As the last notes from Carlos Cruz and his bachata band floated away, drums could be heard, chasing them away. A pounding primal driving beat. It was getting louder and louder...
Ghostly people on stilts and huge masks seemed to be floating over the crowd. A new current was flowing in this ocean of people, moving east, moving east.
Maracatu Nunca Antes was on the move, drums pounding and whistles blaring, calling to the gods for one last blast of music and celebration. Opening with an exploration of its musical roots with Amanda Martinez Friday night, Salsa on St. Clair closed with the crowd celebrating its primal roots.
The fires were quenched for another year.
