Ernesto Lechner

¿Quieren rock, putos? Wearing a ridiculous rooster mask, Café Tacuba lead singer Rubén Albarrán (or Gallo Gass, or Rita Cantalagua, or Elfego Buendía, to name a few of the exotic monikers he’s adopted in recent times) taunted the audience at the Hollywood Palladium last year. The Mexican quartet had just......

Seeing Venezuelan salsero Oscar D’León on an average night is great fun indeed, but seeing him on a good night is the kind of experience that lingers — a grand, mythological Afro-Caribbean moment whose vivid details you are likely to share with your grandchildren. D’León appeared to be in a......

Summertime in Argentina finds the people of Buenos Aires deserting the gray landscape of the city for a couple of weeks spent bathing in the gray waters of the Atlantic Ocean. During January and February, anyone with a little bit of money in his pocket travels to a seaside resort......

The throaty voice on the other end of the phone line sounds quiet and taciturn, even a little tired, and for a moment it‘s hard to believe that it belongs to Joe Arroyo. But there he is, one of the key figures in the history of Colombian music, sitting somewhere......

My sister has always compared love to a delicate piece of china that should be handled with extreme care. You may get away with tossing it around, breaking it in two and mending it. Should you act with carelessness, however, the china will splinter into a thousand pieces, and putting......

You are the sea, and I your castaway. On a humid summer afternoon in 1976, a few months before my ninth birthday, my mother emerged from her bedroom, walked to the garden of our house in Argentina and unfolded a large piece of cardboard on which she had meticulously outlined......

OUR STORY BEGINS IN THE EARLY '90s, ON A NIGHT WHEN Gustavo Cerati happened to be in London and went to see the Orb in concert. That evening occupies a special place in the history of Latin music, for that night Cerati discovered electronica, and thus rock en español was......

Photo Virginia Lee Hunter Music is everywhere in Latin America. You find it in churches and love motels, empty train stations and crowded coffeehouses, at baptisms and weddings. Reality is experienced with excess. Tears are as bitter as bitter can be. Love is intoxicatingly sweet. Laughter is loud and hearty......