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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.
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.”
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.












