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| 芙蓉の花びら |
日曜日なので、穏やかな内容を書いています。
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| apple musiより |
ラテン・ミュージックがあまり聴き方がよく分からなかったんですが、ラテン・ミュージックのジャンルにアーバン・ラテン・ミュージックというジャンルがあるんだそうです。
GoogleAIによるとレゲトンとラテン・トラップの要素を融合させたジャンルなんだそうです。
レゲトン（Reggaeton）とは、1990年代にプエルトリコで誕生した、ラテンアメリカ発のダンスミュージックとあります。
カロルGは偶然、新曲のプレイリストを聴いていて都会的な繊細でシャープなサウンドとクールな雰囲気だと思い、スクリーンショットをスマート・フォンに残していました。
ここ数日、BTSがプラジルで大センセーションを巻き起こしている様子が、メンバーのインスタグラムで公開されていますね。
また今年のロラパルーザでサブリナ・カーペンターのライブはチリで開催されていましたが、すごく反応が熱いんです。
なので南アメリカのミュージック・シーンはここ数年マグマが沸る（たぎる）ホットさがMTV Video Music Awards : 通称VMA等色々な音楽プログラムやイベントで、見知らぬ情熱さや音楽への敬意の姿を見せていましたが、2026年現在、音が届く最先地としてミュージシャン達から愛され、聴衆からも愛されている、幸福な音楽社会なのでしょうね。
凄く前の話ですが、ポール・マッカートニーが旧ソビエト連邦で初めてライブを開催したことがあったんですが。
その時の映像が確かアップルかどこかで放送されていたんです。
ビートルズの公演が解散までとうとう出来なかったのだそうで、解散後、ポール・マッカートニーが公演可能になり、ポールの公演ですが、ビートルズと旧ソビエト連邦の人々との出会いのライブでもあるという、ポール・マッカートニーとビートルズの旧ソビエト連邦デビューライブだったんです。
野外会場の方々が時折映し出されて、途中ご夫婦がワルツを踊り出したり、Back In The U.S.S.R.ではポールが「モスクワンベイビー！」とアドリブを入れた瞬間、大歓声が巻き起こったり、私はそれを視聴しながら、本当は音楽ってこういうものなんだろうな、と胸が熱くなりました。
コンサート会場やライブ会場で余りに音に乗り過ぎても、冷静過ぎても何処か上手くないし、ミュージシャンや歌手の肉声に包まれても何故か人目を気にせねばならなかったり、怪我の原因は避けなければならないし、と少し面倒くさいなと私は初めてライブに行った時から感じていました。
中学1年生の時、先輩がサプライズでドラムとベース・ギター・ボーカルで大音量ライブを全校生徒の前でしてみせた時、乗り方を知らない子達が居て、どうしていいか分からなかったあまりパニックになり、ステージではなく後ろを向いて盛り上がっている人間を囃し立てているつもりで応援してしまったりしていました。
私は、分かっているコンサートやライブの慣れがどうのこうのというより、自分がチケットを買い、観客としてその場に居ることがどうしても理解出来ない人が2026年の日本でもまだ居るのだと思います。
音楽は好きか嫌いかです。
詳しいかどうかより、自分が聴きたいから聞くのだし、自分が触れたいからライブ会場に行きます。
長い間、音楽が好きじゃないんだな、と思う人達を沢山見掛けてきました。
”本を読まない人”という言葉のように、音楽があまり好きじゃないのに音楽を好む人達と自分とを比べて、音楽が分からない自分が私達より劣っていると勝手に思い込み、興味無いなら離れていれば良いのに、楽しく音楽の話をしていたり、壁に貼られたチラシを見て素敵な気持ちになっている私のような人間を、探し出してまで憎んだりする。
好きに聴いていいし、好きに観ていいのに、単にグッズのTシャツを着て参加するだけで、他者を威圧したりやたらと崇高でいるのをわざわざ人に教えたり、一人で音楽も選べないのかと舌打ちしたくなる時があります。
あの時、熱い歓声と称賛と歓びだけが全員一致で、後は只その空間と音楽に向けられていた映像に残っていたものが、今南米と呼ばれる各大都市に当然のように存在しています。
とても羨ましい気持ちで、音楽は好きに好きで居て良いのだな、と濃いドリップ・コーヒーで乾杯する気持ちです。
それでは、素敵な日曜日をお過ごし下さい。
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Since it's Sunday, I'm writing something gentle.
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| From Apple Music |
According to Google AI, it’s a genre that blends elements of reggaeton and Latin trap.
Reggaeton is described as dance music originating in Latin America that emerged in Puerto Rico in the 1990s.
Carol G happened to be listening to a playlist of new songs and thought the sound was urban, delicate, and sharp with a cool vibe, so she saved a screenshot on her smartphone.
Also, Sabrina Carpenter’s performance at this year’s Lollapalooza took place in Chile, and the response has been incredibly enthusiastic.
So, while the South American music scene has been sizzling with magma-like intensity over the past few years—as seen in various music programs and events like the MTV Video Music Awards (commonly known as the VMAs), where we witnessed unprecedented passion and respect for music—as of 2026, it seems to be a thriving music community that is loved by both musicians and audiences alike as a place where music truly comes alive.
This is a story from a long time ago, but Paul McCartney once held his first live concert in the former Soviet Union.
I believe footage from that concert was broadcast on Apple TV or somewhere like that.
Apparently, the Beatles were never able to perform there before they broke up. After the breakup, Paul McCartney was able to perform, and while it was his concert, it also served as a meeting point between the Beatles and the people of the former Soviet Union—it was Paul McCartney’s and the Beatles’ debut concert in the former Soviet Union.
The footage occasionally showed the audience at the outdoor venue; at one point, a couple started waltzing, and during “Back in the U.S.S.R.,” when Paul ad-libbed “Moscow, baby!” a huge cheer erupted. As I watched it, my heart swelled with emotion, thinking, “This is what music is really all about.”
This is a story from a long time ago, but Paul McCartney once held his first live concert in the former Soviet Union.
I believe footage from that concert was broadcast on Apple TV or somewhere like that.
Apparently, the Beatles were never able to perform there before they broke up. After the breakup, Paul McCartney was able to perform, and while it was his concert, it also served as a meeting point between the Beatles and the people of the former Soviet Union—it was Paul McCartney’s and the Beatles’ debut concert in the former Soviet Union.
The footage occasionally showed the audience at the outdoor venue; at one point, a couple started waltzing, and during “Back in the U.S.S.R.,” when Paul ad-libbed “Moscow, baby!” a huge cheer erupted. As I watched it, my heart swelled with emotion, thinking, “This is what music is really all about.”
Ever since I went to my first live concert, I’ve always felt it was a bit of a hassle—whether I got too carried away by the music or stayed too composed, it just didn’t feel quite right. Even when I was enveloped by the raw voices of the musicians and singers, I somehow still felt like I had to worry about what others thought, and I had to be careful not to get hurt.
When I was in seventh grade, some upperclassmen surprised us by putting on a loud live performance—with drums, bass, and vocals—in front of the entire school. Some kids didn’t know how to get into it, and because they didn’t know what to do, they panicked. Instead of facing the stage, they turned their backs and ended up cheering on the people in the crowd, thinking they were egging them on.
I think that even in Japan in 2026, there are still people who simply cannot understand why someone would buy a ticket and be there as an audience member—regardless of whether they’re familiar with concerts or live shows.
Music is something you either like or dislike.
It’s not about how knowledgeable you are; you listen because you want to, and you go to a live venue because you want to experience it.
For a long time, I’ve seen plenty of people who, I suspect, don’t actually like music.
Just like the phrase “people who don’t read books,” they compare themselves to those who enjoy music even though they don’t really like it themselves. They arbitrarily assume that because they don’t understand music, they’re inferior to us. Instead of simply staying away if they’re not interested, they go out of their way to find and hate people like me—who are happily talking about music or feeling inspired by a flyer on the wall.
They’re free to listen and watch whatever they like, but sometimes I just want to roll my eyes at people who, simply by wearing a merchandise T-shirt and showing up, try to intimidate others or go out of their way to lecture people on how “noble” they are—or who make me wonder if they can’t even choose their own music.
Back then, the only things everyone agreed on were the passionate cheers, praise, and joy—everything else was simply captured in the footage directed at that space and the music. Now, that same atmosphere exists as a matter of course in every major city across what is now called South America.
Filled with envy, I feel like raising a glass of strong drip coffee to the realization that it’s perfectly fine to love music just the way you do.
Well then, have a wonderful Sunday.
When I was in seventh grade, some upperclassmen surprised us by putting on a loud live performance—with drums, bass, and vocals—in front of the entire school. Some kids didn’t know how to get into it, and because they didn’t know what to do, they panicked. Instead of facing the stage, they turned their backs and ended up cheering on the people in the crowd, thinking they were egging them on.
I think that even in Japan in 2026, there are still people who simply cannot understand why someone would buy a ticket and be there as an audience member—regardless of whether they’re familiar with concerts or live shows.
Music is something you either like or dislike.
It’s not about how knowledgeable you are; you listen because you want to, and you go to a live venue because you want to experience it.
For a long time, I’ve seen plenty of people who, I suspect, don’t actually like music.
Just like the phrase “people who don’t read books,” they compare themselves to those who enjoy music even though they don’t really like it themselves. They arbitrarily assume that because they don’t understand music, they’re inferior to us. Instead of simply staying away if they’re not interested, they go out of their way to find and hate people like me—who are happily talking about music or feeling inspired by a flyer on the wall.
They’re free to listen and watch whatever they like, but sometimes I just want to roll my eyes at people who, simply by wearing a merchandise T-shirt and showing up, try to intimidate others or go out of their way to lecture people on how “noble” they are—or who make me wonder if they can’t even choose their own music.
Back then, the only things everyone agreed on were the passionate cheers, praise, and joy—everything else was simply captured in the footage directed at that space and the music. Now, that same atmosphere exists as a matter of course in every major city across what is now called South America.
Filled with envy, I feel like raising a glass of strong drip coffee to the realization that it’s perfectly fine to love music just the way you do.
Well then, have a wonderful Sunday.
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