Jennifer López was a rocker, street, sexy, cabarete and even flamenco on Sunday night before the 15,000 people who filled the Movistar Arena in Madrid. The New York came out to claim the place he had earned in the pop Olympus and that in 2024 he felt that he lost after having to cancel his previous tour one month after. That same year he divorced Ben Affleck, whose love story honored on the disk of that failed tour, in which 20 million dollars were spent. “I told my children that after a bad time something better would come,” reflected the artist on stage. In just over two hours, he danced, he sang, he traveled for all these characters without an iosta de irony and came out victorious (and without sweating). JLo recovered his throne.
López was again that diva that was forged in the summer of 2000 when he conquered the world winging his hips with Waiting For Tonighta sauce success dance from which he became his own brand. She is an industrial complex that makes music, cinema, perfumes and other businesses with which she has reaped a fortune estimated at 150 million dollars (132 million euros).
And a businesswoman of this caliber does not step on the stage without having sent an employee to verify that the six fans strategically arranged in the two heights of the stage work correctly. That is, it was assured that throughout the concert these machines will throw the precise air to keep their hair at bay and, at the same time, provide it with that star imprint.
The musical formula that has been devised to Up all night – His first tour in six years in which he has made a great commitment to Spain: 17 appointments, seven are in this country – is based on the security given by his great successes that listen to more than 30 million monthly listeners in Spotify and with which he has sold 80 million records.
“How many times will we have danced their songs in the Samsara and San Mateo?” Alicia asked her friend Monica before entering the concert remembering how they burned the night in two of the classic bars of the Madrid pachangueo in the mid -2000 to those of those university kids that danced Dance Again, Let’s Get Loud y On The Floor.
They all sounded on Sunday night and fulfilled that expectation that Monica had: “For me this is a show I don’t want to miss and I hope everything surprises me. ”The concert had more event and show of varieties where anything could happen than from a strictly musical event.
It was difficult to overcome the astonishment of the constant costume changes of the artist with whom they challenged female biology according to the bodys that were putting lost centimeters of fabric. López, in addition, had promised pirouettes. “I like to make it interesting, go beyond my limits, I have to be in good shape,” he acknowledged in an interview in the country. He reviewed each of his choreographies, as memorable as his songs; He let her dancers upload her through the air and, at her sexiest moment, when the styling played with the audience’s eyes making them believe she was naked (she was not), she appeared on the shoulders of a dancer and slipped over her body in another sexual trapTojo that culminated on a round bed where two other young people were waiting for her.
Perhaps the most unclassifiable moment was when one of his musicians grabbed a Spanish guitar and began with a single one that accompanied another member of his band with the drawer. The visuals of the big screen that crowned the stage were first dyed from the red of a lace fabric and then with the recreation of a cathedral that seemed taken from gallery of free access images on the Internet that looked more like notre give me, we put, the mosque of Córdoba. Then JLO appeared with a lycra suit, also red, tight to his body with flyers from the hips. Singing Thanks to life by Mercedes Sosa, who is a Chilean singer, not Spanish or flamenco. He tried to dodge, again, the bewilderment, wishing a shawl. He sat next to his musicians and, in flamenco tone? If You Had My Love. At the end of his particular tribute to Spain, it seemed that the public had understood everything according to the ovation he received. He did not say: “You’re welcome.”
“When such an iconic figure comes to your city, you can’t miss it,” they said at the entrance of the Concert Pablo, Víctor and Gema, three friends whom Jennifer López joined in their zumba classes. “You have to see that ass live”, remembering the rumor that the artist had secured her butt in a million euros. The three know that it is a lie, she has denied it on several occasions, but that is part of the image on which JLo has been built.
These friends met one of the requirements of the Dress code: The fringes that fell from their arms and chest. On Sunday night the pailletesRedecilla transparencies, hats and boots cowboyand Brilli Brilli Brilli both in women and their companions, because there were only two categories of men: gay husbands and friends.
In the final stretch, he fired his entire song traca, the visuals went crazy in a mixture of lions, flares, petals, northern lights and stellar doors to worlds in which only those who are able to decipher the phenomenon JLo can enter. Before finishing, he gave him time introspective and sing to the piano Freea new song that together with Wreckage Of You They symbolize the new Jenny. It was already the one that left Bronx, now it is the one that once again resurfaces from its ashes and turns its triumph again into an epic history of overcoming.