Hello friends, I just returned from an amazing 7 week tour in Mexico playing electric guitar with my friends the Can Kickers, an old time/punk band from Connecticut.
We were on tour with a band from Mexico City called Polka Madre y La Comezon in their white Chevy van they dubbed “Moby Dick”. We were at minimum 9 people in the van and peaked out at a cozy 15 people piling in along with all our equipment, a neon “Polka Madre” sign, and boxes of animal-bone stage props.
Through a combination of lot’s of phone calls, emails and a willingness to play anywhere Polka Madre managed to set us up an unheard of 27 shows around mexico.
We went from fancy bars to dive bars, to punk shows in squats, a small village festival on the coast of Oaxaca, in a park full of families, in a bookstore, in plazas and streetcorners, in community centers, and on a beach filled with international backpackers and mexican hippies.
We played in Xalapa, Cholula, Oaxaca, Juchitan, Mazunte, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, San Luis Potosi, Morelia, Guadalajara, Acapulco, and about a dozen shows in Mexico City.
Going in to it we had no idea how people in Mexico would react to our music but our shows were really well recieved. And in some cases the energy and dancing were crazier than anything I’ve seen in the states in years. At a punk show in Mexico City I was lifted above the audience and crowd surfed for the first time ever.
There were, of course, a ton of amazing experiences between all the waiting around for things to happen. We went to the butterfly sanctuary in Michoacan and saw millions of Monarch Butterflies floating around waiting for winter to end so they could head back north. In a squat in San Luis Potosi I taught the incredibly enthusiastic, self-described “Hobbit Punks” how to dance the Virginia Reel. I visited Las Grutas de Tolantongo, which is a hot springs waterfall that shoots out of the mouth of the cave and turns into a river of warm water. And flows down through an amazingly deep canyon. In Oaxaca City we were treated like ambassadors and spent the several days wandering it’s streets which were even more beautiful by night. In Juchitan we played a festival of resistance for a 70 family village that was fighting to keep a shimp factory farm from taking over their land.