Droppin’ Some Knowledge, Part 3 - Musicology
Wednesday, July 12th, 2006¨When I Die I Want you to Play Cumbia¨ - by journalist Cristian Alarcón
There are lots of unpleasant ways to have your precious sleep interrupted in the morning, though having “Winds of Change” involuntarily forced upon you, as I did last week, is particularly cruel. In Winds of Change, you’ll recall, quintessentially bad 80’s pop-metal band the Scorpions wail out for a time ¨when the children of tomorrow
dream away,” and do it all over a German accent. Sex, drugs and social reform? Good heavy metal should never dare pine for such lofty ideals; mega hair-band Warrant knew this, instead (appropriately) waxing lyrical about “Cherry Pie” and other crude metaphors for sex.
The perpetrator of this most inhumane offense was none other than my neighbor, who lives one floor down from me in my crumbling 30’s era apartment building. I’ve never spoken with the guy and I’ve only caught glimpses of him in passing, yet I feel like I know his story. You see, in Buenos Aires, like most places, there is a fairly well defined social structure based strongly upon music preferences. This neighbor happens to fall easily into the group known as the “metaleros” – the metalheads.
Consider: not only does he blast Monster Ballads whenever the feeling moves him, he also drives a motorcycle – a beat-up, skeletal hunk of metal that he straps down to the lamppost in front of our building each night – and even rocks ass-long hair and a leather jacket to boot. Thus is the prototypical “metalero;” though my neighbor, who’s in his mid-late 30’s, probably falls on the older side of the clique, having listened to Megadeth back when they were actually cool as opposed to a gawky adolescent now.
The metaleros are far from the only quasi-social group here defined by music taste and style; ones I’m familiar with include: rappers, rollingas, chetos, and the cumbia villeros, perhaps the most authentically Argentine of them all. Considering Buenos Aires is part of Argentina, of course there’s a glaring omission here – the Tangueros, or people into the tango scene. Because there’s already been so much written on this topic and I’m far from an expert on it anyway, I’m not going to touch on this. But what I will do is elucidate on some of Argentina’s lesser known scenes.

