A Cocola's Report from the First Annual “El Dia Nacional Del Zalsero" in San Juan, Puerto Rico
Fan or press, it didn’t matter, this year I experienced the event with my cocolos right on the diamond of Hiram Bithorn’s baseball field in San Juan, Puerto Rico. I must of ate a half-dozen bacalaitos (fish fritters) the size of a human face – you work up an appetite under 95 degree sunny weather and the eardrum-hugging Son de Salsa (where the sound of music began.)
It was a much better experience than sitting in the pit. This time it was a personal, it was made for the Salsero and I felt right at home. Wait, I was home. I will admit however, entre nosotros acá (between us), diache (dang, darn it and/or damn) am I uneducated in the dance department. These dancers are brutal. Yes, I took notes.
La Zeta 93, Puerto Rico’s main Salsa Music station did it again. Me están costando un ojo de la cara (I am paying up the wazoo in travel expenses to be in attendance). No me puedo quejar, baile hasta los anuncios (I can’t complain, I even danced to the commercials).
También me fui andaragiar (being a
groupie) and found a great number of the singers, before and after the event and you’ll never guess what they were doing. Unannounced surprise appearances at a few hotels that shall remain nameless. Nene sí… That type of information is priceless, and falls under the (SCMCC) Salsa Chasing Maniac Confidentiality Clause. I am bound by the Singer/ listener privilege. Therefore, I
will not viagra versus cialis testify against any singer, their whereabouts or what they do and where they sing for free, and greet you and take photos with you, etc., etc.
“El Día Nacional del Zalsero” is a spinoff of “El Día Nacional de la Zalsa,” which occurs every third pharmacy canada Sunday of every month of March and has had a successful run of 31 year. This first annual “Día Nacional Del Zalsero was a pilot of sort, in jíbaro terms; “A quien le den pan que llore.” (“Who cries at the gift of bread” – it sounds much better in Spanish.)
Over 10,000 people were in attendance, which is about one-third of the usual
30+ thousand that attend “El Día Nacioanal de la Zalsa.” A success nonetheless.
The event celebrated the Salsero and they welcomed Salsa singers from all over Latin America. As rumor has it, Salsa lovers and
singers alike have spread more rapidly through the years than the common monga (flu that only Puerto Ricans get), minus the moquera (mucus, in abundance.)
Well, just to name a few of the phenoms of singers that were in attendance, sudando la gota gorda (sweating a fat drop of sweat; again… sounds much better in Spanish, especially if you run your thumb across your forehead and act out a burning sensation while you are saying the phrase) were: El Canario, Luis Enrique, Roberto Blades, Rey Ruis, Herman Olivera, La Sonora Ponceña, Puerto Rican Power, Don Perignon, Conjunto Canayón, Gunda Merced, Luisito Carrión, Papo Sánchez, Salsa Fever, Grupo Canela, Pupy Santiago, all under the watchful musical eye and direction of Isidro Infante.
Okay, I named them all, I can’t help it. You see all these incredible Salsa singers for the cost of one Heineken at the Trump Tower in a one day event, on one stage. I just has to brag about it. One day, I hope you experience the oneness of it all, as did I, more than once did and will once again real soon.
Que viva la Salsa, y que se chave to’ compai…