Last night the young couple who owns the apartment I am renting invited me to a little cocert of the band Madre Maravilla in the basement of Bar Imaginacion (Bulnes x Guardia Vieja) because the boyfriend plays the drums in the band. Before they started playing, the girlfriend introduced me to Chris, an American guy who used to live in the apartment. When I told him where I go to medical school, he asked if I know a guy who just graduated, named Matt. I didn’t know many of the 4th years, but happened to be shadowing my preceptor on Labor and Delivery one night in the fall when Matt was there for a rotation. It was a slow night, and at some point I told him about CHMP, the clinic outside of Santa Cruz, Bolivia. He was interested in doing a rotation down there, so I gave him the contact information for people at the clinic. He spent about 3 weeks there in April, and Chris had gone up to visit. In this big city with zillions of apartments, this guy with whom I have a mutual friend, lived in the same apartment as me! (he had moved out to be in a different part of town)
The band played electronic rock and wore funky uniforms under flashing colored lights. They had good synergy, and used some typical latin beats behind dissonant melodies, and it was a fun show and a great bar. I couldn’t find photos or videos anywhere, but you can hear a couple of their songs on their website or myspace page.
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