They love him, yeah, yeah, yeah…
The Beatles, who never appeared in Mexico, had a tremendous influence on literature and culture (one Mexican radio station played nothing but the Beatles, twenty-four hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year for over twenty years)…
Gods, Gachupines and Gringos, page 387
The TV news coverage of Paul McCartney’s arrival in Mexico City was deja-vu all over again — the big cars moving through mobs of ecstatic female fans looked straight out of the sixties… until you realize that Paul, and the screaming fans are IN their sixties, too. Most of them.
McCartney’s appearance lat night at Foro Sol in Mexico City was attended by what La Jornada called “los 55 mil religiosos de su música congregados“. Ticket prices ranging from the several hundred to several thousand pesos — Paul, you’re a rich man, but maybe most Chilangos are not rich men, too — those commies who run Mexico City (heirs to the student movement of the 60s, who all were subverted by listening to the Beatles) have some piety.
The Federal District set up a free giant screen transmission at the Altar a la Patria — an alter being the appropriate venue for one of those guys said to be more popular than Jesus Christ (though running a poor second in Mexico to the Virgin of Guadalupe).
In my time in Mexico, I have only seen one Elvis impersonator (on the #2 Ruta headed for UNAM, singing a perfect version of Heartbreak Hotel — and not knowing a word of English) , a couple of Doors cover bands (scary, that one of them was at a senior citizens’ dance) and protests outside Chapultepec Castle when Elton John did a concert for Marta Sahagún’s Vamos Mexico phony charity , but Beatles impersonators and tribute bands still fill Mexico City theaters every weekend.
Here’s El Morsa (The Walrus):