My friend and I were taking the bus home when we met a fellow Mon Laferte fan. She immigrated from Colombia a few years back and was excited to see the artist in the States. She’d seen Mon Laferte multiple times in her home country, but this was her first time seeing her abroad. The fan noted how much the artist’s music helped her when she moved. She felt heard – as if Mon Laferte spoke directly to her through her lyrics.
Known for her unapologetic, outspoken nature and fearless activism, the Chilean-born, Mexico-based artist is no stranger to making her presence known on stage or off. The community fostered around her was welcoming and intense. All with their own stories and personal connections to her words, the audience was transfixed by Mon Laferte with fervor.
She looked like she walked out of a painting when she came out on stage in a shortened black Renaissance-esque dress and a beautiful cloud background that highlighted her silhouette. Her hair was up in a loose bun that was encased in rhinestones. Roses from the audience adorned her throughout the show.
There was never a dull moment during this show. Her vocals were powerful and vibrant, sounding better than the recorded version. Her backup dancers, who changed outfits multiple times, made as much of an impact as the singer. There wasn’t a full band behind her, just two trombone and trumpet players and the drummer.
Audience members who dressed to the theme were escorted to the stage to dance with the dancers and Mon Laferte. One of those audience members was the friend I went with who had the time of his life on stage.
I will admit that my Spanish isn’t where I want it to be. Despite that, I enjoyed every second of this show. The theatrics, the world Mon Laferte engulfed us in, and the excitement of seeing the dancers waltz around the stage were impressive. I’ve become a new fan of this artist, and I’m excited to see her Netflix documentary this August.
