Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I Dream of Daddy Yankee

This is a weird post. I had a dream last night about meeting Daddy Yankee.

I was in a mall in Seattle, no specific mall. I was about to leave, when all of a sudden I recognized a shiny haircut that could only belong to two people or the entire male population of a Caribbean island (Puerto Rico). Anyways, I knew it was El Jefe, the Big Boss, Daddy Yankee!

Wanting to play it cool, I walk up to him and go, “Howsh it going maaaang?” Like how he talks on San Juan sounds in GTA 4. His english is pretty good rhetoric wise, but come on, he sounds like a stroke victim when he doesn’t talk in Spanish.

He was excited I recognized him and signed a poster for me. I don’t know how he had this poster, but all of a sudden it was like this meet and greet signing session with people around. I don’t remember what he signed on the poster other than “Keep lifting 10lb weights.” He meant that in a nice way and I found it really inspiring.

I left the booth and roamed the mall. All I could think about was telling Estilo Blanco—wait, Estilo Blanco!—I need to get him a signed poster too!

After tearing back to the booth, I feel weird talking to DY again. Man, he’s going to think I’m riding his dong.

I told him about Estilo’s involvement in a certain blog which he may or may not know about. El Jefe gave me this weird look like he was offended that I asked. He ended up signing a poster for Estilo and then signed this other tiny poster for me.

What luck! Three signed posters, two for myself and one for Estilo. I left the mall feeling pretty cool.

I wake up at 4am, tossing and turning. I can’t believe I met DY and he signed these posters. Wait, was that a dream? No, it wasn’t a dream, I have the posters right here. Estilo is going to think I am awesome.

Sleep sets in again only to end with me staring reality in the face—It was just a dream.

I go to work hating my life, but loving reggaeton even more.

-Talento de Victoria

p.s. Daddy Yankee Mundial coming soon!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Reggaeton Reflections

In this column, we will talk about particularly special times where we have listened to reggaeton.

On February 4th, I had been on the road for two weeks in mostly cold weather climates. That day, I got into Phoenix, AZ where I had a room at the Embassy Suites in Tempe. I had a ton of stuff to do so I could not enjoy reggaeton right away, but I saw that there was an ipod dock so I could enjoy it later!

Then the next morning, I got up, plugged in my ipod and listened to a special mix of Daddy Yankee, Randy y Jowell, Wisin y Yandel, and Arcangel.

As I looked out over the pool and enjoyed the warm air, I pumped that reggaeton and felt happy to be alive. So perfect.

-Estilo Blanco

DVD Review: Feel the Noise

"A young man from the South Bronx dreams of making it as a rapper, until a run-in with local thugs forces him to hide in Puerto Rico with the father he never knew."

With a logline like that, I was expecting this to be one of the greatest movies I've ever seen. Then I found out that the "young man" is Omarion, who might just be the worst actor in the history of film (see You Got Served, for more evidence).

Still the idea of Puerto Rico AND reggaeton in a movie was too much for me to pass up.

So Omarion wants to be a rapper, and he's not very good, then he's involved in something that scares him mom into sending him to PR and Omarion acting like it's a PUNISHMENT! Right there I should have known this movie was going to be beyond stupid.

"Oh what? You want me to send me to a tropical island where they play reggaeton all day and drink awesome rum? I hate you mom. What do you mean the girls are smoking hot too?"

So anyways, Omarion gets there and he's all surly and he meets up with his cousin who really likes reggaeton. This guy is AWESOME, I wish the whole movie was about him.

But I had to turn the movie off after one particular scene. Omarion and his cousin are talking about music and the cousin (rightly) wants to make their music pure reggaeton but Omarion wants a hip hop style. So they fight, and the cousin says "look, I like 50 Cent and Snoop Doggy Dogg, but I'm not trying to make hip hop."

Then, I'll never forget this. Omarion says "Well, I like Daddy Yankee and, and, and, uh Pitbull."

CLICK end of movie for me. Pitbull is not reggaeton!

Also produced by J-Lo? She is bootleg PR.

Man I was pissed off
-Estilo Blanco

Te Amo by Makano

One of the problems of listening to a lot of Reggaeton is that you know the song but you don't know the artist.

They have been banging Te Amo by Makano on Latino 96.3 for a few months now and it is FANTASTIC.

I am trying hard to learn more about Makano, but it should come as no surprise that is from Panama (I like to call people from Panama 'Panamaniacs'). His musical style is very much like Flex, it's big, romantic, and truly sweeping.

Watching the video you will notice he hits a number of things on the Reggaeton Checklist
1. Puerto Rican haircut? Check
2. Ed Hardy Fetish? Check
3. Sunglasses? check
4. Love in his heart? double check

We will post more as find out about this up and coming young star.

Te Amo by Makano
-Estilo Blanco

Monday, February 16, 2009

EBay Finds: Puerto Rico Swimsuit

Of course, there is no doubt that the Puerto Rico bikini is mas sexy, but not all ladies feel comfortable in a Bikini.

That is why it's so awesome to see designers pumping out PR bathing suits for regular ladies.

When I see this, I like to think of a middle school English teacher (late 30s) taking a trip to Puerto Rico as a reward to herself. She gets down there and finds a HUGE tear in her boring black bathing suit, what is she gonna do? She goes into town and scores this sweet swimsuit.

Then later she is on the beach and she hears some Reggaeton, maybe some Randy y Jowell and she likes it. So she walks over to the PR youths who are playing it on their stereo. She dances with the best looking one in the group (who looks like Ken-Y, but taller) and has a wonderful time. Then later he shows up at her hotel with a rose or something more Puerto Rican, and takes her to a very classy Puerto Rican night club. Then he takes her to a mountain and reads her a poem he wrote in Spanish. Then they make love on that mountain and she cries when she leaves him at the airport. Then she gets back home and writes a novel about the whole thing and it gets turned into a movie starring Renee Zelwegger.

Swimsuits can be powerful if they have a Puerto Rican flag on them.