Los Delinquentes

My voice has dropped an octave due to lack of sleep and my eyes are puffy. My hair still smells like smoke after showering off the sweat from at least 20 different people. I have a deep smokey feeling in my chest from all the secondhand I inhailed and sore hips from the push and shove. All in all, a fabulous night!

I went to the Los Delinquentes concert last night with Inaki, his sister Irene and their cousin. I can´t remember the cousin´s name though, I´m a jerk. Here we are... (l to r, cousin, Irene, me Inaki).It was so fun! It was in a little club outside of Pamplona. Inaki said there were supposed to be 380 people there and it felt like it, which made it all more awesome. Here are a couple snaps from inside...
Packed! We got there sort of early and staked out a good spot. We had to hold our ground as more people started piling in, but used our excellent basketball skills and survived. And look how close we were.

Anyhow, Los Delinquentes seem like sort of a rastafarian meets folk music group. But there´s some rock in there too, pretty upbeat. Their lead singer is a tiny little afroed guy with a high pitched voice, but it works with the sound. At times he played a kazoo and it was actually quite similar to the sound of his voice. The crowd had great energy and sang half the songs for the group.

Culturally, it was just like home! The band came out, people freaked out, pushed and shoved to get to the front, sang, danced if they had room... etc. (I think you all know what that "etc." stands for).

At one point, the band was waving a huge pirate flag around the stage. The group got in a big circle for the finale and a few jumped in the middle and did little dances. Then they all put their arms around eachother and sort of mumbled a loud drunken sounding tune and shimmied off the stage. Good one. Inaki is a self-proclaimed expert at one armed picture taking (watch out Liz, you have some competition) and here´s one of me being really happy to be there, the typical Darby smile really...
Things wrapped up at about midnight, early, so we went into Old Town Pamplona and danced around at a couple bars for a while. Irene and I decided at the first bar, that though we can´t speak to eachother much, we know the other is nice. Yeah... I don´t know. The bar was a really long room with sort of a dance area in the back. This seems to be the typical set up for bars in Old Town. It´s pretty cool, the streets are pretty much deserted and quiet and you can look up at all the old buildings. Suddenly a door will open and music blares out at you and it´s packed inside.

Irene and her wiley ways figured out where the band was hanging out after the show, which happened to be right across the street from the firstbar we went to. The first one was called "Garazi" and the 2nd, "Terminal", just for my own memory, no story enhancement really. So, we walked across the street to Terminal and Irene basically went up to the band members and started making friends. She´s one of those gals who is always making friends. I just love that about her.

More pictures... The first is Irene and I dancing at Garazi (I think I look a lot like Kevin in this picture and it also looks like the girl behind us is very tiny and I´m punding her on the head) and the second is a sweet picture from Terminal. None of us are really doing anything, but I really like the picture.
Sorry the writing for this entry is a little lame. I´m still pretty sleepy. But, at least you have some pictures and a basic idea of my night. If I get anymore inspiration, I´ll share a tall tale. Now, I´m going to go shower again : )