Running Away from Routine

It’s been nearly a week back at school. Re-adjusting to a busy daily routine has been tiring, but certainly not unmanageable. Really, everything has been same old, same old. Right now, I’m just wondering whether that’s a good or a bad thing.

I recently said goodbye to a friend who was leaving for a month to take a course in Patagonia. I commented that I was glad he’d be back before Spring Break, since I wanted to see him again before I leave for Chile in March. “You’re leaving again?” he asked, incredulous. “Do you hate it here?” read more

On Being an Adult

I turned 21 a couple months ago.

Was I excited? Sure. But it quickly subsided into a kind of ho-hum feeling, not negative, just indifferent.

Up until that point, I felt perpetually 17. Prior to 17, I think I always felt myself so old, so mature. After 17, I felt enormously incapable of being deemed “an adult.” I was repulsed by any “adult” activity and, upon encountering any such activities (traffic, filling out forms, etc.), would just mutter, “God, I hate being an adult.”

These feelings only grew in size last year when I turned 20, but instead of repulsion, they turned to panic. Two decades of my life, done. Like that. How fast would the next two decades pass? In despair, I remember donning my favorite pair of socks that say “Dang it all to heck,” slipping on my Asics, and tearing out the door on my 20th birthday. I then proceeded to run 5 miles, crying, while listening to Bad Suns’ “20 Years,” among their numerous existential songs. Not a shining moment. read more

Background

My original project proposal: 

How can something continually influence a culture it directly contradicts? Last year, I was privileged to study Spanish in Cuba with Colorado College. I immediately became immersed in the lively culture – claves reverberating through streets, passionate salsa dancers in the clubs, and street artists displaying works of beauty and depth. One aspect of the culture that I truly did not expect to encounter, however, was that of American rock and roll. Cubans deeply resent the embargo the United States placed on their country in 1958, as it strangled Cuba’s access to resources. Virtually anything having to do with the United States can breed animosity or mockery among Cubans, but rock and roll stands apart. More importantly, the Beatles stand apart. read more

Los Beatles en Cuba: Un Viaje Mágico y Misterioso

As mentioned in my proposal, in 1996, the Cuban Writers and Artists’ Union in Havana held a Beatles colloquium. Though the event coordinator, Ernesto Juan Castellanos, was unable to get the most prominent figures to come (Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, George Martin, Yoko Ono), many writers and affiliates of the Beatles either sent or brought information to share. Presenters gave lectures and speeches, read essays, and discussed various ways the Beatles made themselves known on an island where rock and roll was practically illegal. Castellanos took all of these talks and essays and organized them into a book, written in Spanish, The Beatles in Cuba: A Magical Mystery Tour. This book was an enormous aid for me. From it, I gleaned many reasons why the Beatles were able to rise to great popularity in Havana – reasons I could then reject or corroborate through interviewing Cubans themselves. read more

Itinerary and Questions

I tried to make this project as flexible as possible, but with clear goals in mind. Therefore, I made a list of the places I wanted to see and to go and a list of questions to ask people. However, that’s about as far as I could get, organizationally. Accessing information about establishments – their hours, who works there, if the establishment is still open or even exists – can be impossible in Cuba. So I wasn’t going to force it. Similarly, Cubans are very gregarious people; you never know where a conversation may end up with them. Therefore, I came up with the following questions merely as a reference, a basis to start conversation, allowing my interviews more freedom. read more

Submarino Amarillo, Round 1

Returning to Cuba was like reuniting with an old friend. The humid air, long lines, and 50s automobiles puffing out smoke, while a nuisance by the end of my time there last winter, were a comfort. I easily made it to my homestay – the house of my “Cuban grandparents,” Angelita and Silvino – and settled in.

The first night, I was too exhausted to interview, but still went to Submarino Amarillo for their cover band (it was Saturday, and Saturdays are the best at Submarino). It was definitely different returning there alone, but it allowed me to take in many observations, both old and new. read more

Parque John Lennon and “Imagine”

The first person I spoke to in this project was my host mom, Angelita. I simply asked her what she knew of the Beatles during the 60s. She explained that unfortunately, she knows little; at that time, her father had sent her and the family outside of the city to protect them. She assured me, however, that younger Cubans would certainly talk to me about it. While there was a lot of censorship and ultimately the prohibition of rock and roll, Cuba was and remains “un mundo de arte,” an art world. Middle-aged Cubans lived this world of art; listening to the Beatles was practically a part of their education, though self-taught. “La historia no se puede borrar,” – “The history [of the Beatles in Cuba] cannot be erased,” she explained. When Parque John Lennon was created, Cubans weren’t opposed. Angelita noted that you can’t deny how bueníssimo the Beatles’ music is, and she’s glad that Cubans of all ages now can freely enjoy it. She believes that the Beatles are still important in Cuba because they speak to the reality of life during the 60s – a reality that “no se puede ocultar,” or cannot be hidden. I particularly like how she used “ocultar,” a verb meaning “kept out of sight” or “disguised.” read more

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