Oh Ricky Martin - how you marked a generation with 'Livin' la vida loca'.
From the first frantic trumpet notes via the unlikely notion of any woman "gonna make you fall" to the impossible thought of you ever allowing your perfect chest to touch the sheets of a "funky, cheap hotel" in NYC, you've got a lot to answer for. The Latin pop boom was born, and J-Lo, Enrique Iglesias and Shakira rose in your wake, all threatening your place at the top of the hip-shaking pile.
And yet, here you still are, more than a decade later. You survived 'She Bangs', when many weaker souls would have fallen by the wayside. You survived Madonna making you cry when you recorded your duet 'Be careful' (No. Me neither). You even survived all those insistent, clamouring voices telling you to get out of the goddamned closet once and for all - you just wanted to take your own sweet time on that one, and why not?
Times have changed but Ricky's music is defiantly the same. He arrives in Barcelona as part of his Música + Alma + Sexo (Music + Soul + Sex) tour. Take the first letters of those three words and it spells MAS. Which means 'more' in Castilian. It works on so many levels. The eponymous 'Más' single could easily come from the same album as LLVL, so while he's grown up, come out and had twins (not necessarily in that order), his sound is stuck in the late Nineties. Still, if you're a true Ricky fan, you will love whatever he does, however he does it, so, enjoy the show!
(By the way, just how 'loca' is a woman who puts on a sensible plastic poncho when dancing with her man in the water pouring out of a fire hydrant, eh?)