Showing posts with label Cultural Observations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cultural Observations. Show all posts

Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Reggaeton - Authentic "latinidad" or a lazy marketing ploy?

If you're on your year abroad in a Spanish speaking country, whether it be Spain, Colombia, Mexico or elsewhere, you are sure to come across reggaeton. This blend of Hip Hop, Dancehall Reggae and Spanish rap is often blared out in nightclubs over a sea of gyrating, twerking and slut-dropping revellers. To put it bluntly reggaeton is rude.

Stars like Daddy Yankee (see below) and Pitbull have helped this style of music cross to the UK and beyond with huge hits like "Gasolina" and "El Taxi".


 

Reggaeton has been called the first "transnational" music as it's impossible to specify where it first originated. Puerto Ricans will often claim it as their own seeing as many of the first reggaeton artists were Puerto Rican living in the US in the 1990s and early 2000s. Panama is also often touted as its birthplace with a precursor to reggaeton, reggae-en-español, taking hold there during the 1970s and 80s.

The diagram below shows how reggaeton developed over the years from two separate musical styles, hip hop and reggae, became translated into Spanish, Spanish rap and reggae-en-español, and eventually culminated in reggaeton in the 1990s in the US. Along the way a certain "Latino" flavour was added with elements of Puerto Rican Bomba, the mish mash that is salsa and other South American traditional dances being incorporated.


 

The music itself is characterised by its use of the "Dem Bow Riddim" a beat made popular by Jamaican Dancehall artists like Shabba Ranks (see below) in the early 1990s.


The artists creating those first reggaeton songs had grown up surrounded by the same cultural issues that affected African Americans in the US. Racism, poverty, the problems of urban living and the feeling of being ostracised by society in general are all synonymous with hip hop and would come to dominate reggaeton as well. In fact many Latino artists had been there at the birth of hip hop in the 1970s and would continue on the scene for the rest of their careers.

Listen to any more modern reggaeton song, however, and ideas of a deeper subtext geared towards social commentary or rebellion evaporate... Sex, money, partying and more sex is all that reggaeton seems to endorse now. The lyrics are overtly sexual, at times homophobic and generally misogynistic; in reggaeton the man most definitely wears the trousers.

Its similarities and links with hip hop have allowed this form of latino music to establish itself in the mainstream much more firmly than other past latino dance "crazes". In Madrid it's everywhere. Teatro Kapital has its own reggaeton floor and there are clubs that exclusively pump out its steady beat.

This ubiquity has become something of an issue though - in the mainstream US media it seems that reggaeton as a musical style has now come to represent the Latino community as a whole. Its stars are being used to advertise products to the Spanish speaking market and it seems that all US hispanics are presumed to identify with the ideas of Latinos it presents. Below are images of Daddy Yankee advertising Pepsi and his own brand of perfume for women:




In the first image the star is playing the "big boss" role. He sits dripping in bling, muscled arms rippling and covered in tattoos. The ad also includes the word "cartel" implying that he's somehow involved with drugs. The second image sees him reclining on a beach while a scantily clad woman drapes herself over him. Here he looks sharp and wealthy portraying the pseudo-aristocrat, billionaire playboy character. Both images are endorsing traditional latino stereotypes.

Rivera states that:

"Reggaeton artists have been used by the culture industry to promote and sell Latin urban authenticity as a tenable media representation of latinidad (or Latin identity)".
 
In other words the mass media is making use of these reggaeton artists in adverts as they see them as a quick fix solution to appeal to a Latino market. The star is used as the icon or epitome of modern Latino identity, hopefully ingratiating their product or service with Latinos and non-Latino consumers who are attracted by the "latin flavour" the artists provide. The Pepsi advert is written in Spanish implying it's meant for a Spanish speaking audience but how much do US Latinos truly like or identify with reggaeton and the messages it sends?

The stereotypes promoted by reggaeton and its artists are tired and outdated. Since the 1990s and early 2000s the Latino community in the US has changed significantly leaving the music lagging behind. The overly macho lyrics and music videos full of men in over-sized t-shirts or too tight vests surrounded by a harem of near naked women are just not in-keeping with what it is to be "Latino" today in the US.

Rivera also notes the recent appearance of "anti-fans"; Latinos who actively speak out on the internet bemoaning this over-generalisation and cliched stereotyping of their community.

It seems that marketers hoping to appeal to a Latino audience by lazily plastering their promotions with images of artists such as Daddy Yankee do so at the risk of alienating a large proportion of the community they aim to target.


References

- Flores, J (2000) 'Puerto rocks: rap, roots and amnesia'. in Flores, J. (2000) 'From bomba to hip hop: Puerto Rican culture and Latino identity'. New York: Colombia University Press, pp. 115-139.

- Nieves, Moreno. A (2009) 'A Man Lives Here' - Reggaeton's Hypermasculine Resident' in Rivera, R., Marshall, W. and Pacini Hernandez, D. (eds). 'Reggaeton'. London: Duke University Press, pp. 252-279

- Noriega, D. A (2014) 'Música, imagen y sexualidad: el reggaetón y las asimetrías de género'. El Cotidiano, 186. pp. 63-67 

- Rivera, M (2011) 'The Online Anti-reggaeton Movement: A Visual Exploration' in Prout, R. (ed). 'Seeing in Spanish: From Don Quijote to Daddy Yankee - 22 Essays on Hispanic Visual Cultures', Cambridge: Cambridge Scholars Publishing


Sunday, 29 November 2015

Spanish customs you may find strange...

1. Their Timetable or "Horario"


The Spanish are known throughout Europe for the strange hours they keep. You'll realise this when out late in the evening with your friends you look up to see young children chasing each other round restaurant tables as the clock strikes 11pm. Shouldn't they be at home tucked up in bed? Where are their parents?

We've all heard of the Spanish siesta which involves taking a short nap at around 3 or 4pm in the afternoon during the baking heat of summer (A tradition I made the most of during my time away). Not everyone also knows that going to bed before midnight in Spain is practically unheard of. They still manage to get up early enough to get to work and school every day; it amazed me how people could survive with such little sleep.

Meal times are vastly different from England with my grumbling stomach usually piping up round 1.30pm only to be satisfied by about 3.30pm when I got home from work. Dinner is hardly ever before 10pm and can go on for hours. The Spanish actually have verbs that mean "to stay up all night" and "to get up very early" - "trasnochar" and "madrugar".

Don't be surprised if shops shut in the afternoon to make time for siesta or if nobody arrives at the club before 2am - they're probably still eating...


2. Eating Standing Up


Speaking of eating, how often would you expect to go out for a light meal in England and find the restaurant has no chairs? This is a regular occurence in Spain with many restaurants like "El Tigre" in Madrid having a kind of shelf around the walls to perch your drink on and not much else. That being said these places are often mainly serving tapas or light bites to go with your drink; all the food at El Tigre comes free with a glass of cider/beer!


3. Throwing your dirty napkins to the floor...


This Spanish quirk was just so against everything I've ever been taught about manners that I just couldn't bring myself to take part. In many bars there are napkins on tables which you are encouraged to use and then...THROW ON THE FLOOR! There may be a kind of trough running along the base of the bar but more often than not you're expected to just screw up your tissues and drop them where you stand. Throughout the night a member of bar staff pushes a huge broom around the tables gathering up all the rubbish and carries them away. Would it not just be easier to put them in the bin in the first place?

Though often, the more napkins, the more popular the bar with the locals and the better the food!


4. They don't do cards...


This was something that my friend Cat and I discovered early on. The Spanish just don't do cards in the same way the British do. If you're looking for a tasteful birthday, valentines, anniversary, thank you or Christmas card you'll certainly have to begin the search with time to spare. El Corte Inglés, the main Spanish department store, has a pitiful selection and newsagents just don't stock them. There are postcards everywhere but be warned these are VERY unlikely to reach their destination! If you want a card/message to reach home it pretty much has to be in an envelope; all the postcards I ever sent never arrived.

If you're feeling entrepreneurial there's definitely a gap in the market for expats who desperately need a last minute card!


5. YOU buy the cake on your birthday


Unlike in England, where it's customary for your colleagues to club together and bring in a cake or a small treat of some sort, in Spain you're the one parting with the cash. When your birthday rolls around make sure to have a box of chocs ready to share out at work to celebrate. It's just the Spanish way; when its their birthday you'll be given your share of cake too!

Have you noticed any strange customs while in Spain? Leave me a comment below or tweet me - I'd love to hear about them!

Thursday, 19 November 2015

The Chino - A Spanish Institution

In my first few weeks in Madrid I discovered what would later become an essential part of life in the city; the Chino. These are the equivalent of the corner shop in England and sell everything from stationary and food to bed linen and crockery. We were forever popping out to the Chino for something or other.

If you're on the hunt for one you won't have to look far; any shop with the words "Alimentación" or "Bazar" on the sign is more often than not a Chino. They also often make a play on the famous Spanish department store El Corte Ingles and call themselves "El Corte Chino". The unequivocal king of the Chinos in my opinion is La Casa de Pin on the Ronda de Atocha; an absolute palace spread over three floors devoted to homeware, knick knacks and everything else you could want.




In Spanish the word "chino/a" means "chinese man/chinese woman" or can simply be used as an adjective to mean chinese e.g. "la tienda china". It's not surprising therefore that these shops are run by chinese families who have migrated over the years to Spain. Coming from England, where we're all so desperate to be seen as politically correct, I was a bit reluctant to use the word Chino at first, it just seemed a bit rude somehow.

We've all heard someone say that all English corner shops are run by "pakis" or make jokes about "Mr Patel" something which often comes across as racist even if it's intended to be funny. Here, just like in every aspect of their life, the Spanish take a more direct approach. The shops are run by chinese people or "chinos" so they use the same name for the shop. This might seem a bit demeaning but it's really innocent. I'm sure if they were run by russians or greeks they'd call them "rusos" or "griegos". Throughout my year in Madrid I never once heard anyone be racist towards a chino (person or shop).




If you're living in Spain for any length of time "chino" will just become part of your new Spanish vocabulary. Need a new lightbulb or adaptor plug? Head to the Chino. Forgotten to buy pasta or need some decorations to jazz up your new room? The Chino's got you covered. I even bought an emergency suitcase from La Casa de Pin the day before flying home as my mountain of stuff refused to be squashed into the two I'd brought with me.

What's more these shops are often open long after the supermarkets shut on a Sunday or Saint's day; something you will be eternally grateful for when you check your cupboards that morning and find them empty...

Saturday, 26 September 2015

The Book-Buying Experience in Spain

All of us who love books are familiar with the book-buying experience in England. In shops such as Foyles or Waterstones the emphasis is on the time to browse, the comfort of the space and in short the pleasure of being surrounded by books. Having worked in a large high street bookshop in Madrid for the last 3 months of my time abroad I can say that, although at first glance it would appear fairly similar to an English shop, the book buying experience is altogether different.




Above is a photo of the ground floor of Casa del Libro; the shop I worked in as an intern bookseller. The interior of the shop, like an English bookshop, is geared towards a good browsing experience; the lighting is warm, there are soft chairs and the books are organised by author's surname to ensure it's easy to find the one you need. But that's where the similarities end.

In England browsing is an artform; I for one can while away a good 2 hours just wandering from shelf to shelf taking down books that catch my eye. The Spanish are much more direct when it comes to books. Once a customer caught sight of an oversized green tabard (such as the one Miguel is modelling in the photo above) they made a beeline for whoever was wearing it to ask for the book they were after to be brought to them. They had no interest in browsing seemingly intent on by-passing it altogether. So unused to browsing were they that many people were unable to find a book by themselves even with signs denoting the shop's sections and shelves.

Maybe it's just the English dislike of talking to strangers but I know that as a matter of pride I would much rather try to find a book for myself and only then ask an attendant if I couldn't find it. Doesn't it also take the pleasure out of being in the shop if you ask someone else to find a book for you? The majority of the customers in Casa del Libro treated book-buying like shopping for any other product they needed. Many had done research on the internet beforehand and came knowing the exact title they wanted, asked for it at the front desk, waited for it to be brought to them and then headed straight for the cash register. Less a pleasurable bookish experience and more a quick trip to argos!

This is of course a generalisation and there were plenty of people who also spent significant amounts of time just enjoying being in the shop and seeing what was on offer. It was interesting to see though that on the whole buying a book in Madrid seems to be a much quicker, more practical task than in England.




One of my favourite bookshops in Madrid, Desperate Literature, attempts to counter this attitude to books. In my mind there's a fine line between creating a space that's too twee or a bit naff and a welcoming, cosy shop. The trouble it seems comes when the books begin to take second place to the pottery workshops/biscuit baking/finger painting etc. Desperate Literature manages to keep the focus firmly on the books while maintaining a varied calendar of popular events for its customers. Run by a couple from France and England respectively; an un-hurried, relaxed browsing experience is their top priority. International customers seem to embrace this wholeheartedly though I have seen a couple of Spanish visitors unsure what to do when offered a cup of tea while browsing...

This just goes to show that the Spanish aren't reluctant to adopt new practices when it comes to books. The idea of the cosy, comfy English/French bookshop is now becoming a fixture on the Spanish scene. Plenty of Spaniards have enjoyed spending time browsing for their books in shops like this for years. Take the Calle de Claudio Moyano bookstalls for instance; many a madrileño's idea of heaven on a sunny morning. What is clear, however, is that the large chain bookstores with their high footfall and impeccable customer service aren't going to slow down anytime soon.

Casa del Libro, Gran Vía, 29. 28013 Madrid

Desperate Literature, Calle Campomanes, 13, 28013 Madrid