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A Schizoid City

Tijuana has suffered from multiple personality disorder for way too long. It’s been a place for trade and fugitives — for anyone who needed to escape from anything, whether it be extreme poverty, a violent husband, a shotgun wedding, a jail sentence, a closeted gay life, or boredom. All were welcomed in Tijuana. In the past five years, though, it became a place to escape from.

Anyone who needed a dose of Mexican kitsch, a couple of prescriptions filled, a Cuban cigar, and a margarita found heaven on Avenida Revolución. This is the Tijuana most tourists knew, but now it’s gone; La Revo is a ghost town of empty commercial spaces and former bars. Some say it happened because of the downturn in the U.S. economy, but we all know it was fear. The former visitors of Tijuana were afraid that once they crossed the border they would be dodging bullets.

Tijuana’s nightlife was always diverse. There were small bars, expensive clubs, lounges, and little cantinas all over the city. There was business for all of them until it became fashionable for gangsters (narcos) and gangster posers (the new term for them is mangueras) to flaunt their success by reserving tables with bottles of overpriced Remy that they mixed with grapefruit soda or Jumex orange juice. (You could spot them because they were the only ones in the trendy club with a juice box on their table.)

One night in late 2007, I accidentally bumped my shoulder into a man and as his jacket opened I saw a gun. After that, I decided to ditch my favorite dance club forever…so did everyone else with a favorite place in Tijuana. Since 2007, few people dared run the risk of being at a narco hangout. People lived for the news, the newspapers. Morbid stories intensified the paralysis; fear became the most ubiquitous feeling throughout the city.

The Last Ones Were the Younger Ones

Since the early ’90s, downtown cantinas and dancehalls were a refuge for intellectuals and artists who visited them as tourists, walking the dark, downtown streets and the red-light district in the infamous Paseo Inmoral, going into any gloomy strip joint or cantina with a jukebox, scouting the bars for the cheaper beer, the ones that were more comfortable, getting to know the characters, the bartenders, the ficheras, and street musicians.

In 2004, art exhibits and poetry readings were held at iconic cantinas such as Zacazonapan and Dandy del Sur. Bar Turístico in Plaza Santa Cecilia was (and still is) a meeting point for Universidad Autónoma de Baja California students, intellectuals, artists, and journalists. When all of this was happening, the Nortec Collective project was still launching; they played regularly at Don Loope, next to Jai Alai, and although they were independent electronic musicians with day jobs for decades, once they rescued the sound of the norteño street musicians and mixed it in their music, they went from dentists to rock stars.

The downtown scene was still underground but was attractive. Cine Bujazán, an old movie theater on Avenida Constitución, was destroyed by a fire in 1993 and it became an abandoned space until 2001, when Julio Orozco held a photo exhibit in its ruins (the roof burned completely). In 2004, the space was taken by a group of young music promoters; they called it Multikulti. It became an alternative venue for rock concerts and art exhibits. Then Radio Global, an internet radio station based in Tijuana, started to hold parties downtown. Yonkeart made a documentary on La Estrella, an old-school dancehall with wooden benches.

In 2007, Sonidero Travesura, a music project that rescued the cumbia sound and the grupero style of musicians that usually play at quinceañeras and bailes, brought the younger crowd to La Estrella and the forgotten downtown cantinas. All of this had been documented since the early 2000s by emerging Tijuana bloggers who were long-standing visitors of the Centro nightlife. All of a sudden, everybody noticed that they could have fun in these places — there were no narcos, guns, or hard drugs (or even soft ones, with notorious exceptions). The beer was cheaper than anywhere else (no wine or fancy martinis), and there was a jukebox that took pesos and dollar bills. There were candy sellers, Polaroid photographers, men who carried a generator on their neck and offered electroshocks for a tip, and the waitresses were long-haired señoras that brought a little botanita with the beer. It was a paradise for nostalgia lovers.

The traditional local-bar areas of Tijuana started to suffer from this migration, and the only customers left there were narcos, mangueras, and a couple of lost Tijuana fresas that didn’t get the news on time: downtown was being taken over by every urban tribe any night of the week.

At some of the places, it became almost impossible on a Saturday — body heat, smoke, and poor ventilation made them uncomfortable. It was too much for the original bars, so others moved in. A whole bunch of bar owners escaped the expensive rents and the risks of other bar areas. They moved into old bookstores, former Chinese restaurants and camera-repair shops, turning places that were empty for decades into diverse bars among the traditional cantinas and old nightclubs.

The Calle Sexta Phenomenon

During the ’90s, I had a special outfit that I wore every time I went on the Paseo Inmoral or Tour Histórico Cultural (as some humanities students used to call it); the outfit’s closest relative would be a potato sack — a pure wool chuj that I bought from an Indian in Chiapas many years ago. It was my armor because no one would take a woman wearing such a thing to the dance floor. We all did the same: no woman who went to the downtown cantinas would dare wear a skirt or a sleeveless blouse if she didn’t want to run the risk of being mistaken for a fichera. And we always went in a group. It was a tradition for many students to go cantina hopping, starting the tour in the red-light district and ending it on Calle Sexta. For veteran visitors, it can be a shock to see how the scene and crowd have changed. There are hordes of cute miniskirts and strapless dresses, shorts, and trendy boots; kids who get together to flat-iron their hair before they go out; guys with perfectly groomed beards and ear expansions. Some bars serve tomato pulque and mocha mezcal. At some of the hippest bars, a ten-peso coin can be exchanged for a Styrofoam cup of cold beer. There’s even a little coffee shop that has a cinema club with art films. There are a couple of lounges that would fit in easily in Mexico City’s Colonia Condesa, but also there is a bar that’s a death trap of metal staircases, walls made of cyclone fence, and empty trash bags. Some say it’s Tijuana gone Mad Max; I say if the Nazis ever dreamed of having a bar in Auschwitz, this would be it.

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JulioS Feb. 17, 2010 @ 10:05 p.m.

Hi!

I'd like to mention that Yonder Lies It is not part of Lorena Mancilla's work.

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JulioS Feb. 17, 2010 @ 10:21 p.m.

On the other hand, this article presents a wonderful view of Tijuana. Historically, downtown Tijuana has been a part of life for many tijuanenses but with the expansion of the city the magnets that drew people to the city popped up in different points of the city. Depending on your economic situation that's where you most likely be. So it's nice to see all kinds of strata mingling in one spot. Nice work and its quite nice to read this piece.

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Sinclair Feb. 18, 2010 @ 12:20 a.m.

Wow, the Tijuana I never met. I was born under the times of the "Tijuana is dangerous" slogan. Couldn't even get past my house's street without a "Be careful, don't do this-don't do that" speech from my parents. And all I wanted was to get some weed from that cigar shop in Rosarito. All jokes aside, this "agua-loca" of Tijuana you show just blows away any young-gun that's looking for an adventure (and I'm not talking about the "paraditas" in the Coahuila), hopefully Tijuana will keep remodelling the night-life (even with a "balacera" at every "esquina"), and hopefully we'll still be "in" (meaning us pretentious intellectuals). Hey! Maybe chujs will be fashionable again... Maybe, maybe, you never know.

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nan shartel June 6, 2010 @ 10:09 a.m.

hey thx for the poetry info...do these reading still occur there

super informative blog Lorena ;-)

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Lorena Mancilla June 9, 2010 @ 5:07 p.m.

Hola, Nan.

Well, I haven't heard of any readings at cantinas lately, there's a group of poets that are pretty active, they are the ones that have organized some of these readings in the past, their name is Acanto y Laurel, the promoter is Aída Méndez.

Lately the whole calle sexta feels more like a hip bar scene, than an underground cultural zone, but I've heard that a lot of empty spaces called Pasajes (were all the curios used to be in Revolucion ave.) are now artist studios, which i think is really cool.

You should just come down and explore a little.

Saludos.

L.

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