Picture a crowd of thousands dressed in what people magazine tells us is indie. Better yet they picture indie pop artists in skinny jeans, v-necks and lots of polka dots and we all imitate.
I wear madras shorts and a tshirt.
The singer faces a particular challenge. A third wall that cant be broken where he sings for a crowd that in truth only half understands the semi mumbled subtext between the lyric lines. We speak spanish, he speaks english and the crowd frenzies when he says Mexico.
He raises both hands in the air, we mirror it.
Like zombies we follow. Then again, the same thing happens at church.
Heat is rising. My shirt is sweaty and his has changed color and though the observant eye is prone to believe that it's an Urban Outfitters thermo color change it really is just salt water.
People jumping up and down, the beer man is nowhere to be seen and we are all having the best of times.
That's mexican indie. When the mike points at us, the locale is at its quietest as we are put on the spot to enunciate the right lines. In that we are like our politicians.
Put them on the spot and they go quiet. Give them a mike and we all like what they say. We are swayed with th ekey words - mexico, gracias, you!
And look they even wear mexican hats.
It occurs to me that hydration might be of utmost importance right now however.
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