
- We look at the picture. Jonathan is smiling. I am making a weird/funny/scary face.
- We laugh.
We rarely ever are both making weird faces or both making normal happy faces. This night was no exception.
Oh, and notice that girl above my right shoulder. When I am deaf in 5 years, it will be 80% her fault (the culprits of the other 20% are the girls who stood behind me at the Jimmy Eat World Concert last year).