1990 1er Concierto — Juan Gabriel Bellas Artes

The Palacio de Bellas Artes in Mexico City is not a concert hall for him . For nearly a century, the majestic marble palace had been the sanctum of Mexico’s high culture: murals by Diego Rivera, symphonies by Carlos Chávez, ballet folklórico, and the whispered, white-tie galas of the nation’s elite. Its stage had never felt the stomp of a pop idol’s boot, nor heard the raw, unpolished chant of tens of thousands chanting a name.

The newspapers the next day were schizophrenic. The highbrow critics called it a “circus.” But El Universal ran a photo of the crying grandmother with the headline: “El pueblo conquista Bellas Artes” (The People Conquer Bellas Artes). juan gabriel bellas artes 1990 1er concierto

A thousand voices answered at once. He laughed. Then, a cappella, he began to sing “Amor Eterno” (Eternal Love). The Palacio de Bellas Artes in Mexico City

He walked to the edge of the stage, looked up at the famous stained-glass curtain depicting the Valley of Mexico, and then down at the orchestra pit. He raised a single, white-gloved hand. Silence. Then, in a voice that cracked with emotion, he said: The newspapers the next day were schizophrenic