[Continued] Then, a pale spotlight on centre stage:
"BABALU!!! BABALUAAA!!!", a skinny Ricky Ricardo look a like, a forgotten out take from the "I Love Lucy" show, breathlessly pounds away on his conga drum. The Tropicana Orchestra joins in. Dancers in swirling skirts, hips swaying round and round delicately balance fake fruit baskets on their heads. Everyone is looking pretty tattered and frayed but that hardly matters tonight! The show has begun; the spectacular extreme!
I can't pronounce let alone name the rich smorgasbord of songs and dance that we are treated to tonight! The rich array of horns, percussion and rhythm instruments. The stand up bass. Tres guitars. We are treated to Son-Montuno. Changui. Guaracha. Mambo. Bolero. Merengue. Yoruba. Afro-Cubano. Every strain and combination of Cuban musical styles there within! The list goes on and on. Absolutely fabuloso!!!
The Cubans love speeches. Long, long speeches like Fidel gives on t.v. at night. Truth be told I'd make a pretty lousy Spanish Communisto. Instead we indulge in a little patriotic good cheer. Always a safe bet.
"VIVA CUBA! VIVA CANADA!", I cry out, pumping my fist in the air.
A sea of hands and fists wave in unison held high under the full Habana moon. Pretty crazy! Indeed they go nuts! Cuba's like that. It's truly an enigma. You've just got to love Cuba for being itself. Maybe it truly is impossible to figure it out. You've just got to experience it with your heart.
To be continued .....
Traditional Cuban song + dance @ Santiago de Cuba Diary 4
Afrocuban culture, song + dance @ Santiago de Cuba Diary 5