I mean, I can't not write about Benito's Bowl. I was dedicated and sat up until 2am to watch it. I twisted Andrew's arm, which isn't hard to do when you say music and amazing dancing are coming.

And Bad Bunny, or Benito did not disappoint. There is so much he crammed in 15 minutes. The imagery, the bodega, the taco truck which really does exist in LA, the dancers ,the broken light poles, the real wedding with the little girl that danced with Uncle Bennie and the little boy half asleep on the chairs.

Lady Gaga as the salsa wedding singer (NY!) and the cameos of all the favorites. Ricky Martin crying his eyes out as he pleaded we don't do the same with PR as we did with Hawaii.

And, the little boy receiving Benito's Grammy as he sat in front of a TV showing Big Bunny's win last Sunday.

Sigh.

I still have goosebumps.

Guys, this is real art. It confronts us. It communicates a need a passion a culture a desire a longing. It unifies or divides. It brings both JOY and Lament. Puerto Rican culture is unique but every single human being understand Joy and Lament and last night, we saw it all.

I lament in the people that misunderstood what was communicated last night. That they, just because the words weren't understood, thought that was all that could be communicated.

That in years past, worst vulgar shows were praised, just because they were in English. This one had kids, grandparents, a wedding! And dancing, oh the dancing. If we could only learn that dancing gives us the highest of joys and covers us in our lament.  And you didn't have to understand a word to understand it. 

This was abundance in so many ways. The shot in the arm we need. Love is bigger than hate. Let's live it and dance while we do.



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