The blog of photographer Kim Ayres

Guest Post from El Guapo

I love El Guapo. How can you not love El Guapo, with his beautiful mustache and laid back Guatemalan cool?

Today I hope to have some of that cool rub off on me by association, as the ladies' man himself has written a guest post for this site.

I first stumbled across his blog about a year ago from a link I followed in Andraste's link list, and was instantly hooked. Almost everything he writes can be read on at least 2 levels - on the surface is the wide eyed naiveté of the innocent abroad, but underneath is often a cutting observation of the human condition.

But the best way to read El Guapo is just to put on your best Latino accent and let the pictures flow.

Read, enjoy and add him to your favourites if you've not already done so


"Who do you know who's Scottish?"

This friend of mine. Kim.

"Nice! Is she hot?"

Bueno, Kim, Kim Ayres, is a guy. A Scottish guy.

"Remember that blonde with the big feet I dated? Her name was Kim. Why does he have a woman's name?"

I don't know. Maybe they have different names in Scotland.

"So, can Jessica be a man's name there?"

I don't know. Maybe. I've never been. I don't know very much about Scotland.

"So why are you going to see this concert tonight?"

I've been trying to relate to Scotland, so that I can write something for Kim, but when I try to speak to a Scottish person, I can't understand what they're saying. So, I'm going to see Damien Rice tonight.

"Is he Scottish?"

No. He's Irish. I figured it was the next best thing. The Irish fought with the Scottish in Braveheart, so I figured it would be similar.

So, I dragged Miguel to see Damien Rice last Friday evening. I had heard a couple of his songs before, but I would never call myself a fan. It's the type of music that you play when you're first dating a woman and want to show her your sensitive side because women LOVE LOVE LOVE Damien Rice. This point proved true because there were gaggles of women in groups and men being dragged along by their wives or Friday night girlfriends.

"Jesus Christo, all the women are going to think I'm gay because I'm here with you!"

I ignored mi amigo and looked at my surroundings. It was a large concert hall with several thousand people sitting down. I never understood how people can go listen to music sitting down. This guy was going to be playing with drums, guitars and a piano, but people were going to be sitting down.

The music was good. I was surprised, but more than halfway through the concert, people were still sitting down. It was obvious that everyone was enjoying themselves, but they just expressed it by nodding their heads. Gringos…

Then, in a song with some Jamaican beats, it happened. A woman, a blonde little thing, got up and started to dance. She was in the moment. She was loving life. She was loving the music. She was the only person in a hall of over 4,000 people who was dancing and it was beautiful.

She didn't have a care in the world and it was my favorite part of the entire concert. I stopped listening to the music and watching the concert and just watched her. I can't tell you what she looked like (other than the blonde hair) because I wasn't that close to her, but her dancing was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

People are so worried about what others think that they rarely let themselves go. This woman didn't care what the other 3,999 people thought of her dancing. She danced.

Sometimes, I wish I could do this more often. Dance like no one's watching.

Perhaps it is as I've heard, that the secret to life is: To dance like no one's watching; love like you've never been hurt; work like you don't need the money.

And it took a blonde being happy at an Irishman's concert for me to realize this.

Mucho Amor,

El Guapo


Mary Witzl said...

Bless her heart, she was probably either drunk or foreign. Here in our little town in Scotland that could never ever happen. Or if it did, her family wouldn't let her out again.

My kid's school samba band played 'Oye, como va?' here and everyone smiled and obviously enjoyed it very much, but no one clapped along with the music. I did see a few feet starting to get the idea, but their owners didn't let them get carried away. I didn't get up and dance either. My kid would never have forgiven me.

Sassy Sundry said...

How fun is that.

restaurant gal said...

EG--How nice to see you visting at Kim's place. How nice to read about someone dancing like no one is watching. Indeed, something to put on a to-do list--and then really do it.

Best, The Gal

Carole said...

Wonderfully put--well except for the gringos part--actually I liked that too.

When I first moved to St. Louis I went to a jazz club because some of the best musicians play there. And the very same thing happened. As singer got into his music, this lady perhaps 60 or older, let her heart and body go with the flow. It was beautiful. She had no idea that the rest of the patrons were enjoying and envying her freedom of soul. It started a real longing in me to learn how to be free of the constraints of what other people think (or what I think other people think) and just learn to be. I am not even close but your post reminded me, that I have a journey to continue.

Sayre said...

I got goose-bumps. It is always such a treat to witness such abandon, and to wistfully wish that I had the same.

Julie said...

A couple of years ago, I was at a Duran Duran concert with a friend. Everyone in front of us was up and dancing around like they did in their teenage years. The only people who weren't up and dancing were *directly* behind me.

So, we're shaking our booty like we're 20 years younger when we get slapped on the shoulder and told to sit down. We didn't, of course, because then we couldn't see. They got the security guy who said that there was nothing he could do because we were in our seats.

Sometimes you just gotta shake it.

BStrong said...

Words of wisdom inspired by a woman that took a hit of acid before the show.


I'm going to play in traffic as if there are no cars.

ADW said...

I love El G almost as much as you.

I have danced like that. It is usually after a bottle of Captain Morgan's, but it's still fun. I actualy think it is hilarious to do that kind of stuff and see the reaction of the prune-faced stuck ups at those places. Plus I love to dance and really, how many of those people will you ever see again and why should you care anyway.?

Eryl Shields said...

I haven't danced forever and ever. I used to go dancing on an almost weekly basis but these days, living in stifled Scotland, I only get to do it at weddings. Or, of course, in the privacy of my own home. But there's nothing like doing it to live music with a whole bunch of like minded people. Even if they are only wishing they were doing it whilst sitting still.

Sayre said...

Come visit my blog - I have a video of my son doing an impromptu performance wearing his halloween costume (a couple of days ago) and his only accompaniment is a happy bird.

PS... the video is sideways, so you have to cock your head to look. I couldn't figure out how to right it.

DCDireWolf said...

El Guapo clearly needs to go to a hippie band show. Somebody take him to a String Cheese Incident gig so he can blog about that.

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