Like most people, I don’t want politics polluting my daily life. I don’t go to Reggaeton concerts to listen to the performers pontificate on policy. In fact, I don’t go to Reggaeton concerts at all. Maybe I would if the genre was spelled, “reggaetone,” but it’s far too late for that. If I’m paying an astronomical ticket price, I want to eat overpriced food, drink overpriced beer, and hear a thumping bass line that registers on the Richter scale of nearby seismologists.I don’t want the artists to detail their political leanings.
Unless of course I agree with them. Then there’s nothing better than listening to a miked up half-wit, explaining the pitfalls of the Green New Deal. Frankly, I’d rather hear them parrot my own internal talking points than repeat the same boring songs for 90 minutes. It’s nice to know that surrounded by all that money and smoke, some things, intelligent people can agree on.
When getting in argument with someone in your life, a trump card is, “a grammy award winner and multi-platinum artist is on my side of the issue.” They might try the same tactic and reference how certain podcast hosts and pundits agree with them. “Yeah, well, I have Daddy Yankee in my corner, so there.”
That last line usually ends any debate. Because winning a debate is not about making points, it’s about scoring points. And accruing the most celebrities to your side is the only surefire way of winning the day.
Shutting up and singing sounds like a riddle to me. If you shut up, you can't sing. Though the few times I've fallen asleep during the Ring Cycle, I would've gladly approved of the singers closing their yaps for an hour or two.
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