Argentinian pop god

It was my host moms birthday and i, like a good daughter made her a cake, it liteterally looked like a piece of rounded out shit but it tasted amazing. After they all laughed and took their first bites with extreme caution i got praise of how good it was and many smiles. Due to the good mood, my host mom, sister and aunt decided to go to a free concert held in a nearby city. It was tuesday night about 9 pm when we left the house. I did not exactly want to go since i thought it was folklore music and this just is not my jam. I was somewhat dragged along, not really expecting much but boy was i surprised.

We arrived at the outdoor concert wherr there were another 2000 costal ecuadorians eagerly awaiting the entrance of the main musician. While the pre show acts were still singing their hearts out at a loudly booing crowd my tiny little host family, tiny meaning short, pulled my arm through the crowd as far front as their little legs could take them. Now lets rewind. I almost 6 feet tall walk into a concert of ecuadorians, immediately i can see directly to the stage from the far back, i can even see the performers feet from my view point. I did a couple 360 circles and noticed the only thing i could see were tops of heads, i made eye contact possibly 3 times with little kids sitting on their dads shoulders. So as i march through the crowd with my tiny family the grumbles got even louder, since ever step i advanced, took away the sight of at least 50 people. Anyway i mede it through without any fights so thats positive. Meanwhile we are all waiting for this main performer named bilma palmar. At about 10 30 he arrived and the crowd went wild. Micheal jackson on  his last tour wild. i was like wow this might be good after all. I saw the bass player walk on stage looking like he is right out of some awful emo band, and  a tamborine/shaker player with the same getup. Then the guitarist with long curly hair that touches his shoulder blades and a swinging rag in his back pocket, a little 80s but i can deal.

Once the whole crowd was jumping and screaming bilma the bilma took the stage. In his have to jump to get them on black skinny jeans. Black printed t shirt that just fit over his 42 year old bear belly and accompaning man boobs. This was matched with a pair of three stripe white addidas and long blond hair fashioned in quintisencial 1985 bus driver mullet. Within seconds i was jumping with the crowd, who can applaud a man with that much confidence. For the next 2 hours he sang songs that everyone knew the words, and fist pumped at least every 5 minutes. He tried to sing some american rock songs like "if i stay or if i go now" but the all spanish speaking crowd was not so into it. Lets just say with his kareoke voice and lost sense of style the man knows how to get the crowd going. The alcohol was flowing like crazy and they could not get enough.
 oh i love this place, but i really miss having other people from the states to share these experiences with