This magazine tells about Queen's tour of Mexico in November '81. The quality of the printing was quite poor, especially in the aspect of the photos, I have tried to improve and clean as much as possible. There are many interesting things that are told, especially regarding the disorganization, corruption and brutality of the police. A story of how one of the most important groups in the world at that time had to play in terrible conditions, with a stage set up as for a village band. Forgive my English from Google.
Page 3 Queen Why was your visit to Mexico important By Jose Luis Pluma
Here are the reasons why we consider the presentation of the English Queen group in our country of great importance:
a) It broke the taboo of the time that no large rock group could visit us. They came, connected and showed it widely.
b) It established that young Mexicans have always demonstrated that they can behave in the face of such spectacles as long as they are provided with organization.
c) That rock has always been in demand since it emerged in the world and that it is very well manifested in Queen's concerts
d) That rock is an industry not yet properly exploited so that it can become a business and industry at unsuspected levels.
e) That rock groups do want to come and play in our country because they want to satisfy and conquer the new untouched market.
f) And that this remains for the history of modern music as something of such interesting nuances that it would change the Mexican music scene.
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And Queen came to Mexico By Jorge Reyes v. Can you can write about a group that is not your favorite, and you don't even have their records in your personal collection? well, not likely, And this was precisely the situation that Jose Luis Pluma, editor of this magazine, got me into when he told me that a special issue was going to be published dedicated to Queen. He wanted me to write something about the group. For a while I was thinking and I don't have any material on them, not even their records. So, I just started writing everything that came to mind, associations, ideas, memories. Then remembered the first time I saw Queen live in Germany in 1978, before my trip to India. I got the images of Freddie Mercury dressed in his black and white checkered suit like a jester. I don't know why, but ever since he arrived on the scene Mercury seemed apathetic to me; His way of acting became something like the personification of the male macho Homo [?? maybe the word is 'mariconismo'] and feeling the center of the universe. on that occasion Queen played the usual numbers "Bohemian Rhapsody", "Love of my Life", "We are the Champions" and other hits. The group did not impress me greatly and even left a little disappointed leaving the room before the group finished their performance. Queen did not interest me much in those days because many more important things were happening on the rock scene: it was the time of punk and the birth of the new wave and I was more involved with groups like Patti Smith, Television, ultra Vox, The Sex Pistols, Blondie and others. I was more interested in what was happening at the time than with a highly successful commercial pop group like Queen. The time was not suitable for it and if I went to see it, it was only out of curiosity, because i wanted to see as many groups in Europe as possible. And then, after more than three years Queen came to Mexico, they were to play in Monterrey and Puebla and offer what until now have been the best concerts of a foreign group in our country. I went to Puebla because it was an important event, it had to happen. I had Ideas about how people behaved and how everything was going to be. On the highway I met other people who had bandanas on their heads and handled the car they had been loaned by their father without precaution as they tried to impress their friends and their girls. Then we arrived in Puebla and there were no signs to find, people as always, wanting to be the first, they did not form queues. The beatings came and we wondered if this was the great organization that the promoters of the event had promised. We started to wait inside, sitting on the sand with a dreaded feeling that a quarrel could break out at any moment.
Those who were on the court threw sand at each other - well, at least it is better than throwing bottles or stones - and those up ahead stopped from time to time, they were as tight as in the subway at about seven o'clock at night. The PA played Jimmy Cliff music, reggae, nobody understood because they believed it was tropical music. Eight o'clock came but Queen doesn't show up... Then half an hour later the sound is magnificent, the lights (are not working??) [las luces no se diga??? Light doesn't say???] but the musicians play very well. People did not believe it anymore and they sang the songs and danced with the group - it was the best thing we had ever seen. But the yobs [The word here is 'nacos' which is derogatory slang] were not always missing - would they be the same as when Johnny Winter in Pachuca? Throwing things at the group, Freddie Mercury had under his feet a collection of tennis socks, cans and other souvenirs of Mexican folklore. Brian May was hit in the arm with a container or sock full of dirt. But Queen made out as if nothing happened and kept playing. They were at the height of the circumstances and avoided what could be a catastrophe and they showed themselves for what they are, a group of super-professional musicians. And then the concert was over, we quickly left for Mexico to avoid the building traffic. While I was thinking about the concert on the highway, It had been very nice. But I remembered with anger the transaction that the employees wanted to give us at Chac Mool when we asked for Queen. In the following days the press reports appeared in which they spoke of excessive drugs and violence. I wondered even then if any of the journalists who wrote those articles were really in Puebla at the concert or had been one of those who were up to their hats as they usually are; or it it could also be that there is someone interested in upsetting rock and youth. Who knows, In Mexico anything is possible. I remembered that on Sunday a Traffic concert that is not traffic had played in the DF with a Jim Calpaldi and a Chris Wood that is not Chris wood and I was also thinking about the Pandora concert in the city theater and which no one from the rock and roll press had given importance to and had not even attended. I thought that if it had been a foreign group that was present in that place, both of them would have been there.
Page 6 $ 7. The concert Monterrey... 9th of october 1981 by Fabian de los santos Castro
No, it was not a dream or illusion I had the privilege of covering the event. Experience the infinite happiness - along with five hundred thousand other souls - of listening and admiring a rock show to which souls fall - of listening and admiring a rock show to which one word falls like a ring on a finger: PROFESSIONAL.
Time: 9:18 pm, QUEEN, one of the finest exponents of heavy metal in the world, shakes the stadium and ten kilometers around with "Tie Your Mother Down" Joined with "We Will Rock You" and boy did they do it! a stone's throw away, I had before me a stage raised three and a half meters from the ground. loaded on the left, the special grand piano for Freddie; In the center towards the back, a base for Roger Taylor's drums, surrounded by lights and four steps that May, Deacon and Mercury used constantly in their stage movements - the only static soul is bassist Deacon. To make it quick, the same arrangement that you can see on the "Queen: Live Killers" album cover. what impressed me deeply, was the set of speakers ['bafles' Could also mean deflectors] at the sides of the stage, each one about forty meters high [Is this translation correct 'metros' = meters? Does it mean feet?], twenty wide, which meant the music could be heard ten kilometers around. He made his "Ride me" ['Llévame' It might mean Freddies "ride em" i don't know??? ] appearance, with all the staff jumping up and down; "Play the Game" heated the actions to become red hot with "somebody to love" soon Queen arrived as the true "killer queen", the strings of May sounded as complicated to me as the turbines of the plane in which I arrived in Monterrey; Freddie using that exquisite timbre of voice, always powerful and ready to qualify; John Deacon displayed a neat technique on the four-string guitar; Roger Taylor fulfilling the rhythmic appointments punctually, and achieving together with May, a sumptuous choral section that dresses the Queen's music in all luxury. "I'm in love with car" checked Taylor's vocal abilities in the lead voice. "get down, make love" was an impact that unleashed sensuality; all the pretty girls from Monterrey - I didn't see a single ugly girl in Monterrey - were to dance, and we entertaining the pupils. "Save Me", "Now I'm Here", "Dragon Attack", "Fat Bottomed Girls", they followed one another cleanly and quickly. May took his acoustic guitar, approached the microphone and spoke a few words to us with an excellent Spanish pronunciation: "Are you feeling well? We are from London, England; and for us it is our first time in Mexico, this song is for you" "love of my life" Something simply delicious. "Keep Yourself Alive" and all its energy, hosted a good drum solo and an excellent guitar solo. "Flash Gordon" burst in, raising the exclamation of respect for the studio version. With freddie naked from the waist up holding a acoustic guitar and Brian sat at the piano - who plays as well as Mercury - they made us rock and roll to the beat of "Crazy Little Thing Called Love". The climax is here ....... "Bohemian Rhapsody"; her prerecorded tapes of those operative and masterly choirs; the lighting crew spinning us, the dry ice transformed into multi-colored mist; Queen left us those moments alone, only to show off her synchronicity as the group enters unison to finish, what maybe, masterpiece. They say goodbye but people call them madly .... They return; again "Tie Your Mother Down" and the overflowing rhythm "Another one Bites The Dust" without forgetting "Sheer Heart Attack". They retire, the public knows that they have Queen in their possession; They turn us on again with "We Will Rock You". Once again encore is repeated, being the last, with fifty thousand spectators challenging the world "because we are the champions no time for losers, because we are the champions!!!!!" ... Magnificent concert in fullness .... Queen, one of the greats, that easy ..... Let's see how it goes in Puebla if it is carried out .....
And this is all i've done i have to work for the rest of the week, so if anyone else want to jump in and translate some it'll be done much quicker.
I sat down and translated a few more pages yesterday, all very interesting accounts, The disaster of a Press meeting is recounted here too, It was a meal and everyone was told to sit and eat in silence.
page 8 & 9 Queen In Monterrey Text and photos J. Luis Camarillo The city of Monterrey had no better way to commemorate the birth of the great contemporary poet John Lennon than to present the fabulous English group "The Queen." Everything was like a simple and ephemeral dream; At eight hours and fifty minutes on October 9, 1981, a well-known announcer from a local radio station (Lancho Pedraza) loudly announces "Ladies and Gentlemen, as of this date I declare Monterrey the capital of Rock In Mexico". Upon hearing this, the people of Monterrey, who are normally very reserved and calm, began to throw cheers and raise their hands with the classic sign of the fingers (Peace and Love). In Monterrey there are people who really love rock music and are present wherever there is; There were quite a lot of people from the capital, despite being several hundred kilometers away (by plane an hour and a fraction and by truck approximately twelve hours) The problem for the rock scene here now is not one of money, it is something else; If you think that instead of spending on five concerts of groups that no longer exist, you are going to spend on a single ticket to a current group such as Queen, Alice Cooper, Police or as the same employers of Queen announced Supertramp, then why not, Kiss. Many people had commented to me that they felt that Queen was decaying by trying to infiltrate into the mainstream of disco music ("Another One Bites The Dust"), I refuted them saying the change in style shows the versatility of the group the base of the rhythm was that, but the Queen trend itself was different. I verified this when I managed to take photos from above the stage just two or three meters from the members of the group. Brian May, Guitarist, excellent and that's when you realize that sometimes people can play in such a professional way they are almost perfect. The fury Brian showed when stricking his riffs was balanced by his sensitivity. I felt that vibration which few people you have felt, he had a complete confidence in himself, that is what makes people like him play or sing. Freddy Mercury, for his part is a true musician, playing perfect harmonies on the piano. I never knew he could play the acoustic guitar, but he does and very well in "Crazy Little Thing called Love"; but his performance as vocalist of the group is great or as other people would say, unique. This man is fantasticly full of energy and precision. John Deacon, bassist of the group that although apparently passable gave a precise and powerful rhythmic base, such is the case of "Another one Bites the Dust" despite what is said, when the people started listening to the first chords of Deacon He got excited and started patting the beat on his bass. Panels of light moved rhythmically to the beat of the music. These were managed by an electronic console supervised by an engineer who was in the center of the stadium and he was accompanied at about twenty meters high, with four light canons skillfully operated only by one person. All of this was topped off by Roger Taylor's powerful drums attacks. People did not believe what was happening before their eyes and ears, our reaction was increased to one hundred percent due to the closeness we had with the group. We listened to one song after anther and our tension was rising in stages. It's unbelievable how an organism can be directly affected by rock, and yet it is the truth. Someone out there once said "These concerts make the most of your adrenaline, you transcend your body, it is the true climax. If you do not believe it, try one day to be on a stage near a Rock superstar of the magnitude of these, you too will feel it".
Everything was very accurate the next day, but as is customary everywhere, the local newspapers did their thing. Out of the one hundred percent of those who write about ROCK, ninety percent do not know what they are talking about and therefore, first you have to research things yourself, know the roots of things, this is so you can speak with fundamentals. Not like the majority of those "Shoot first and ask questions later" careful fellow journalists of rock need much guiding. Camarillo III
Page 10 Opportunities for Mexican groups ... Which?
Chac Mool was asked to pay one hundred thousand pesos to perform with Queen. The Mexican group Chac Mool informed us that they decided to suspend their performances as the opening band for Queen at their concerts in our country because the Mexican promoters Juan Guterrez and Carlos Penafiel asked them for the amount of one hundred thousand pesos so that they could perform with the English group. This, we believe, is a classic attitude of the voracity of the national maciinal promoters, who waste no time to take an opportunity to "win something extra". We ask ourselves, is this the way you plan to support the Mexican groups that were asked so much of before the Queen concert? Chac Mool also reported that the promoters threatened to file a lawsuit against them if they reported what had happened to the press. Without a doubt, the promoters thought that they were dealing with fools and did not know that they cannot file any lawsuit against Chac Mool, as they simply complied with the clause of not opening Queen's concerts. On the other hand, what should be done is to publicly denounce this type of hoax deal, because no Mexican group must accept such conditions. We must stop the voracity of certain promoters who take advantage of the situation to commit abuses with groups. To comply with untrustworthy ones is something degrading!
Page 11 A chance meeting In Monterrey QUEEN No one recognized them Photos and Text: Fco Javien Fernandez
After having witnessed an extraordinary concert at the Monterrey University Stadium, where a peaceful and orderly event was held I made arrangements to leave for Mexico City. I confirmed the flight and went to the cafeteria for breakfast and to waste a little time. To my surprise I saw some familiar guys. I couldn't believe it, they were Roger Taylor and John Deacon, just sitting having some food. They were alone and ordinary, then Brian May arrived. No doubt it was the Queen group. With them were some bodyguards. I was apprehensive because I didn't know if i was allowed to approach them. I hesitated..... However it was not an opportunity to waste and cautiously I approached them. "Can I take some pictures of you?" I asked and a bodyguard said, "Only one" ... I answered, "Okay". When I did, John Deacon told me; "Hey, These photos you took of us in todays paper are very bad" ... I told him that I had not taken them, that I worked for a rock magazine and I also told him that I also thought the photos were bad. Neomi, the person who also took some photos in concert, meanwhile, asked for autographs and they willingly gave them. Then I asked for Freddie Mercury and they said, "He's at the bar getting a beer." I went there, I greeted him, I asked him if he could take a photo and he accepted. I did, thanked him and walked out. A few minutes later my flight was announced and I said goodbye.
page 12 & 13 The salvation of a broken (dinner) date with QUEEN By Antonio Malacara Alonso. Photos Camarillo Very seldom has so much secrecy been seen in a press conference, or any meeting where you want to present an artist to journalists, as had happened with Queen. As far as I can remember I have only seen it with Queen and Kiss. To a certain extent this is fine, as long as they do not forget the journalists who Specialise in rock, if too many are invited to this type of event, the casts and friends of the friends become so much, that the fluidity and the success of the interview is spoiled. Capital Records, who organized the event (A dinner) with Queen for the media in their own premises, equipped a good group of security guards at the door to avoid "misunderstandings" with opportunists; they even carried walkie talkies. It was okay, as we were on the list, there was no queue ... we passed. It was about nine o'clock at night, the appointment was at 8:30 And, what a surprise! It's good that the entrance was difficult but ... there were about eighteen guests! and ten of us were rockers in the connected magazine industry, rock-pop, sound, excelsior, Uno masuno ... There were places for more than a hundred people, it about was nine, nine thirty and only us eighteen were there. At around ten fifteen Mercury, May, Deacon and Taylor arrived, we barely filled half the seats, I guess at most half the quota. I suppose that happened because many journalists work at night ... Well, what bothered us the most - as in the unveiling of the figure of John Lennon in the Museum of the City - was to see the formality of the attendees: Stiff neckties and seriousness ... The event at first did not turn out what was desired and expected by all, lacked attendance and also Queen appeared minutes late. Then Capitol wanted us all to have dinner at our respective table, in holy peace (as if we were in our house) they took Queen aside and and we could only see them out of the corner of our eye... One of the most effective and famous groups in the world and from whom, by the way, it has always been so difficult in Mexico to get fresh information and new photos. All the photographers, professionals and individuals (here), could not leave the table assigned to see the quartet... of course! Faced with such a situation, it was clear that Capitol Records wanted one thing, we wanted another and the members of the group just looked tired or bored, I didn't know what was going to happen... Thankfully, the best happened. Although we still did not eat dinner and my guts were ringing and ringing with hunger, Capitol, or the advisers of Queen decided to forget the food, the utopian plan that we would have dinner together with them eating in silent madness. Instead Freddie, Brian, Roger and John scattered in the lounge and chatted informally with everyone. It was the best and I know the meeting was saved. At 11:15 or 11:30, the boys left and we all had dinner now, in peace, in the company of the mariachi music that, according to what they say, the security guards did not let up for the English to play.
page 14 & 15 QUEEN Puebla also shook! photos: Camrillo by Fabian de los Santos Castro
Well, despite the doubts and fears - which even I harbored - the Queen concerts on October 17 & 18 of this year, were held at the Zaragoza stadium in the city of Puebla. Obviously there were more problems in this square than in the civilized city of Monterrey. Personally, I commented on the event of the seventeenth, which was the one I attended. Jose Luis Pluma stayed the two days, so he will detail the two dates. I have before me a copy of the Mexican newspaper - second edition-, dated Monday, October 19, 1981, signed by a certain Francisco Reynoso Torres, who titled his "Article" "Drug and deaths at the concert. Tragic disorder in Puebla. act Queen" And in a nutshell, colleague Francisco exaggerates, he simply reaches the point of yellowishness; "Hundreds injured and several dead..."; he does not provide names or verifiable data. "The resellers, who sold the tickets for 2,000 and 3,000 pesos." They offered me resale tickets at cost - three hundred and thirty pesos, to enter on Saturday, the day to which the "journalist" Francisco refers - "I was almost advanced on by drug runners, which was scary." Beers were sold in the entrance queues, and a grenadier offered: "Ticket at cost ... No? Then a little tuch ... no? Then some pastries?" "There were 150 thousand young people who attended the concert." One hundred and fifty thousand, they just wouldn't fit, at most we were fifty-five thousand; Maybe Reynoso Torres didn't even go to the concert. The Concert It was shameful that in the middle of the show - and what a show, and what music - some vandals threw things at these great performers, from shoes to bottles - which came to cut Freddie and Brian in the arms, as Camarillo testified that She took photos on the stage, even tights full of mud that fell between May's shoulder and neck, while she delighted us with a great solo in front of the stage. At that precise moment, I was observing the actions with binoculars, and contemplated the angry gesture of the super professional and magnificent guitarist. I have no words - even if it sounds like cliche - to describe such acts; even more, how we acted; even more, when what is simply heavenly, moving and unforgettable ... the best rock and roll show that has been presented in Mexico to date. For a millionth time, let's please reconsider, and make Mexico a place where great rock groups come to delight us with their art, it depends on all of us.
Pages 16 and 17 The event of the year in Puebla, Queen by Carlo F. Hernandez
We finally had an international supergroup offering concerts in Mexico. A seridor had the opportunity to attend the first concert that Queen offered at the Ignacio Zaragoza Stadium in the city of Puebla on October 17, 1981. I left together with several colleagues from Conecte to Puebla around 3:30 in the afternoon on that day, after dodging the intense traffic in the center of the city and on the road to Zaragoza. We took the highway to Puebla which, although it was busy, did not present traffic problems (but according to what they told me later, if there would be), along the way I observed the cars that were undoubtedly heading to the concert venue and that They went from very luxurious, to rusty old heaps [carcachitas] and obviously with guys from all social classes. There was no shortage of the broken down cars on the side of the road and groups of people hitchhiking. After an hour and a half of traveling, we arrived in Puebla around 5:30 in the afternoon. We immediately went to the Zaragoza Stadium (after asking like everyone else) and we left our vehicle a few blocks from the place. All the people who lived in the vicinity of the stadium, were leaning out of the balconies and windows or on the doors and roofs of their houses, watching the arrival of thousands of teens. On foot we did not go to the entrance as we anticipated a tremendous queue in front of the access points to the stadium. But we found out that there was no special entrance for the press, and we had to we line up in one of the queues that was full of people trying to enter through the insufficiently sized entrance gateway. After handing over my ticket and crossing the entrance, a so-called security person took out of my jacket pocket a camera that I was carrying and demanded a hundred paso to give it back to me on pain of locking me inside. When protesting he received a blow to the stomach. We identified ourselves as the press and they finally gave it back to me and let us pass. will the organizers take a hit off me? We pass through the feild but we settle in the stands on the left side with respect to the stage, to have better visibility. From there we observed guys with T-shirts that carried the QUEEN logo and some mantras that said "welcome Queen", all to the rhythm of the sound that played songs by the Stones and Police, it had been preceded by music by Pink Floyed. Inside they had soft drinks, cakes, group posters and banners. At 8:45 the lights around the stadium turn off and a spatial sound begins to vibrate the stage and ourselves while the lights that are brought up begin to rise until they are facing towards us. The concert, you all already know it in detail and wihich songs were performed. There is something that Freddie Mercury and Brian May will never forget: the shoes, tins and socks with dirt that hit May, as well as the two bottles that crashed on his feet. But you know what?; they were not intimidated and continued as if nothing was happening. Things got depressing at times, but we hope that all this improves for the next concert, it needs to be that way. On the way out we talked to some people and they told us that they heard the music perfectly well and saw the surprising reflections of the lights. I think they asked us more questions than vice versa. We got into the car after verifying that several musicians had been present there, we ate anything in a little shop we could and left Puebla. We arrived in the city around 2:00 in the morning still surprised.
Rock Comments The message: Carrying out a rock concert in our country is not just anything. If Artimex with Hugo Lopez, zamora and Gutierrez are going to do another one, it would be better if they do it well, otherwise we will take care of boycotting it.
Rock Comments If anything that the press said in its newspaper editions was not real, it would be better to unite and agree to send letters to the director of the newspaper to make him see that he only lives on defamation. Who are they to deceive public opinion by exaggerating and inventing news?
page 18, 19, 20, 21 I can't translate this whole article as there is the centrefold and staples obscuring the text on page 18. I will do a bit of it & the text on page 19, 20 and 21: QUEEN's luxury concert in Puebla (Matching the text with the Details on Bob's site it's about the 18th) By Victor Manuel Alatorre Photos camarillo
The city of Puebla, to be more exact, the Zaragoza Baseball Stadium, was to be the scene of the second presentation of the Queen group in our country. They had previously debuted in the city of Monterrey where they left a very good taste in the mouth of the thousands of fans.... ........................................ Some of us stood in line, others headed for the entrance door to see what was happening. Already being there, the classic little ball at the entrance doing its thing, sometimes beatings were organized and were given to those with no tickets, but in other time those too eager to enter with their ticket in hand would be smacked. This was one of the failures of the organization as there were only two access doors. After being detained for almost two hours (since we never found the entrance door to journalists) in sections and for merit they hit us with batons since with so many people who with a little speed were attacked like crazy. Once inside the stadium, a public made up of young people, girls, ladies, gentlemen and children awaited the appearance of the group. In the concert programs they said that it would start at 8:00 p.m. but it was almost eight o'clock at night and there were no signs that the show would begin. From the wall of speakers on the sides of the stage, songs by Police and the Stones could be heard. It was 8:30 am and the lights of the stadium continued to shine on the crowd gathered there (60,000 people). At 8:40 p.m., the taped music suddenly stops and the stadium goes dark. Nobody announces anything and it begins to sound like a jet engine that is turned on. In the shadows an impressive spectacle is produced because hundreds of flashes shine all over the radio, from the effect that it is a great battlefield where thousands of explosions occur, but with the sound coming from the horns it gives us the impression that the stadium will rise through the air, it feels sensational!!! !!
The music starts. The moment longed for after almost a decade had arrived. There was Queen, playing in Mexico. No one was sitting, everyone was standing, vibrating and chanting in unison: QUEEN! QUEEN! QUEEN!, There was Freddie Mercury in red pants and a black jacket, Brian May in a white shirt and black pants, John Deacon in green pants and a black jacket. Roger Taylor was not seen behind his gigantic drum set. The lights that illuminated the stage were incredible. A show of the highest quality, superb, impressive! After the sound of jet, Queen begins their show with a reprise of the song "We Will Rock You" in the manner of their live album "Live Killers", without interrupting the melody they follow with "Let Me Entertain You". At this point people are on fire and chanting the songs. At the end of that melody they immediately follow with "Play The Game" Mercury's voice is powerful and clear, it seems that the album is being listened to. The following melody when announcing it is very applauded and it is for good reason since "Somebody To Love" is one of the most popular songs in our country and we could say with which they became known here on a massive level. After this came "Killer Queen" where Brian May's guitar attacks incessantly. Again people singing the songs along with Freddie Mercury. At the end of this song, Mercury announces that the next song is "I'm In Love With My Car." The song was performed by drummer Roger Taylor. Although he does not reach the level of Mercury, he does very well. "Save Me" ensues where Brian May plays the piano. At this time the melody magically flows and the lights have the special effect of spouting beams of light towards a sky that was clear and very starry. My five sense were bombarded with a euphoria. The next song, "Now I'm Here", to my surprise is also chanted by the audience. It is in these moments when Mercury makes a small break prompting people to repeat vocal calls. The public responds magnificently to each one of them and unexpectedly the first and accelerated chords of, "Dragon Attack" are heard in which Mercury makes superb use of an echo chamber, while Roger Taylor looks and sings fast and accurately. After finishing this song, all the lights go out and the stadium is once again in total darkness. Suddenly a spotlight is lit only and Brian May appears who announces that the next piece is dedicated to all attendees in clear and perfect Spanish. This is "Love Of My Life" which is accompanied by barely audible bass and drums. Brian strikes his acoustic guitar. In these moments everyone in silence listening only to May's voice and guitar. Although most of the audience was calm, those up front began launching lattens of beer, empty cans and even the occasional bottle. The next song was "Keep Yourself Alive" where for the first time there were guitar solos that personally was the maximum ignition. There was a time when the computer-controlled lights coupled to the sound of May's strings made them seem like something from "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" but even that fell short of the magnificence of Queen's effects. For the first time in my life I heard what a 150,000 watt stereo is like. Something really impressive. Following a special sequence Mercury announces that "Flash" will be the next song and everyone will applaud frantically. The people looked very happy, everything was going to be fair, no flaws in the sound or anything that overshadowed the excellence of Queen. Those of the Front continued to get very worked up. At one point, one managed to break onto the stage but less than ten seconds later he was taken down by a not very friendly gorilla of a security man. Why do people from the public have to get on the stage? Would they want to kiss Mercury or May? This was just one of the many ways the group suffered during their show. The cans were still raining to the right and left, from my place I saw how Freddie dodged the projectiles that were thrown at him. Brian May was hit with a sock (the kind used by girls) full of dirt that caught him on the shoulder and in the middle of the neck. After another brief pause, with the stadium moving in twilight, Freddie announces that "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" is the next piece. Mercury appears on stage with an acoustic guitar and without he begins with the rock and roll chords of the group's most commercial song. At the end of this song, Mercury puts down his guitar and sits at the piano vocalizing the first harmonies of "Bohemian Rhapsody" and although he had not announced it, the noise from the public was heard in a big way. At the time of the thick choirs, the entire stage is turned off leaving only the Mercury at the illuminated piano and a tape made in the studio is listened to, which is the one that accompanies Freddie. At the end of the chorus section, all the lights are turned on again and May, Deacon and Taylor appear on their instruments to finish the "Bohemian Rhapsody". The applauses filled the stadium and the crowd roared QUEEN! QUEEN! QUEEN! Three explosions shake the stage, the smoke bombs and lighting effects set everyone on fire. With their fists raised they ask for more and more. The next song in the parade is "Tie your Mother Down" horns sound loudly, at this time (about ten spotlights) flood the entire audience with their light, this makes them more euphoric. After finishing this song, there is another small "break" the lights go out completely. Before they turn on, the chords of the song "Another one Bites the Dust" are heard and suddenly the stage lights up and Freddie Mercury is playing around in with a big Zapata-type hat and without a shirt; the hubbub is general, group and public in total communion. After finishing this melody, Freddie again incites people to sing with the first chords of "We Will Rock You", incredibly at times the instruments were silent and only the voices of the several thousand people who were there were heard. It had been almost an hour and forty minutes since Queen had started their presentation and it was clear that the end was near. The lights of the stadium returned us to ordinary reality. We had traveled without feeling it ... are we in Mexico? We had seen Queen in the city of Puebla !! ..... Until then we did not know if there were any injured or dead, as the capital newspapers said. It could be decided that it seems that people are getting used to rock, and if this continues, as a voice inside the stadium said, we will soon have more concerts. The only despicable thing that we witnessed were "small acts of vandalism" by insignificant groups of jerks who in the center of the city wanted to do their thing, but there was the law that fixed them. Good for the police in these cases since they denigrate rock and youth. Hopefully they apply the full weight of the law to those whom caused the destruction. Nobody needs these parasites, even their family detest them. We started our return at one in the morning, the road although loaded with transit, was fluid and thanks to the creator and the traffic expertise of those of us who drive, that night there was no car accidents. Hopefully with this the authorities of the DF and the state realize, that rock works well when there is a good organization behind it and that they will succeed even in the United States, masters in the United States, masters in these struggles. Good for Queen, Good for Puebla and Good for Jose Rota .... and Good for the public who behaved wonderfully inside the stadium.
Rock Comment: Who are those that spoil all the rock events in our country? Well, those who leave hours or days before the date of the concerts because they have a ticket. They put up to the front of the stage to stir trouble up. Those must be Eradicated!
Page 22 There was no where to enter the concert By Antonio Malacara Palacios One day before the first concert and we are not in a very good mood, we lined up in a long line to compare our tickets at the Saint Cosme Boletronico. In the offices of this publishing house they told us that the press passes had not arrived, that they would even give us when we arrive tomorrow in Puebla, that after a while ... Overall, at three in the afternoon on Saturday, and with the road less congested than we expected, we turned to the Puebla highway. The first sections, until reaching the crossing of the volcanoes, revealed several broken cars and a large number of patrols. Everything was quiet, we were going in good weather. After lunch we started asking about the Zaragoza stadium. Arriving at a large avenue full of parked cars after a little detour, we left the volkswagen down the hill and went back up to where the voices of the people could be heard, which would surely already be crowding the stadium. In front of us, other groups of people walked and behind were several more. Someone asks me if there will still be room and we conclude that of course, that most of the people had already entered and that it was around seven at night. From the stadium came a thick cool column of smoke simulating a gigantic boiler. The main door, and according to all accounts, the only one that had been opened to the public, a tremendous queue formed like four people deep, we asked if it was to enter and they said yes to us. There were many girls, as we had never seen at a rock concert. Behind us, a Fonky band was ending a tequila medium. Slowly the line advanced; Ruben went ahead to see what it was like at the door and returned saying that only those who were in line were entering. Suddenly the first commotion was heard at the door, some were distracted and ran to see what was happening; Three of the fonkys stayed taking care of the things and the others went to see what it was, to return seconds later and in full race to the door. "Orale, We can't be made to queue, We're no longer qeuing." However, several of us clung to keeping the line, which continued to advance. As we approached the gate and climbed the slope, we could see that there was not a single light outside the stadium, almost groping we continued advancing. When we managed to react we found ourselves in the middle of a human ball, we discovered a new row that was attached to the wall of the stadium and it seemed that only they were advancing. We did not quite understand what was happening when new shouting broke out, people began to run and several policemen to began release blows leaving people wherever they fell. We also ran well without thinking much. We tried to interview people from the organization or from Capitol (The record company representing Queen), but they wouldn't let us even get close to the ambulance door. People kept coming. We decided to sit and wait for it to settle down a bit. After more than an hour everything was still the same (or slightly) and I proposed that we leave, that Queen was not worth enough to get us into that mess. However, we found that one of our team had gotten lost and we couldn't leave until we found him. At the height of the chaos, a police officer came to us to tell us that there was a door behind where we could also enter. Queen was already playing, fearing that the officer would apply the escape law to us, we reached a level even darker than the front of the stadium, and indeed, we were able to enter through a door. It was worth it!!!!
Page 23 Queen! Eight years of effort! Four years of Promotion in Mexico! By Jorge Alvrez A......... (I think...) The events that I narrate below are essentially the way the group's LPs were edited and promoted in Mexico, and it is better late than never. I don't do it with eagerness to boast about my knowledge or to "make the beard" to those who, with their effort, their work and their visioin, made it possible for Queen's Rock speculator to be finally known to all of you. It is simply the story with the peculiarities and difficulties that it took to promote a rock group with different music like Queen - at a time when rock was not well seen, commercially speaking, outside of a small circle of followers. The first two Queen recordings arrived almost simultaneously at my request from EMI in England at the beginning of 1973. When listening to them I realized that although the first LP, the group -which by then already functioned as such two years before and did not suffer any major personnel changes in - took many influences from other supergroups of that time, in their second album, "Queen 2", they found their own style and initiation of their true future possibilities. I was amazed at the technique and sound of Brian May's guitar, which in the press clippings said: had been built from parts of the fireplace in his house. I did not know how this could have happened or if it was just part of the publicity that was building around the group slowly but continuously. The fact is that on side one of the "White Queen", I was hearing a whole incredible range of notes coming from that guitar - which sometimes sounded like violin to me and the hairs on my arms stood on end, which often happens to me. While in part two of the album: "Black Queen" the aggressiveness of Freddie Mercury was palpable; when interpreting his own composition he unleashed all his fury and sensibility: choruses, voices, instrumentation, entrances, exits ... the lyrics were the least of it for me, the quartet coupling was perfect! There was a lot of music in Queen. There was a new supergroup with different music! I immediately asked for Telex of the tapes and negatives of the cover necessary to be able to make the records avaliable in Mexico; also several copies to start the promotion. A week later, with the material in my possession, I made a quick visit to Antonio Garcia from Channel 58 in Guadalajara. At that time Tony had just opened a nightclub, La Manzana, and was constantly showcasing the most recent imported material. I felt it likely that Queen would be a success in these circles. In only a month we already had records on the market. Logically Queen belonged to our rock series on EMI-Capitol, "Holy Coalition", a name that I took inspiration from when attending the Avandaro festival (and that also appeared like this in Argentina) By the way that will come out again. And here is the paradox that happened with Queen during it's beginnings, we were in the midst of market saturation, with record companies all using the epic marketing of magazines like "Rock Power", "all sound of rock", etc. a lot of great quality material was lost in the number of releases of all kinds. At the time, the magazines: Dimension, pop, Mexico Canta and the early days of Rock Power, were not enough to achieve effective publicity for the large number of the groups we promoted. The radio, for its part, at this time was closed to rock music and with the exception of "Vibraciones" from Radio Capital [This was a 2 hour Radio programme showcasing Current acts], and one other theme that was placed (in youth stations, at least youth stations in Mexico City), We boycotted rock and came to the disaster of 1974. We all know that Queen was one of the groups most affected at that time. But the promotion continued to gain momentum and did not stop at any time. Thanks to good friends it was possible to continue talking about the group: Luis Arturo Carcamo, upon taking office as Capitol's new promotion and publicity manager, injected new vigor to the promotion of Rock, since previously with Jorge Aberto Riancho had not given the attention required to the rock music genera. For three years I was playing the group in my office at full volume until the moment when Miguel Reyes and his sales team thought that Jorge Alvrez had totally lost his mind. At every sales promotion meeting and conventions I harassed everyone talking about the quartet. Some listened and when I left Capitol, they promised they would not give up until Queen was played on the radio. Charles Andrews and Ricardo Rodriguez finally did it in early 1977: "Somebody to Love" achieved that miracle thanks to Adolfo Fernandez Cepeda from Radio Exitos, Queen was here to stay after four years of intense promotion!
It does, but it's worth it as although the reviews are quite repetitive there are some brilliant bits, the concert in Puebla should be made into one of those Urban legends TV episodes. I'm interested in reading it, so have to translate it for myself, so i thought I might as well post it in case others want a read.
They all seem to be reviews and accounts from the time, it's very Interesting, although very repeative, the next couple of pages seem to be dispelling myths, I've only got a very basic understanding of Spanish and not had time to type it into Google translate yet.
Observation, Analysis and Critique QUEEN! What really happened in Puebla? By Jose Luis Pluma Photos Camarillo
What actually happened at the Puebla concerts was not reported honestly by the press, it was instead decided to spread sensationalist lies. Since we were there, we will try to clarify certain doubts so that the people who did not see, can form a measured criterion.
Abuse of bus pricing: I took the bus because I wanted to experience, among all the stupidity, what could really happen without anyone finding me. And the first surprise that I found was that on Friday the 16th at four in the afternoon I was going to get my ticket to avoid problems: however, when I got to the window the dispatcher told me: "If you are going to go to Puebla right now It costs you sixty pesos, if not, it will cost you a hundred. And the quickest thing I did was shout: "Mexico Cool and dear I hope I die far away from you!"
Lack of signs to the stadium: Arriving in Puebla, the first problem was finding a lodging and, to top it all, the ads didn't look like those in the federal district. Anyway, going to the edge of the city somewhat resolved this situation, but only for me, because there were guys who didn't even know what was happening, the next day, I realized that kids had fallen asleep on the edge of the stadium. By the way, there was never an address or signs to locate the famous Zaragoza Stadium. You asked some people and it seemed that they didn't even live there, they would tell you they did not know. You would ask the taxi drivers and they answered you reluctantly: "It's over there!" pointing vaguely, in that sense more care must be taken. Instead of driving The Rock and Rollers away attempts should be made to make them welcome, what happened here was the opposite.
Lighting outside the stadium: Another thing that was very bad, there was a lack of lighting on the outskirts of the stadium, both for the entrance and the exit. More than ten tripped on the stairs, twisting their ankles or hitting their buttocks as they fell. What would it have cost for them to place a row of spotlights. Hopefully you do not ignore this observation; the darkness also gave rise to the sale of beers and bottles, since among the darkness they are shielded from prying eyes. In addition to this, it provides security to the public, forces order and avoids problems of slamming into doors.
Stairs to the field were missing: Inside the stadium, it was not easy to get into the stands, or get off the field. Stairs were missing! Those details were not considered. The injuries of dislocation of the ankles from jumping would have been avoided. It was also obvious that many people were looking for the toilets that they never found. No signs, no directions, nothing. They really gave the public what they paid for.
The police brutality: They did not touch me, in particular, but many who were decently waiting to enter were beaten no matter where they hurt and who they were. How can we remain silent in the presence of their animal instincts to attack defenseless young people and children! The policemen took care of them all and bled many without a proven cause, most only attacked back out of fear. Dear god! The wounded they mention in the press were the ones beaten by the police. Not even Flash Gordon could save them.
Another fan throws the dust: Inside, the pitch was not covered with thick tarps to prevent people from throwing dirt out of the stadium. They didn't think about that either. You already know how mischievous and relaxed guys are and if they are given weapons, they will mess around doing their own thing. Due to the delay in the group coming on stage these guys were getting more angry and bored. That exasperates and makes rock audiences very impatient. It should be taken into account not to let food, cameras, tape recorders or anything else pass, until you forget it!
The college kids with joints [blunts / weed]: These were the ones who threatened people, the so-called security (since they slammed three doors: two and a half, five and a half and eight at night) and the businessmen (who had no more minimal detail of what it is to organize a rock concert) And do not doubt that they raped a girl on the way out when she was looking for her boyfriend and they took her away in a car (a boy was beaten for defending her). The organizers are to blame for not protecting people properly, and they are still fuming tear gas! [Can someone translate this better? I'm not sure i understand it, Who raped the girl, the security? the businessmen? the College kids? and the slamming doors bit.... what does that mean?]
The return: At the exit, we were all feeling hungry, but not a single damn restaurant could be found. So the front window of a bakery was smashed in order to eat something. The thing about the crystal clear Chemis La Coste was that some thieves who took advantage of the confusion to loot (they got caught and their photo were even published in the press), Even after seeing this the locals never locked their houses, it was the opposite, they were seeing how everyone passed by in cars or on foot. It was the town gossip!
lack of transport: At the exit, everyone wanted to return to the federal district, Well, when we got to the station, we met the dispatchers who shouted: "No tickets until five o'clock in the morning!" ... The guys said: "Well, sell us some one-time tickets".... They replied reluctantly and attackingly: "Not until five" and even seeing the demand they would not get extra runs. The organizers (Artimex) did not think about this either. After having sold tickets for a concert for fifteen million pesos, there would be no harm in putting fifty or sixty trucks at the disposal of the people. It's Shit! That's why the kids tried to drive a bus and that's why a window and a station clock broke. It was not for lowerly!
Conclusions: Seeing all the serious events, we can only say that the only other time there was terror and death was in a soccer classic at the Azteca Stadium. Nothing here was caused by uncontrollable youth who cannot stop being impetuous, restless and innocent. Nobody protected them and yet the thing went smoothly. 'There were deaths' is laughable, Reading the nonsense in the press that, instead of helping, attacks the youth. They only worry about destroying and crucifying everything that smells young. If the authorities allow another concert, the press has to be fair. Oh and if they want a collaboration from us, we give it, but it will cost because we have had our experiences. Amen!
Page 26 This is a page of lyrics, mostly in English, there are a couple of typos
Page 27 An EMI Advert, for the "sacred coexistence of Rock music"
Pages 28, 29, 30, 31 QUEEN! QUEEN! QUEEN! Enough abuse NOW STOP! BY VLADIMIR HERNANDEZ G. Before the Puebla Concerts
On Friday the 16th in the afternoon, the day before the first Puebla concert that the English band Queen would perform, in our newsroom, in the offices of this, your CONECTE magazine, the highest officials gave the last orders to each and every one of the collaborators that we would cover the event, with the aim of a special and extraordinary issue. None of us had a ticket, or passes or badges, the kind that are popular in the specialized press; Nobody had provided them to us, not even from the organizers and businessmen who had brought Queen to the country, let alone munch from their recording house, Capitol. Strange measures were being taken, now, when we have to report on the performances of a first group visiting us, really in moments of current and future projection, at the height of their creativity and maximum levels fame and popularity! A Rare opportunity for us as practically the only youth and rock publication! Unusual and inappropriate, then, instead of giving the reporters their most careful attention ... they would hit them with sticks, as they always do when reviewing rocker meetings! Shocking and amazing at the same time ...
- "No one has tickets, everyone should buy them or try to enter through their credentials", -the editor told us-, "we have rented a van, a combi, so that everything is done together; they will leave in the morning starting from the house of the editor-in-chief" ...
After the last statements, with the details that each person would cover, the editor himself, as an advisory joke, ended the editors' meeting: "And please, guys, be very careful on the highway, absolutely no alcohol; it would not be at all pleasant if i was the only one alive to do the magazine next week ... "
The joke made me think, not of the possible misfortune of an accident, one side of the Popo or Iztlacihuatl, no ... but rather, I thought we could travel their in different ways and collect information from different angles and different times; And like two on one side and those on the other, with me taking my own path and schedule, ... I just hope and prey the joke does not become an omen..... Saturday afternoon; bound for Puebla
I let the morning pass and sometime after noon I set off towards the corresponding Bus Station, on the Metro, to San Lazaro; La Tapo was as usual, crowded, with passengers arriving and departing, the lounge and lockers were packed with suitcases and bags all destined for Puebla. There was a whole impatient crowd, with phenomenal queues and even fights, because of the tiny supply of fights, because of the tiny supply of a bus each exorbitant; all with the same destination: Queen!
When I managed to get to one of the information windows, they told me that towards the "City of Angels" there would be no space until very close to midnight And the concert was more or less planned to start at eight thirty! At the moment it was almost five PM; I had approximately three and a half to four hours to complete the 120 kilometer trip. So, having a new plan in a few seconds, I bought a ticket "heading" to Chalco! I boarded the bus and we left.
The route would take us to just Outside the city, it leaves you right at the toll booth to Puebla and Oaxaca. There I started the hitchhiking trip, It was with luck that in a few minutes a young man would pick me up and take me in a single ride, the hands of my watch indicated we were just ahead of six. The guy, a magnificent driver and the best conversationalist, would offer me a more than pleasant trip; He would leave me at the entrance to Angelcopolis, barely an hour and a half later, in a gas station, telling me: - "You must continue on the road; it will take you there bypassing the traffic population, until more or less very close to the Zaragoza Stadium; I am already very late for something urgent downtown, I cannot take you to the stadium, but here, at the gas station, there will be plenty of who will approach and help you ... "
I got out and, as he told me, in a few minutes, a mature man, driving a huge tanker loaded with non-flammable fuel, would greet me with a thousand smiles, he agreed to leave me at the next junction and only a couple of kilometers from the arena campus; Before going down, the atmosphere began to get me, from the outside, with lots of teens and typical rockers girls, heading towards where we all were going, to meet the Queen of Rock Opera in their symphony... ... and instantly a taxi passed me, it stopped a few meters ahead and realizing that it was stopping for me, I ran and caught up with it; We agreed on a price for taking the rest of the way, the driver told me: - "This is a very big, very important event, the presentation of this group; since the beginning of the week boys began to arrive setting up tents around the stadium and after Wednesday, it was hardly enough. I was taking more people from the bus stations, or leading them from here to the center, really, it was a long time since I worked so tirelessly. Today has been madness and I must have eaten my cakes, without stopping driving ... Of course here in Puebla we are used to celebrating parties and fairs with the visit of many thousands of people; Right now we are celebrating something, but, with this, this group ... nobody expected it, nobody imagined it. With so many thousands arriving who knows what will happen at the exit? No way that everyone can leave at the same time in trucks! Where on earth are they going to sleep ...?"
The man did not finish speaking, he stopped again to pick up two guys with heavy rucksacks, both very young, surely they were only just teenage, they looked as though they had only just started puberty. - "We have arrived!"- The most beardless one exclaimed somewhat triumphantly.- "We came in a taxi, from Mexico City!" - "You came by taxi?" - The driver asked them, "That must have been very expensive ..." -- "Oh no, not so much!" - They both stopped in unison, - "It was not so expensive; after all, we were in the terminal, at six, without any hope of getting a ticket and getting here on time and we did it in less than an hour and a half!" - "And did you bring tickets to the concert?" - I asked them in turn. -"Yes, yes, We bought them at the boletronico, for both functions, for today and tomorrow, we are going to stay! We were thinking of going to the Traffic concert, ... but we thought better of it, with what they charged for these, to a single show of them, we will see the two of Queen, and as you can see, even subtracting what we have gone through in the taxi, we still have plenty for the truck back to Mexico City. And with luck we even have enough for the hotel and meals to!"
After a few blocks, walking around the wheel, the driver refused to go on because the traffic jam prevented him from getting any closer. So we got out; the slowness of the circulation was evident; there was no place for one more car among the hundreds of people, all racing.
To get closer to the stadium we had to go up and down, through steep and broken streets; the arena was nestled on the slopes of hills and, before we saw it, still several hundred meters away, we could perceive music, rock! The Rolling Stones! .....
They were being played in a masterful volume, as an "invisible" show opening for Queen! (What would have been played before?) We continued walking, still together as we cut cross country and saw a lot of restless rushing; inter-solitary couples and groups, all in total happiness and youthful relaxation. Suddenly we looked up at the sky and above the leafy treetops the lights of the reflectors; We were approaching, after the bends, through the high part of the mountains and thus, we later saw, in the background, the high walls of the arena. There were hundreds of people milling around everywhere, with the background sound of the Stones mixed with the anxious murmur of the crowd that had already fled inside, from the stands and the central playing field; The sound was generalized inside, almost ordered in obvious presumption and outside, actually palpable ...
Already more and more people raced together, young people of both sexes, a few mature people and even children, running around or in the arms of their adolescent parents. Sweet vendors and makeshift beer bottle stands, taco and garnacha shops, cooked and roasted corn, drink, tecate and model vendors, ticket resellers ... suspiciously selling at the box office price and even cheaper; the tickets looked faded as though they'd been used to gain entry 3 or even 4 times previously.
I lost my two new friends in the turmoil as went down to find the entrance, the entrance doors were on the other side; I went down happy but agitated, in the middle of the fair, but a little worried that I could not finally enter ... ... it was past eight, and there were still so many people outside! And it became more and more difficult for me to walk and move around; I was among more people every second, no longer in hundreds, but in thousands. I Located the first door, the one flanked by cops armed with tremendous whitewashed clubs; they were not letting anyone through. I kept going around the stadium and, soon I saw a super crowd in front of the public door, I approached it, I knew it was going to be a titanic task .......
The pressure and anxiety heated up with every second of reaching closer the neck of a funnel of people reaching as far as it could to the ticket office; On the sides and edges, glued to the wall, there were queues, diverse, tight, and there, at the point, the crowd was tightening frantically and when I least imagined it, I was right there, in the center of the demonic whirlpool, trying to all means not to lose balance, stumble and fall, to end up trampled. Every minute things got more and more red-hot, ... in a ridiculous and exasperating slowness; I looked out at the head of the line for a better view and saw what the reason: The usual, "The super-motive!, The super scrupulous check-up and search by police. Shit! The usual and never ever! I Remember the patience and impatience unleashed, with Winter, With Mayall, With Purple, Boararkansas and in each and every one of the multitudinous concerts carried out in our country. From these eighties, throughout the Seventies, the Sixties, ... and I even remember; as a kid, during the fifties, I had practically the same experience in the historic cafes cantantes of the apoca!
Thirty years of rock ... and the same tale, but more unpleasant! Are these humiliations registered...?
What is the use of buying tickets from the government papa, in their ticket offices to avoid the torturous queues, the squeezes. Why do they give so much trouble to the respectable members of the public, when they as a consumer, at most, try to bring in maybe one or two cigarettes or a little bottle of liquor, in minimal quantities and personal use? When it's obvious that the drug traffickers manage to enter with kilos of goods and alcohol to do their business inside. It is clear that they do not go through these thrashings and searches; It is not possible, when inside you can see them with their huge packages of drugs, for sale ..... Obvious, inside, protected by the same corrupt authorities!!!
Where do the stupid orders to hit and beat come from ... Beatings for people who show up, with their tickets in their hands, that they have paid for carelessly, these are not criminals, but simple children, mostly anxious, who upon arrival find they have fraudulent tickets and whose only requirement is to see the show for which they have paid ...? If the organizers and the group itself have already had the sold-out sales for the two functions in profit, days in advance, Why not give some leeway to these young ones when they have supercompleted the economic issue, in expenses and earnings?
Foolish questions, and if there were answers they would be even more foolish! While we swayed, elbow to elbow, all rockers there, we realized that they were never going to get everyone to enter. Not due to lack of space in the stadium (although this could well have happened); but because the people who had not yet managed to enter, perhaps between twenty and thirty thousand fans, realized that in the face of such extensive searching, so long, so thorough, they would last all night, until dawn ... and also, we all knew that Queen must be about to start the show!
Then came the mob ... the cry of DOOR !!!, DOOR !! DOOR!! BANG! Do not be late!!!; first a shout, then the deafening choirs to the chest: DOOR !!!, DOOR !! DOOR!! And each one, showing above their heads, in pointed hands, their entrance ticket. What had been the use of buying them at the boletronicas government facilities by paying them the service of extras and supposedly to avoid resales?
At the entrance, seeing the "threat" of the crowd chanting, more and more police cavemen appeared in olive clothes, with protective helmets, brandishing their frightful batons.
The push was strong, forward ... and the screaming, phenomenal, What followed was an advanced study in how not to handle crowds. When the front row was close, the battalion of madmen began to strike, first the threat, then the bellies of men and women, without any difference (could they differentiate?) And one of them made their baton fly, hitting on collars, foreheads ... on shoulders, the entire length and breadth of its macabre circumference; disorder was transformed into a guerilla campaign ...
There is frolic of the public; But, first a shower of bottles begins to crash on the guards and later became like a torrential rain of stones and a thousand objects; the police, barking mad, can be seen, in turn, taking the stones and bottles to "respond" to the attack. And there you have them, the guardians of order, repelling the enemy, the antisocial mass of teenagers who are painted the colour of criminals ...
They are the most deserving of the greatest punishments and beatings ... or death itself, after a well-placed blow; to those deserving of the crime, more, much more, than the murderers, the bank robbers, the rapists, the terrorists themselves and more, still much more, than the hunger of the people, than the politicians, of illicit enrichment , more than the eculators of primary needs, more than the lenines or traffickers ..!
God ... what a disturbed and disturbed world! For shame!
- And, the people running, terrified, screaming, with a thousand woes of pain emitted, between the roars of the smashed bottles on both sides ... and, two, three and five minutes, (it was ten or it was fifteen ... .?) total confusion absolute madness unleashed ...
and, suddenly, the line of fans who had managed to sneak away, covering themselves as best they could, enduring blows and crashing and more cans and bottles, stones and sticks, "showing that they did it calmly, and in order" as ordered, began to move inward, and I with them! A rabid herd passed by the ticket clerks, who did not even ask me for my entrance, but they rushed to search me, between the legs and ankles, groin, waist, chest, armpits, arms and, surely, behind the ears! And just as they did with those who were ahead of me ... and behind. I thought that the worst was going to be in the past for me; but no, no! In front of me there were two lines of young girls, between seven and eight on each side and each one in an omnipotent pair, with luxury of force, they were searching me, slowly and in the greatest delay and, according to them, conscientiously; As I was going through the ignominious fence and finally entered the entrances of Zaragoza, I did not want to turn my face back at all, I wanted to leave that hell as free as possible, so gratuitous and lacerating.
Pages 32, 33, 34 QUEEN! QUEEN! QUEEN! By Vladimir Hernandez
The Crucial Moment the Zaragoza stadium, is calculated for 30,000 and up to 40,000, steep; The stands looked like bunches of grapes piled up, of people and, in the field, a mass, perhaps of 10 and 20 thousand more people ... and still small clearings, open spaces, especially in the stands, from where they could not be seen. you could see the stage. on the back and, something else in the field itself, how many more rockers could enter? I asked myself this about the grass, or, walking or wandering back and forth. I was able to get quite close to the front of the stage and, what an impression it would take me when looking at the sheer kilos of amplifiers and reflectors, platforms ... triggers, platforms ... smoke bomb triggers, and in the background, Roger Taylor's formidable drum-kit setup. Immediately, the lights went out, the music from the amplifiers was cut off and amid the screaming that was rising ever louder, the entrance music to the Queen show was heard. Electric and spatial hammering sounds, the ghostly smoking light platforms ... suddenly I saw Mercury, he emerged from upstairs, running towards us, waving, May, Deacon and Taylor appeared.... the gig had started. When everything was over, on the stage, the gig and the dances of Mercury, the series of difficulties and discomforts began ... someone took over the microphone, an idiot who wanted everyone to hurry out, to evict, he had no flattery, like, Marchense, nobody must stay inside! Get out! everyone Move! Leave! there won't be more! But then, after a few minutes, the opposite! "Please people, calm down, wait a moment, at the exit people are stuck, calm down! Do not all go out in droves, calm down slowly! You will not have concerts anymore, no, no ... if you do not calm down there may be a crowd crush, be calm!!" And things had to calm down, finally, because half an hour later, an acquaintance and I managed to leave, without being run over, and in peace?
Peace ... Peace is for the dead and I doubt to find it here!
- "where will we go?" I asked my friend. - "For now, to look for food, right?" - "Yes, like everyone else, where will we sleep? It is silly to think that we will find buses" And so it was, indeed; 50, 60 and 70 thousand people went out around midnight, all thirsty and hungry, and what did we find? Most of the restaurants closed to stone and mud; On any street you could see, however, the improvised stalls and beer vendors, we even passed by an official outlet, open, where they sold pure liters, from all markets, from tecate to loggerheads, and some groceries, who dry up their intoxicating sales through perfectly closed doors. And walking down the road, shoulder to shoulder, with the other thousands, soon we were in the center ... in the market portals and streets near the cathedral, around the square, Everywhere you saw the rush, some seated, others walking Still others forming circles, talking, singing, and still others looking for food that they could not find and, in the opposite cases, at gold prices; They would sell in the bus terminals and, where the most embarrassing shows were taking place, among the hundreds and thousands who wanted to return to whatever place they came from. In the A.D.O. We found golden hardwood open and got a plate of horrible potatoes slices, in miserable quantity with some powdered beans, in addition to a splash of carnation milk, at almost 200 pesos! We thought that we would sleep like the rest, under the sky of the Zocalian portals, at the entrance of some hallway or the jamb of any door, or on some bench ...or in fact any stool. But, I had allowed myself to be invaded by the desire to smoke tobacco and, with the desire to buy them, we began to walk in search of an open store or a pharmacy, and thus we wandered through various places in the center; Everything is closed, but we realized (how not to do it?) of incessant patrol, through all the streets, with cops hitting, turning off around here, ... intimidating the public, with their abusive and indiscriminately excessive authority.
We kept looking, moving further towards the suburbs, we were more than scared; You had seen how all those who were waiting at the stations were beaten and, with the police trucks passing and passing, with the piles of battered victims. And thinking that there would be more security in the portals, where they had taken the site, we turned joining the crowd. There, we managed to get some newspapers and, in one place, under the arch of the entrance to a hotel! We settled half wrapped in paper to try to alleviate the cold, on the same bench, just as a large number of kids had already done, knowing that we were not going to be able to leave this place until the next morning. The environment began to cool down even more, and many had already slumbered and started to dream, huddled with each other and crouched next to any wall ... we thought together and commented: - "Why a night concert, without taking into account, both the organizers and the authorities, where did the innocent fans go to spend the night ...? Why did those who had the responsibility of KNOWING that Puebla was going to be able to accommodate so many thousands of people outside of the regulars, the classic visitors, the weekdays visitors, the Queen fans and the relatives of those parties? Why, if they believed that after the concert everyone would return to Mexico City and their own other places of origin, did they not think to provide more transport, since there was not enough transportation? Why was this and other aspects not taken into account, such as the lack of food? Why not anticipate these vital, brain teasers? This is why (without in any way wanting to justify it, obviously) the front window of the bakery was smashed, Wouldn't it have been simpler to have started everything earlier and opened stores later? There were some kids, who were a bit taken. So we were wondering and complaining, watching as more people were falling asleep, when on the street, from a combi truck in the distance, something like crossover was heard through the noise, something like: "Queen! Queen! Queeeeeen!" They were a young, excitable group who were a bit taken. As they passed in front of us and, while they continued chanting, they waved with hand signs from their transport. I responded to the greeting, smiling at them and raising my right hand; they passed ... But in a few seconds they turned in reverse and stopped right in front of me, asking me to come closer; - "We did not go," - they said, "almost all of us from Puebla knew that the first performances and on Saturday, would be filled with people from all over the world, we all have tickets for tomorrow." -"Where will you sleep?" One asked me, answering himself with another easy question. "Here?" "Yes, like the others" "Oh no, no, no, no, no, you don't need to do that, I assure you, my parents are not at home and there are three empty bedrooms; if you allow me to invite you, we can go and continue talking there, listening to records, do you know? I love Queen, but I'm the biggest fan of the Beatles ..." -We go up and start driving, crossing the center, to enter an elegant sector. - "Has anyone got cigarettes?" I asked them. No one had, but the driver exclaimed: - "I know where to find them; there we can also buy a nice bottle of liquor, it is not always open; they sell through a window ..., and even more tonight, with so many people in the streets." We got the bottle, the cigars, and soon we were home; the owner had no keys, so we had to enter through a window. Then came the entertainment, the sitting in soft armchairs, the discreet drink for the cold and in the atmosphere and the music of those boys from Liverpool; we stayed up until dawn. talking and even laughing and when the sun was almost rising ... then each one chose a room and we fell asleep.
Sunday 18th Goodbye Puebla!
We got up, leaving the host still totally asleep ... and we returned to the center, illuminated by a sun, splendid; around the market we were looking at the headlines and notes of the local newspapers; every one was talking about the concert: "THE SPIRIT OF DEATH OVER PUEBLA!" "DRUG AND SEX ORGY!" "VIOLENCE AND THEFT!" "ASSAULTS!" "UNREST" "HANDS FULL OF DRUGS!" etc etc Actually, that was to make you as nauseous as we felt in effect ... a few seconds later my friend began to feel sick, dizzy, and to vomit, to throw up, surely caused by the potatoes and beans of the golden hardwood and, a gush of phrases: "Hypocrites! The very hypocrites of Puebla! Who were the ones who made every street and every corner invade with alcohol, offered from every window ...? Who were the ones who did the big business, making the atmosphere alcoholic, selling only drinks and more drinks, with no food, no buses, no hotels, nothing of nothing, just mistreatment, insults and extortion? Do you know how much they are going to get out of each rich young man?" We weren't going to stay for the second Queen show, but we weren't going to leave so soon either ... But we did, as soon as our stomachs started to feel good around noon, we got a couple of seats on a bus back to Mexico City , Home! And so, sitting comfortably, dozing as he passed by the poop, I thought I was hearing soft and quiet, but at the same time, calm, yet heavy, Queen, in her Bohemian Rhapsody, live, coming from the battery recorder of Some other fan, from behind the truck and who was also tired, who would also would return home, after a weekend at Puebla, after a weekend a la Mexicana, rolling and rocking ... ¡Me voy a casa, a casa, a casa! Me siento muy feliz, ¡sí, lo hago! [This is in English in the magazine so i put it in Spanish here. - I'm going home, home, home! I feel really happy, yes i do!]
Post by The Real Wizard on Aug 22, 2020 17:53:09 GMT
Thanks for taking the time to do the translation.
It simply compounds what we already knew - that these shows were sheer chaos for everyone involved. Massively underorganized and uncivilized. There was some ignorance of the finer details in organizing shows of this size, but no doubt some willful exploitation of power too. What a nightmare for people who just wanted to go out and enjoy some music.
Concerts were soon banned in Puebla for a decade - probably the only semblance of civility resulting from this.
Here is the English version of the magazine. I have made a document with the translation of emrabt. Some things I tried to correct, there are Mexican Spanish terms that are difficult to translate. First I thought of putting the text alone, without nothing more, but it didn't take me long to include the corresponding photos.
Here is the English version of the magazine. I have made a document with the translation of emrabt. Some things I tried to correct, there are Mexican Spanish terms that are difficult to translate. First I thought of putting the text alone, without nothing more, but it didn't take me long to include the corresponding photos.