jamie's wanderings

 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...

 How a tall dark reggaeton singer from Puerto Rico inspired me this week? Guys, its been a week. Between one thing and another, I broke down hard crying this morning. I won't bore you with details, but its hard to work within the self employed structure in Spain, and its not for the weak of heart. And its not stopped raining after 3 weeks of water water water everything, raging river behind my house and flooding to the west of us. Even the sweetest listing agent in the world I've worked with for the last 10 days told me yesterday that his own house was flooded. I had forgotten how this sort of thing triggers me from past experiences that today we aren't going to discuss. But in the midst of it all, I watched Bad Bunny, or Benito, a tall man who used to bag groceries by day and make music by night, win the first ever Grammy for best album of the year for an album done ENTIRELY in Spanish. And even more so, Benito's Spanish, that is from Puerto Rico, its own brand of vodk...