Column: Maná brings the nostalgia to S.A.
Maná is coming back to San Antonio on Nov. 15.
But as proof that Maná really understands us, the band is planning to kick off their “Rayando el Sol” tour on Sept. 4. Because of this, we’ll still be hanging out in Corpus past Labor Day weekend, because we’re not the type to go all the way to the coast and miss a big show like this just because it falls on a Wednesday.
Maná knows us. They know we’ll come back home on Thursday and tell everybody who will listen about the show. They know que le echamos mucha crema a los tacos, too; they know that if it’s a good show we’ll talk it up as being 10 times bigger than it actually was, because they haven’t toured in a while and we’re beyond ready to see them. If it’s not such a good show, we’ll just chalk it up to the band being a little rusty because they haven’t come by in a while.
For some of us, Maná was the backdrop for the ’90s. “¿Dónde Jugarán los Niños?” was the official get-ready-for-school or -work CD. More important, Maná was the band that got the love of a lot of bilingual Americans who hadn’t really given rock en español a lot of attention. Maybe it was the youthful “Beverly Hills, 90210” sound in their early stuff, the grittier, sexier sound of their later stuff, the reggae beachy stuff, or Fher Olvera’s sounds-like-Sting-or-maybe-Bono voice, but Maná left a mark on the ’90s.
We’ve aged since then, and we tend to get nostalgic. We catch “Beverly Hills, 90210” while channel surfing and wonder what we were thinking when we’d rearrange our entire schedule to watch that show. We’re not wearing flowing, flowery skirts with Doc Martens anymore, but we wish we were. We’ve outgrown songs that wail, “Te lloré todo un río, ahora llórame un mar” or “Me vale, vale vale” or “es más fácil llegar al sol que a tu corazón,” but we remember when they fit perfectly.
Which is why this tour is the best surprise ever. Fher is pushing 60, so maybe he’s feeling nostalgic, too.
We understand him, too.