My mom had heard about the concert in an email from the Fulbright office. Admission was free; all we had to do was pick up the tickets from the American Center. Though I had never heard of "Latin Salsa Hip Hop" much less Ozomatli, I thought it was not an opportunity to pass up. My brother and my dad were skeptical and ended up staying home so Owen could study for a chemistry test. They sure missed out!
When we arrived at the Ashok Hotel, the concert had already begun. We were scanned for bombs or guns or somethings, and I had to turn my cell phone and camera off and on once before the guard would let us in. Inside the tented concert area we discovered an eclectic mix of people. Part Americans, part Indians, some high school or college age and some who looked old enough to be grandparents. Some people wore sarees or Indian dress while others were in jeans and t-shirts.
After a short period of hesitation, my mom and I joined the dancing. The music was, unlike what they play at homecoming and such, smooth and easy to dance to. I guess most people would have felt a little strange at a concert, dancing with their mother, but I just had a good time.
My favorite part of the show was the grand finale when the band came off of the stage and into the crowd. They brought the instruments with them and formed a cross between a soul train and a congo line snaking through the audience. It was fun to see the band up close. In face they stopped right next to us to play one song.
All in all an unexpectedly fun night. I'm planning to get the CD soon!
2 comments:
Sounds like great fun! Glad you got to go!
What a great story! Thank you for taking the time to share. Keep posting.
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