Swimming with the sharks this week is the energetic funk/rock of San Miguel de Allende, Mexico’s Pilaseca.
Music is about more than just the listening–it’s about the experience. Who doesn’t associate songs with their first kiss, the summer of 69, or that time John drove his motorcycle into the keg at that one party? Part of the music experience for me–what makes a particular band or song great–is the discovery. Some of the greatest music I’ve discovered has been the result of some the greatest adventures of my life. Pilaseca is the perfect example.
While celebrating the New Year with some new found friends in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, me and my new buddy Jay decided to wander out into the cool mountain night to explore. We had someone else with us, but for the life of me I can’t remember who it was. Maybe that’s because we were three sheets when we started out. Anyway, with a hall pass from the wives we meandered through the historical streets of San Miguel, dutifully making stops in the local drinking establishments to spend all of our money and prove our drinking prowess. We met some cool people, drank some good beer and listened to some decent music. It would have been, had the night ended after only the first couple of hours out, one hell of a good time. But the best was yet to come.
After about two hours or so of drinking and carousing, we heard the sounds of funk wafting up the street from a local bar. As we moved closer, we could tell we had stumbled upon something special. People were spilled out into the street, jumping up and down and keeping time to the music with the thumping of their heads and the swaying of their bodies. We’d found a party. We moved through the crowed street and somehow made our way into the bar. It was magic. People were sweating, dancing and singing to this sweet fusion of funk, jazz and rock. It was a virtuoso display of musical and vocal excitement–horns playing on the right, drums in the back, bass and lead guitar sharing the stage with songs inter-spliced in English and Spanish. Jay and I stayed in this bar and soaked in this incredible sound, communicating with people we didn’t know through the common language of music and beer. I left that night with a great experience, the memory of a great live show and, as I discovered the next day, two t-shirts and two CD’s I had apparently drunkenly declared I had to have. Pilaseca. Feel it.