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Mexican wrestling fans demand blood in extreme ‘Lucha Libre’

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Wrestler known as Gio Malkriado (top) fights with a fluorescent tube with wrestler Ciclope during an extreme wrestling fight at a temporary wrestling ring inside a car wash in Tulancingo Hidalgo, Mexico October 8, 2016. REUTERS/Carlos Jasso
Wrestler known as Gio Malkriado (top) fights with a fluorescent tube with wrestler Ciclope during an extreme wrestling fight at a temporary wrestling ring inside a car wash in Tulancingo Hidalgo, Mexico October 8, 2016. REUTERS/Carlos Jasso

By Roberto Aguilar

NEZAHUALCOYOTL, Mexico (Reuters) – It is almost nine o’clock at night and fans are anxious in Mexico’s Neza Arena, an old and dingy building in one of the most crime-ridden suburbs of Mexico City.

Impatient, they scream and whistle louder and louder to urge the fighters to begin the show, including fights that spill out beyond the ring.

“We’re extreme fighters, but we’re not violent. We already have too much violence in this country,” said Crazy Boy, head of a company that used to be called Total Ultra-Violent Disaster, or DTU in Spanish, the old name a reference to Mexico’s brutal drug violence.

The nine-year-old company has zeroed in on fans who want to see wrestling that is different – and bloodier – than Mexico’s traditional, deeply rooted version in which the fights are often more spectacle that real combat.

“People come here to enjoy themselves, enjoy what they see, and they’re always asking for something more,” added Crazy Boy, who declined to give his real name because he said keeping separate identities is key to preserving the sport’s allure.

Crazy Boy’s company was re-branded about a year ago in an effort to distance it from violent connotations and is now known as DTU Mexican Professional Fighting.

While extreme fights have become increasingly popular in the country, DTU has a lower profile than the more famous professional “Lucha Libre” circuit and tends to book smaller venues.

When the time comes for the Extreme Star Fight, six wrestlers climb into the ring. Once the fighting begins, anything goes. They bash each other with chairs and long neon lights, causing small explosions and scattering tiny pieces of glass everywhere.

The fighters, about half of whom wear masks, even use plastic knives and forks to hurt their opponents.

Quickly, blood begins to stain the faces of the combatants and the crowd goes wild, shouting even louder. The screaming and yelling goes on for some time as fans swear at the fighters who ignore them.

After 15 minutes of pitched battle in and out of the ring, a pair of winners emerges as a referee raises their arms in victory.

Their faces, tired and bloodied, still manage a smile of satisfaction. But it only lasts a brief moment as new challenges and insults come at them almost immediately.

There’s a heavy tension in the air for a few minutes as losers hurl insults at the winners, vowing to take revenge, which is all part of the show. But in the end everyone hugs and praises each other’s physical skills.

Ironically, a fraternal show of brotherhood marks the end of the night.

Many fans head for the exits while others seek out autographs and selfies with their favorite fighters.

Meanwhile, the arena’s cleaning staff begins to clear the trash and clean up the spilled blood that covers the ring, proof that this indeed is extreme fighting.

(Reporting by Roberto Aguilar; Writing by David Alire Garcia; Editing by Phil Berlowitz)

Frida Kahlo painting, unseen for 60 years, surfaces for sale

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A man hangs a sign as artist Frida Kahlo's painting 'Nina Con Collar' sits on an easel at Sotheby's auction house in New York U.S., November 14, 2016. REUTERS/Shannon Stapleton
A man hangs a sign as artist Frida Kahlo's painting 'Nina Con Collar' sits on an easel at Sotheby's auction house in New York U.S., November 14, 2016. REUTERS/Shannon Stapleton

By Walker Simon

NEW YORK (Reuters) – A Frida Kahlo painting that has never been publicly exhibited and whose whereabouts had been a mystery will be auctioned next week at Sotheby’s in New York, the auction house said on Monday.

“Nina con Collar,” (Girl with Necklace), a 1929 oil on canvas, will go on the auction block on Nov. 22 at Sotheby’s Latin American sale with an estimated value of $1.5 million to $2 million.

“This hung in a California home for 60 years,” said Axel Stein, head of Latin American art at Sotheby’s. “The painting looks very fresh. It was in a dark part of the house so the colors are vibrant.”

A man hangs a sign as artist Frida Kahlo's painting 'Nina Con Collar' sits on an easel at Sotheby's auction house in New York U.S., November 14, 2016. REUTERS/Shannon Stapleton
A man hangs a sign as artist Frida Kahlo’s painting ‘Nina Con Collar’ sits on an easel at Sotheby’s auction house in New York U.S., November 14, 2016. REUTERS/Shannon Stapleton

Kahlo died at age 47 in 1954. The following year, her widower, the muralist Diego Rivera, gave the painting to a woman who had helped Kahlo in the studio, Stein said.

The recipient took the work home to California. Now in her mid-90s, she offered it to Sotheby’s this summer, he said.

The auction house declined to comment on why the owner sought to sell the piece.

“Nina con Collar” is among the first 20 of Kahlo’s 143 paintings, Stein said. It prefigures hallmarks of the artist’s self-portraits, including winged eyebrows and the full frontal gaze.

The subject, a girl of about 13 or 14, stares directly at the viewer. “There is a sense of warmth and closeness,” Stein said.

As in some Kahlo self-portraits, there is little depth. The background is a mix of indigo and sky-blue; the face of the girl is copper-brown. She wears a jade necklace that appears in other paintings by the artist.

Artis Frida Kahlo's painting 'Nina Con Collar' sits on an easel at Sotheby's auction house in New York U.S., November 14, 2016. REUTERS/Shannon Stapleton
Artis Frida Kahlo’s painting ‘Nina Con Collar’ sits on an easel at Sotheby’s auction house in New York U.S., November 14, 2016. REUTERS/Shannon Stapleton

In international art markets, works by Kahlo have fetched more than any other Latin American artist, said Stein.

Last May, Christie’s sold a 1939 Kahlo painting for $8 million, an auction record for her work.

Sotheby’s has privately sold individual Kahlo works for more than $15 million each, said Dan Abernethy, an auction house spokesman.

One reason Kahlo works are so valued in the international market is that Mexico for several decades has barred their export to conserve the country’s cultural heritage under national patrimony laws, Stein said.

(Reporting by Walker Simon; Editing by Daniel Wallis and Dan Grebler)

Jose Guadalupe Posada: Prophet of the Mexican Revolution

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Jose Guadalupe Posada created his own tradition, beginning with the mechanics of his art. He invented a technique of drawing in acid directly on zinc plates. He drew significant and thoughtful commentary on the events of the time.
Jose Guadalupe Posada created his own tradition, beginning with the mechanics of his art. He invented a technique of drawing in acid directly on zinc plates. He drew significant and thoughtful commentary on the events of the time.

Guadalupe Posada the illustrator of ballads was the prophet of two revolutions, both of them violent. One was the armed mass uprising generally dated 1910-1921, from the fall of Diaz to the presidency of Obregon. When a Mexican speaks of “the revolution” he refers to this period, but more often, unless he is speaking of a particular event, to the ideology developed during and after this warring. Concretely, the revolution as yet has made no great changes in the social organization and the private welfares of most Mexican citizenry—largely still the contrary. It has, however, changed the public mind.

Revolution in Mexico now means loyalty to native values; means an attitude of facing mucky political and social messes and cleaning them radically; means mental honesty; and the highest respect for work. The cornerstone and yardstick of national value is the native: the peasant, the laborer. Your true revolutionary is likely to clasp more fervently than necessary, the heretofore “degenerate and ridiculous” peasant to his heart; and to kick spectacularly, foreign art, foreign systems, foreign images, into the Gulf or the muddy Rio Grande. “Imposition” —in the Mexican sense absentee landlordship of everything including land—is the factual and ideological heart of the heaped resentments which brought on revolution. The new social religion is a burning anxiety in Mexico to be true to herself.

The artistic expression of this national feeling ocurred before, after, and simultaneously with, the armed expression. Guadalupe Posada foretold, in pictures, the ten years’ travail he did not witness; and the translation thereafter, in pure artist’s values; the travail which bore the new Mexican image in painting, music, literature. Which bears a new philosophy, a new aesthetic, a living and great national art.

Guadalupe Posada was born in Leon, Guanajuato, in 1864, like most of the great men of Mexico from a middle-class, provincial family. Leon is a simple old town center of roads from great mines; Guanajuato is a sage-green and gray-brown state tufted and terraced and tunneled, of surface usually sparse. The landscape and the life of the people is biblical.

A flood famous in ballads in the year 1888 set young Posada to thinking about other places than Leon, and he went to the capital to seek his fortune, he said. Don Antonio Vanegas Arroyo, founder of the best known publishing house in Mexico, employed him as illustrator. The house of Vanegas Arroyo was not a business organization. It was a family. The children played with old cliches and learned to rhyme when they learned to read, and inherited the enterprise. Though revolutionary looters crashed most of the presses, and though vindictive bureaucrats later, accusing the house of pro-Church sentiments, committed therein vandalism, the children and grandchildren of the house of Vanegas Arroyo still edit its street-gazettes and print its hymns, plays, ballads and tales, tending its presses as if they were ancestral fields.

This broadside shows the image of Mexican bandit Jesus Negrete created by Posada. The broadside includes the lyrics of a ballad composed to Negrete.
This broadside shows the image of Mexican bandit Jesus Negrete created by Posada. The broadside includes the lyrics of a ballad composed to Negrete.

The eldest son of Don Antonio went mad when the presses were broken by government explosives. Don Blas, a middle son, is now the manager and editorial policy of the house. His mother, the wife of the founder, tends the expendio, the retail shop. She sits crocheting among stacks of leaflets and leather- bound prayer books, and gossips of current and past events with the fruitmen, the flowerwomen, and the occasionally slightly drunk troubadours who drop in to tell or hear the usual latest, sometimes in verse. These latest are still illustrated by Posada, though he died nearly ten years ago (in 1913). The cuts are sturdy enough for many reprintings, and as current events and personages resemble past, appropriate in subject.

Don Blas remembers Posada as an amiable man, already bald, with a fringe of white hair around his smooth dark skull. “He was very industrious. He began to work at eight o’clock in the morning and worked until seven at night. My father would enter the shop (we set up a shop for him after he had worked a while with us) with whatever he wanted to print, and say, ‘Señor Posada, let’s illustrate this’, and Posada would read it and while he was reading would pick up his pen and say, ‘What do you think about this little paragraph’, and he would dip his pen into the special ink he used and then give the plate an acid bath and it was finished. He got three pesos a day whatever he did, and in that time it was a lot because whoever had as much as seventy-five pesos a month was at least a general. Posada was very good-humored and peace-loving. He hated quarrels, and treated everybody well. He was no snob.

“One thing about him only, I suppose, could be considered a little out of the ordinary and this was that he liked to drink, but in a very special way. He saved all year, fifty cents a day, putting it in a little box. On the twentieth of December he broke the bank and sent the money to Leon, to his family, and they bought for him with it big barrels of tequila, high as your waist. Then on New Year’s Eve he began to drink, alone, and drank and drank till he finished all the barrels, which took from a month to a month and a half. For a fortnight after he couldn’t work, because his hands shook. He was slender as a young man but from drinking like that he grew very large in the stomach… And eight or a hundred litres of tequila a year finally killed him.”

II
In the house of Vanegas Arroyo the Spanish romance emerges as a Mexican corrido, and the woodcuts and prints which accompany it change from medieval, comparable to Spanish, French, German and British popular engraving, to modern Mexican. Manuel Manilla, Posada’s predecessor, was an excellent craftsman who followed the colonial style developed directly from Spanish engravings. Manilla is romantic, has the simplicity of total acceptance, as well of text as of traditional attitude to the text, spiritual and artistic.

Posada created his own tradition, beginning with the mechanics of his art. He invented a technique of drawing in acid directly on zinc plates, departing thus from the older wood or zinc cut. His engravings are not examples of mass art. They establish him as a personal, highly competent, completely conscious and fully adequate master. There is the same distance attitude which determined his position, his occupation, the choice of his subjects and the manner of portrayal; which links him with the revolution by mob, and the revolution on painted walls. Posada worked in the period just before the revolution; in the air of Mexico’s age of gilt. Official Mexico was affectedly French, foreign. It had a strong hangover of bibelot from the time of Maximilian, a taste for landscape from rationalist France, and an idea four centuries old that mentally and spiritually, the “decent” people, the upper minority, must belong to Europe. Mexico was loot. To Europe must be looked for culture.

This gilded age marks the ultimate divergence between native and white, between the culture of the people, in the medieval sense of that class, and the culture of the elite. The official artists of the period, who have sunk to the anonymity Posada espoused, were fin de siecle. Their patrons were formal bearded portly old gentlemen and large-volumed ladies bound in black (as if mourning in advance the bitter days to come) who lived among spindle-legged chairs, mirrors, and lace to grotesquerie. And who lived idly in euphemy.

To have taken much notice of ballads or their illustrations would in the gilded age have been considered a suspicious and at all events a ridiculous proceeding. These belonged in the servants’ quarters. Posada chose, therefore, instead of immediate applause, to be unknown, widely distributed, and much enjoyed; to be also useful. Perhaps in conversations with Don Antonio Vanegas Arroyo; perhaps only in his own mind, Posada drew significant and thoughtful commentary on the events of the time: protested, foreboded, and with a full heart scribbled on a corner of the national slate a mene, mene, tekel upharsin. He turns an obsidian mirror upon the land and makes a choice, deliberate image.

Manilla’s illustrations for prayers, or for ballads such as that of the unfortunate Juan who for stealing the jewel of a saint was snatched to hell, show the artist’s explicit and calm belief in the form and manner of the saint, in the form and nature of the demon, in the procedure of snatching. Posada’s fiends are extremely fiendish, caricatures, mockery. Manilla’s women are peasant women, arcadian, idyllic; Posada’s are portraits, women of tragedy. Portrait of the national panorama carries conviction enough, when it is conscious portrait, and establishes the inevitable social outcome. A peasant family on the march, to exile and in slavery; a patient crowd, restless a little in time of hunger, women holding their empty baskets; the plague, and people shoveled dead into carts, mounded. He garbs the dictator and his cabinet in the skull and skeleton of national carnival. He makes Federal policemen and soldiers effeminate. Blandly he pictures an aristocrat’s ball (an event of the time), as a dance of perverts.

Another broadside illustrated by Posada shows a bust portrait of Francisco Villa and two small skulls. The VERSES convey the malady that Francisco Villa's soul is in after his death.
Another broadside illustrated by Posada shows a bust portrait of Francisco Villa and two small skulls. The VERSES convey the malady that Francisco Villa’s soul is in after his death.

Chronologically last Posada chooses from Vanegas Arroyo’s “Street Gazette” (leaflets recording usually miracles and remarkable crimes) strikes, mobs, anti-Diaz meetings, dispersed by the buckled and sworded police. Madero enters the capital and Posada makes him bow and smile like a puppet. In the earthquake which heralds his entrance at dawn on the day of the parade, Posada symmetrically crashes the Mexican world into shards. When the metropolitan press later describes Zapata as a bloody, pernicious and monstrous “Attila of the South” (about fifty miles south) and pictures Villa, echoing American reporters as a kind of genial Robin Hood, Posada makes Villa plumply ambitious; of Zapata he builds somber grandeur.

By implication not evident in the text he was illustrating; by interpretation grown of conviction; because of his shafted laughter; because of enormous pity and tranquil clairvoyance, Posada is the prophet of that sudden shift in the national scene which comes with the revolution. There is a different reliance on miracles. Hope walks out of its mystic garments and girdles itself with bullets.

Guadalupe Posada the illustrator of ballads was smilingly aware of the genteel National Academy of Arts around the corner from his hole-in-the-wall workshop. Possibly he used its excellent library. Doubtless he occasionally nodded to a couple of restive youngsters who, on their way back from the pedagogues, elbowed each other in front of his window (as after on mural scaffolds), and cut off some of his light. Orozco and Rivera both were impressed by one thing in that window besides the artist himself. This was a very fine print of Michael Angelo’s Last Judgment.

III
The first revolutionary songs that Posada illustrated were ballads of love and exile, and prophetic lyrics like this:

Suppose we were chaff, that was lying about When a very small whirlwind brushed us to the sky, And then at the moment when we sailed highest, A wind that was stronger blew us apart…

Of ballads, Posada illustrated two classics, the prisoner and the soldier. These lovely things ache still in every singing voice of the land. They are very old. They span revolutionary history, and make it. The prisoner is “The Prisoner of San Juan de Ulua”, a fortress built down into the waters of the Gulf of Mexico just off the coast of Veracruz. Here Diaz buried conscientious objectors. In a ballad-picture, one of them jumps off the parapet into the bellies of sharks below. The chant says in part:

I am imprisoned behind the bars
A prisoner I must remain;
I cannot weep, and from my heart
I sing my sadness and my pain.

In the morning I was taken
They sat me on a bench;
By the judge’s verdict, deliberate
Guilty to prison I was sentenced.

It is no longer the boat or sail
That waits for me on the open waves,
In San Juan de Ulua, the terrible jail,
I’ll end my sorrows and my days.

The ballad of the soldier is the story of a Federal, one of the Diaz army. Any one.

At the age of fifteen,
Pressed into service
I was made a soldier
Of the fifteenth of Puebla.

I followed the profession
Happy and content
When some time had passed
They made me a sergeant.

Then I did not like
Fighting any more,
So I deserted
And went back home.

I was in my house,
With my poor mother,
When the patrol
Came sword in hand for me.

Señores, señores,
How do I harm you?
You rascal, you scoundrel
Deserted from the army.

Now they are taking him
To the colonel for trial
And his poor mother
Follows him crying.

Now they are dragging him
There by the hands,
And they burst fountains
Oh, blood of his veins!

Goodbye my old quarters
With its many doors,
Goodbye my lieutenant
And my corporal Dolores.

Be careful, be careful
Soldiers and drummers
He goes out tomorrow
To be shot with the others.

Goodbye little brothers,
Dear parents, farewell
Here my sins end,
I have no more to tell.

When the revolution was an act; when Madero, refused sanctuary in the American Embassy, had been shot by people who next Easter appeared in effigy on telephone posts; and Villa filled the foreign press and his leather breeches with the figure of the Mexican Bad Man, Posada died. He had caught up the past and etched it to the future in hundreds of dramatic little pictures permanent till dust and the ink of many reprintings erase them. He had sketched in two inches monumental figures, national epics, that later grew to ten and fifteen feet high on frescoed walls. His women are the rearguard of gunned pilgrims thereafter; and the madonnas, the sweethearts, whose wooings became marching songs. Thus Adelita, the Villa musical herald, sung always with spatter of bullets and whoops at the end of each stanza:

Adelita is the name of a maiden
Whom I love though we be so far apart,
She’s a rose growing somewhere in a garden,
That some day I will pin on my heart.

If Adelita went off with another,
Ceaseless her road I would gain,
If by sea in a warship I’d follow,
If by land in a military train.

Adelita is a girl of the border,
Green as the sea are her eyes,
The soldiers all dream about her,
Every one of them for Adelita cries.

Oh, the bugle that calls us to battle,
And the bugle that calls us to review
In my soul echoes always your name only,
Adelita my heart longs for you.

If some day I am killed in a battle,
If my body on the sierra is to lie,
Adelita, if God will allow it,
To the sierra you shall go and cry.

And thus Valentina, the Zapata shriek, sung by Indians disappeared under great sombreros or in the cracks of the hills, on horseback:

Valentina, Valentina,
Valentina I must say,
I am driven by a passion,
That is what brings me today.

Because of this love, they have told me
I’ll suffer and pay, and pay
Who cares, if it was the devil
I’ll be killed in my own way.

If now I’m drinking tequila,
Tomorrow I guzzle fine wine,
Because today I’m a poor man,
Tomorrow I shall be gone.

Valentina, Valentina,
Listen to what I shall say,
If I’m to be dead tomorrow
Let them kill me right away…!

New Mexico mural mirrors people’s indelible history – 2

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A detail of the Peoples History of El Norte depicts Las Gorras Blancas, late 1800s, one of the earliest Hispano protest movements in New Mexico during the era of Westward Expansion. They were known for cutting the barb wire erected by rich Hispanos and Euroamericans around Photo: Yoly Zentella
A detail of the Peoples History of El Norte depicts Las Gorras Blancas, late 1800s, one of the earliest Hispano protest movements in New Mexico during the era of Westward Expansion. They were known for cutting the barb wire erected by rich Hispanos and Euroamericans around Photo: Yoly Zentella

Continues from Page 1…   Contemporary Las Vegas in el norte de Nuevo Mexico occupies a portion of the Las Vegas Grandes Land Grant, established in 1835 as an Hispano community grant, with a confirmed 431,653 acres. Most of the events connected to the conquest of New Mexico by General Kearney in 1846 occurred in northern New Mexican towns. Today Kearney’ s occupation proclamation is memorialized in a plaque standing on one side of the Las Vegas plaza, a legacy of our colonized status.

Currently, the land grant concept is still perceived by La Raza in el norte as a nuturing la tierra, the nurturing mother and the giver of life. Grants are historically characterized by overlapping collective and individual land practices and access to resources including water. Generational ties between family and community, spirituality, and the Spanish language formed the cultural base of these ancestral lands. Through the grant system, relative self sufficiency and collective resilience to adversity was possible. The concept of the grant is linked to the collective ancestral, indigenous landed communities, existing when there were no borders between the native populations of the Americas.

The beginning of the demise of the grants came in the form of land grabs during 19th century Westward Expansion. This loss accelerated with several events, the annexation of Aztlan, now the Southwest, into the American Union, the infamous disregard of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo of 1848, the coming of the railroad that brought capitalism to the region, and the cordoning off of lands by the Forest Service and environmental restrictions to access.

Hispano poverty and economic hardship that came with the general collapse of the agrarian system left a wide playing field for real estate designs, and an influx of non-Hispano outsiders.

A connection between past and present
Currently, what remains of ancestral land legacies continues to fade. Much of this is attributed to monied gentrification that profits from land rich but cash poor Hispanos. In a recent interview, Rock Ulibarri, artist and coordinator of the Las Vegas mural, writer, educator, people’s historian, and community leader, linked the Las Vegas mural to the continued people’s struggle to keep the land that remains. Litigation for lost lands and accessibility to resources continues.

Painted by multicultural youth of the community and directed by Rock, the mural is a chronological people’s story of injustice and struggle, underlined by the disastrous Westward Expansion. Inspired by Howard Zinn’s approach to grassroots history, and based on a community survey taken to explore the most popular themes to be included in the mural, Rock described the creation of the latter as an educational tool, used to enlighten our youth about their history and culture. History becomes more relevant if it is about you.

Because of this, he added, there appears to exist an ownership undercurrent on the part of the youth and the general community. To date, the mural bears no markings of vandalism. The People’s History of El Norte mural validates the experiences of past generations, a counter to the Eurocentric textbook portrayal of el norte generally used in schools. The mural is a moveable collection, designed in this manner to prevent a repetition of the disappearance, through whitewashing and construction, of murals created in Las Vegas during the Movimiento.

For Rock, the relationship of the mural to our fast disappearing lands is perceived as a way to promote awareness of the connection between past and present, prompting us to ask, “How did we lose our land and how have we kept the land we have?” “What patterns are being repeated? If you have no sense of your history then you can’t recognize when things are happening again.” With no sense of self or place there is no cultural clarity. Embedded in these musings is orgullo, a pride that encourages youth, our next generation of leaders, to “carry the torch,” continuing the pride of the older generations and the struggle for justice.

A powerful sense of collective effort
In this part of Aztlan, as in southern Colorado, we are pridefully empowered by a resilient history of struggle against land theft and injustice. This empowerment is enshrined in the activities of Las Gorras Blancas, Reies Lopez Tijerina and La Alianza Federal de Mercedes, and the Movimiento. Despite encroachment, empowerment in el norte means a sense of continuity, living in the home and on the land of your ancestors. A sense of historical place holds cultural memory and creates traditions and roots.

Since the invasion of Mexico in the 16th century, our values, culture, language and land have been relentlessly and systematically attacked by formal, informal, overt and covert colonization. This invasion propelled us from a communal approach to one of dependency on consumerism and individuation. We are seeing the consequences of this today in the downward spiral of our economy.

Yet, Casa de Cultura, Rock Ulibarri, and the youth of the community have created, through the mural, a powerful sense of collective effort in Las Vegas and a teaching tool for tourists that come to our town. It may help the latter to understand that el norte is not embodied in the images of Teddy Roosevelt and the Rough Riders, ironically, icons in Las Vegas. La gente has their own dynamic story that speaks of resiliency in the face of past and present encroachment. Return to Page 1 →

Getting high with music – Teenagers and the dangers of i-dosing

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I-dosing is similar to illegal drugs. You find a “dealer” on the Internet who “hooks you up” with the “drug” by using your earphones as “drug paraphernalia.” Photo/illustration: Eduardo Barraza | Barriozona Magazine @2016
I-dosing is similar to illegal drugs. You find a “dealer” on the Internet who “hooks you up” with the “drug” by using your earphones as “drug paraphernalia.” Photo/illustration: Eduardo Barraza | Barriozona Magazine @2016

Music is to teenagers and young people what the discipline of silence is said to be for spirituality. Adults are not even close from being excluded from the influence and powerful attraction of music, but when it comes to the younger crowd, music is almost vital.

As vital as it can be, music can also be harmful; particularly when teenagers and young people use it to produce effects in them similar to illegal drugs like marijuana or cocaine. That is exactly what a growing trend among kids consists of: listening to music to get high.

Getting high with music –also called I-dosing– is closer to a young person’s mind, as close as it can be. This “drug” can be easily reached through a natural combination of a teenager’s favorite pastimes: the Internet, an MP3, and a set of earphones.

If you are a concerned parent and believe this article is just going to give unhealthy ideas to your child, perhaps you may be interested in knowing that I-dosing even has a Web site entirely dedicated to the topic. After all, getting high with music is not illegal. At least not yet.

The site, called I-doser.com, presents itself as the “leader in binaural brainwave audio doses,” and promotes its products as something that can “powerfully alter your moods.” The site has media social presence in popular sites like Facebook, Myspace and Twitter, yes, the virtual communities your kids likely hang out with their friends for hours.

Binaural waves are a scientific fact and the subject of neurophysiologists’ research, but the phenomenon consists, essentially, in sound frequencies and how the brain perceives them. The use of binaural waves is anything but new, but its use by teenagers to purportedly cause in them illegal drug-like effects is considered a recent trend.

So what exactly is I-dosing? Basically, I-dosing consists in listening to music, mainly repetitive, tedious sounds or beats. A calm mood and atmosphere, a dim-lit room, silence and a quality set of stereo headphones supposedly maximize the effects. As the annoying “music” is self-induced and its intended effects reach the brain, it allegedly produces sensations and moods similar to drugs like Ecstasy.

Ecstasy produces pleasurable effects in users, like increased energy of self-confidence. Other Ecstasy effects generate feelings of acceptance or peacefulness. However, some YouTube videos show opposite effects when young people induce themselves into I-dosing.

The fact is kids can and are getting high by listening to special music based on monotonous tones and beats that can be found on CD’s or MP3’s and listened to on I-pods, I-phones or personal computers. Many of the YouTube videos about I-dosing claim the effects are similar to cannabis or cocaine. Several users of the super popular self-broadcasting site have uploaded from songs to self experiments to actual I-dosing sessions. Other users mock and deny such effects.

Also known as a digital and legal drug, I-dosing is similar to illegal drugs. You find a “dealer” on the Internet who “hooks you up” with the “drug” by using your earphones as “drug paraphernalia.” I-doser. com even offers “free doses” for individuals who are 18 years of age of older, according to its disclaimer.

How dangerous is I-dosing? I-dosing is not really a drug. However, I- dozing music seems to cause at least a temporary altered state of mind. In any case, if parents feel they should seek professional help, they should do so without hesitation.

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