To kick of December, Nolan and I travelled to Teguz for what
I’d like to call the piéce de résistance
of my service, the artisan fair. This year, both Nolan and I brought artisans
and I was the “coordinator,” in charge of getting things organized, sending out
communication and answering questions. Luckily, I had a great team of BZ (business
volunteers) folks to help me out with the catalog, charla, setup, greetings and
tear down which made my job as coordinator sort of a piece of cake. Still, I
like to think that I was a crucial part of making this big event happen which
benefitted artisans from all over Honduras.
This year’s artisan fair was a success. Although we had four
groups cancel in the last week, those who did show up were excited and
enthusiastic and it was a beautiful day at the Embassy. It felt like there was
less foot traffic this year from Embassy folks and there were also fewer PCV’s
due to a recent security restriction on “large gatherings,” all of which meant
fewer buyers for the products. We also had a different mix of artisans this
year, fewer pottery items and a lot more paintings. It turned out the paintings
were incredibly hard to sell, not a single of the three artisans sold anything,
but it was a learning opportunity I suppose. Despite these setbacks,
participants were positive, buyers were complimentary of the products and
logistics went smoothly.
My own artisan didn’t do that well in sales, but she at
least covered her costs of attending and got a chance to travel to Teguz and
interact with some interesting clients. While I never think about the community
where we live as having a distinct ethnic identity when we’re at home, when we
travel, it becomes very clear that the people in our area are not quite like
other Hondurans. The people here not only have a different appearance (shorter,
darker, different facial features), they also have different personality/cultural
characteristics. My artisan was the only woman wearing a long colored skirt,
the vestige of traditional Lenca dress here. She was the only woman who wore
her hair loosely tied back and slightly disheveled, probably more related to
socio-economic status than ethnicity (although the two are linked). She was
quiet, timid, and reserved, choosing to sit serenely at her table while others
flitted about, chatting with others, yet another result of the cultural reality
in my site where women have no voice. She looked so small and isolated among
the artisans, I almost wondered if she regretted coming. But I feel like
whether she said so or not, the trip was a good experience for her, to show her
that she did deserve a table at the event because her art was just as important
and beautiful as anyone else’s there.
After returning home from the fair, we attended what may
have been one of the most interesting concerts of our lives. Our local
bar/restaurant hosted a Beatles tribute band from San Pedro Sula called La Revolución.
Apparently these guys are somewhat of a big deal (they are the only Beatles
tribute band in Honduras so, you know…) because we had to put a deposit on a
table in advance for L. 500 ($25) to get a seat. Plus we had to pay a L.100
($5) cover, which is double what the normal cover is for musical acts at the
bar. I’m not sure quite what we were expecting, Beatles look-alikes? Songs in
Spanish? Whatever it was, the band was all that and more.
They band strolled in about an hour after the scheduled
start time and we couldn’t really decide what to make of them. My personal
feeling is that a Beatles tribute band should only have four members,
naturally, but this one had five. I was okay with that. They were all wearing
nice little matching black suits and vests, very reminiscent of the early
Beatles wardrobe. Impressive. But one look at their faces and we were, well,
intrigued. The rhythm guitarist/pianist/harmonica-ist looked Caucasian with a
curly blondish little-too-long-to-be-a-mop-top hairdo and a nose that was
almost Lennon-like. The bassist was clearly more Latino looking, but had
decided to go for the Ringo-in-the-“Help!”-period look with a long cut dark bob
and sunglasses that looked a little like Ozzy. The lead guitarist was slightly
pudgy, almost American Indian looking, with long curly hair down to his chest
parted straight down the middle. The lead singer/tambourine man also looked
Caucasian (and with a name like Steve Atkinson, who could say otherwise) with a
tightly pulled back ponytail and full beard. The drummer also had a wide face
(maybe the brother of the lead guitarist?) and long hair. So much for
look-alikes.
The bang began with a bang, or should I say a shout, Twist
and Shout to be exact. They sounded about as good as you might expect a
Honduran-born Beatles tribute band to sound, in other words, mediocre. The
rhythm and sound was overall pretty good, but the Beatles simple chord
structures made that part easy. The intonation was a little rocky, especially
the harmonized parts where it sounded really off, and they even missed several
key lyrics. But they made up for some of that by having creatively invented
some Spanish verses for a few songs. The lead singer had a very strange voice,
like Lennon in his later years, a little more high pitched and whiny, which
didn’t really work well for the earlier tunes, but sounded perfect on Lucy in
the Sky with Diamonds and Strawberry Fields. The lead guitar wasn’t turned up loud
enough so some of the key solos that give Beatles songs their uniqueness were
drowned out. It was ironically obvious when they let him sing With a Little
Help from my Friends, that his singing was way out of tune, but we didn’t walk
out on him. I don’t think the bassist had anything lacking, but also didn’t
really have much to offer. The drummer was quite convincing though and the
rhythm guitar guy was probably the most talented of them all. He sang in an
eerily-Paul-like voice with almost a hint of a British accent in there
somewhere and killed on the piano ballads like Hey Jude and Let it Be. His
guitar was consistent and at least one of his harmonica solos was pretty spot
on (the other sounding like a cat in an accordion sort of).
Were they perfect? No. We’re they entertaining? Absolutely!
They were quirky and fun in the same way the Beatles were, cracking jokes,
dancing around and just being silly. They even did some great effects like in
Yellow Submarine doing all the background voices and noises. The crowd really
enjoyed themselves, singing along, doing call and response and dancing up a
storm, including the old guy sitting in front of us who must have previously
been a drummer because he was beating the table and stomping his foot like an
old pro. The crowd was the crème de la crème of La Esperanza, the rich old men
and some of their rich, college fraternity-like offspring. I think we were the
only table that didn’t order a bottle or two of rum or vodka delivered with a
bucket of ice and mixers. (I thought that was something that only wealthy
rappers did at NYC clubs….) And with the high price tag of entrance, we were
sure these people weren’t scraping by on subsistence farming. We ended the
night dancing as the band finished their fifth encore, after busting out some
Elvis and Stand By Me. This was probably the biggest group our bar has ever
hosted, and it was by far our favorite. December couldn’t have gotten off to a
better start.
Dance on...
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