Speaker Phones and Reggaeton in Cuba

Osmel Almaguer

HAVANA TIMES — I get up pretty early to go to work. I head out onto the street, sleepy and without having breakfast, with my body still tired from the previous day – always too intense.

I’ll spend a half hour or more at the bus stop before deciding to pay five pesos to ride crammed into the back of a truck.

I’ll climb in and settle in as best I can, between a huge shoulder on one side, long hair on the other, and the stench from under somebody’s arm – though I don’t know whose.

To top it all off, in front of me there will be some young guy listening to reggaeton with the volume turned full up on his cellphone and inflicting that noise on the other passengers.

No one complains. It seems like it doesn’t bother them – but it does me. Still, I won’t say anything. I’m too indifferent to involve myself in what could even turn physical.

The truth is that reggaeton is a musical style quite popular in Cuba. It’s not that I hate it, I just don’t think 7:00 a.m. is a good time for any sound that’s so harsh and jarring.

The worst of is that this isn’t an isolated phenomenon. Even when I get to school I have to repeatedly call the attention of my students, who remain captivated by it.

Right now, though, cell phones must be the least of the problem in terms of the acoustic invasion (or pollution) we’re suffering.

Public transportation also participates in this orgy of racket, producing music that is usually unpleasant for its volume, poor sound quality, and even the musical product itself.

In buses, taxis, bicycle-taxis and private cars are added mega amplifiers that are bought in hard-currency stores and speakers from outdoor tourist establishments and discos.

Somehow I feel lucky to have this little column to express my feelings about this problem, while at the same time complaining about it as objectively as possible.

 

osmel

Osmel Almaguer:Until recently I would to identify myself as a poet, a cultural promoter and a university student. Now that my notions on poetry have changed slightly, that I got a new job, and that I have finished my studies, I’m forced to ask myself: Am I a different person? In our introductions, we usually mention our social status instead of looking within ourselves for those characteristics that define us as unique and special. The fact that I’m scared of spiders, that I’ve never learned to dance, that I get upset over the simplest things, that culminating moments excite me, that I’m a perfectionist, composed but impulsive, childish but antiquated: these are clues that lead to who I truly am.

4 thoughts on “Speaker Phones and Reggaeton in Cuba”

  • Reggaton es la k hay y va a seguir conquistando la america latina entera!!!

  • Then again, Moses, “the mind can make a heaven of hell, and a hell of heaven,” and I might just come to appreciate some reggaeton, like I did some disco. OTOH, hell would really be unbearable if I had to listen to an eternity of–Lawrence Welk!

  • Micheal, I’m a Protestant and I don’t care for reggaeton much either. And I believe that dialectual materialist, after they die, spend eternity in hell. Guess what kind of music they blast in hell?

  • My dream? To enter a bus, or collectivo, or taxi, and hear the golden voice of Barbarito Diez, or the soulful interpretation of Mara Teresa Vera, coming over the speakers! Perhaps in the next life I will hear such music. Alas! Since I’m a dialectual materialist, I don’t believe in the next life. At least after the end of this one I won’t be forced to hear any more reggaeton!

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