Today you don’t feel like decorations: you want real meat. Far away are the crowded beaches, the exorbitant cocktails or the tourist tides of the center, with its gentrified streets and the modern stink of trendy bars. You take the last drag and blow the smoke into the capricious sky while sending a fleeting whats to your bestie. Tonight you go out for Sants.
Your colleague is late, but it doesn’t matter. Things always happen here, no matter the company. South of the city, the district Sants-Montjuïc represents a urban amalgam of history and perceptions, innervated by its own heartbeat. In this crossroads of neighborhoods and neighbors, the trendy bars are traditional bars, simply inhabited by new people. Sants is a hive of cultural activity, popular festivals and authentic social life. Here you will not see palm trees wrinkling on the coastline or iaios taking selfies in front of Mercat d’Hostafrancsbut the nervous breeze of traffic on Carretera de Sants invites you to move and explore possibilities.
You have arrived early and eager to learn. So you decide to go to the new cultural and artistic meeting place in the neighbourhood, The Demo Club (Sant Baltasar, 11). After the screenings you have a drink with Sun and Renata. The thinking minds behind La Demo abound in their intention to generate networks and publicize the work of artists from different disciplines. The broad look of his proposal welcomes film cycles, readings, exhibitions, more workshops sewing and photography, among others. Looking ahead to the summer, they plan textile workshops for Barcadoro Upcycled and editorial by Ninja Paper Editionswhich will be joined by markets, DJ initiation workshops, projections, and tattoos without an appointment.
restless cultural agenda
Wow, it’s getting late and I also wanted to see what’s going on in the other great cooperative space in the neighborhood, The Deskomunal. This old industrial warehouse that housed a factory for boat sails was converted at the beginning of 2020 into a live music venue and restaurant which is accessed by number 5 of the Tenor Masini Street. After the pandemic, the cooperative is reborn with the idea of helping precarious sectors, being a niche for the neighborhood and promoting a restless cultural agenda, that is: good concerts and DJs, more local cuisine at popular prices. Look, here comes my colleague. The musicón thunders in the room with capacity for 200 people. We review the agenda: in June we cannot miss the Punk Against Concert Fest. I heard!
The night becomes entangled and I can already see us at so many giving everything in front of the cabin of Safari Club Barcelona (Tarragona, 141). The pop parties in this mythical room are epic. Thursdays rise the nth with the maximum twerking which is organized in DALE Dance Club Barcelona, a weekly party that celebrates the globalization of urban music. A desparame of reggaeton, dancehall and r’n’b Gen Z oriented. Ep, but before the album, let’s have a bite. The unavoidable stop on any visit to Sants is the acclaimed bar of Buenavista Bar (Sant Christ, 23). They take out one of their russian vice salads, and also a Murcian salad, come on. You fiddle around ordering a ‘mega pint of red wine’, only to realize that the waitress isn’t as in touch with the Johnny Depp and Amber Heard trial as you are.
Recently, the neighborhood’s most popular bar has had to move its mega-popular musical bingos to the neighbor and sister taro room (Rossend Arús, 9), which is exactly where we’re going now to give ourselves over to the unapologetic dance. ‘Cause there’s no bingo today, but this latest distortion nest is bursting with good vibes. In the background, on the stage platform, infinite dancing figures are entangled among themselves. The closer, the more flirtatious glances. And you don’t know how you have another drink in your hand.
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It’s too late. The lights in the room go up, but the veil of dawn takes you through other squares and other dances. The night becomes infinite even though the birds are already singing to the new day. Someone calls you with a can in their hand and, in the midst of disorientation, you remember the damn motto she wears on Taro’s Instagram: don’t forget to come home.