The Uneasy Truth About My Life as a Latina Rocker
South Texas shares an interesting kinship with punk rock, goth, and heavy metal. From the Rio Grande Valley, across the Coastal Bend, along the Gulf Coast to Houston and East Texas, this bond spans ages, cultures, and genders. But the kinship is not always a cozy one. It’s less a blend of cultures in the largely Latinx region, than a collision. Read this perspective from a Latina rocker who cut her rock & roll teeth at a very young age. – Editor
It was an intense night in the Rio Grande Valley with cover bands that were the Latino versions of AC/DC, Guns n’ Roses, and Metallica. I was 11-years-old. This was not exactly your typical experience for an elementary kid. Yet there I was: little Raven bobbing her head up and down, very off-beat (and feeling a little sweaty), but entranced by the huge crowd that formed a buzzing ocean of excitement.
From that point on I kept listening to rock in its many forms including thrash metal, grunge, and punk. A few favorites were The Clash, Nirvana, Iron Maiden, and Pearl Jam. When I hit puberty I became more visually expressive about my music tastes, which included wearing black leather jackets, layering on heavy eyeliner, and cutting my hair scandalously short – that didn’t get a great reaction.