Calle Ocho 2012: Pitbull, Flo Rida, and a World Full of Bass
Members of every nation including Cubanos, Boricuas, Nicas, Catrachos, Zuelans, Boludos, Zoes, Bajans, Trinis, Jamaicans, Chilangos, Norteños, Sureños, Truchas, Gringos, even tourists -- not to mention the rich and poor of every race and age -- flooded the MIA's famous SW Eighth Street to eat, drink, dance, and party to all kinds of music.
Here's a music video we made from the day featuring music by Techmaster PEB because we were so inspired by the outpouring of musical energy and the everflowing river of bass that is the city of Miami.
There were so many people on the street we probably outpopulated the states of Rhode Island, Iowa, and South Dakota combined. The weather was cool, thanks to intermittent sunshowers. And then every so often, a golden-hued glow threw down the heat.
The first thing we saw when we got there was a bunch of people dancing salsa in a parking lot.
They were twirling like gyroscopes. They were spinning like whirling dervishes. They threw eachother around and traded more partners than swingers at Miami Velvet. If there would have been rug there, they would have cut it. As it was, their footwear left burnt rubber on the asphalt.
The entire festival was like one giant conga line soundtracked by everything from Pitbull to country, salsa, hip-hop, finca music, booty bass. And as you walked between avenues, the festival had its own genius mix to accomodate the masses.