RJ Musique

☀️La Salsa Es Americana 🚌💨 Summer Tour! Catch us this summer in select US cities👇🏽 No te pierdas de nuestros shows en 🇺🇸 este verano 💨

June 20 🔸 Carrboro, NC 🔸 supporting 🔥

July 16 🔸 Cumberland, MD 🔸 Canal Place Festival Grounds

July 18 🔸 Brooklyn, NY 🔸 (2x sets)

July 19 🔸 NYC 🔸 with + 🔥🔥🔥 A Psychedelic Salsa + Chicha Dance Party 👀 se armó!

July 20 🔸 Brooklyn, NY 🔸 A special intimate show at 👈

We can’t wait to get back on the road for this special run of shows ✈️ llegó la energía de la Salsa Psicodélica 🇵🇪 🎺🎷🪊⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

Info + Tickets at www.tumbaoband.com 🎟️🎟️🎟️
Agency:
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Me llena de alegría compartir que del 22 de junio al 17 de julio tendré el privilegio de dirigir mi primer campamento de música bilingüe para niños y niñas de 8 a 10 años, gracias al apoyo del Carolina Latinx Center coordinado por Josmell Pérez. A través del ritmo, la música folclórica, la narración de historias, el movimiento y la creatividad, los participantes desarrollarán confianza, colaboración y expresión personal mientras se divierten aprendiendo.

Cada semana ofreceré experiencias musicales únicas diseñadas para inspirar, crear y conectar a través de la música (Usar QR para registrarse)

⚠️ ¡Quedan pocos espacios disponibles!

Por otra parte, existe un scholarship para educadores y cualquiera que tenga alguna profesión de cuido. Pueden acceder al siguiente link para aplicar para la ayuda: https://apps2.research.unc.edu/events/index.cfm?event=events.go&key=CFA4

¡Los espero para compartir un verano lleno de música, creatividad y aprendizaje!

Celebrating PSF Teaching Chairs on stage and on social!
Our New 2026 Chairs are:

*Natalie Faircloth is the Sockwell Chair for Excellence in Teaching in the Primary Grades (Pre-K to 2)

*Rody Huertas is the PSF Chair for Excellence in Teaching Cultural Arts;

*Emma Dove is the Burton Stuart Chair for Promising New Teachers of Secondary Math or Science;

*Kathryn Edelstein is the Bernadine Sullivan Chair for Excellence in Teaching High School English or Social Studies.

*Morgan Hogan is the GlaxoSmithKline Chair for Excellence in Teaching Middle School Science or Math;

*Angela Kileff Hill is the Zora Rashkis Teaching Chair for Excellence in Teaching World Language.

Congrats to our 2026 Teaching Chairs!

La soprano boricua Meechot Marrero alcanza un nuevo escenario internacional con debut en la Sydney Opera House

CHCCS Recognition Ceremony 2026 - Chair for Excellence in Teaching Cultural Arts

Para dejarlo en record… son muchas las personas a quienes quisiera agradecer por este logro, incluyendo a mi hermosa familia. Pero hoy se lo dedico especialmente a mi mamá, Isabel Ostolaza .ostolaza

Fue ella quien, desde que era bien pequeño, me dio la libertad de moverme, cantar, bailar y practicar trombón en casa todos los días. Nunca se quejó de mis loqueras, de la música y ni de mis inventos con mis amistades en Jayuya, Puerto Rico, donde me crié. Me permitió ser yo mismo y siempre me apoyó.

Estuvo siempre presente en mis talents shows, conciertos, guisos, y obras teatrales durante toda mi niñez. Un año antes de ingresar al Conservatorio de Música, me llevó todos los días desde Jayuya (luego de salir de la escuela) a la Libre de Música de Ponce (una hora de distancia en carro) para prepararme para la audición (2003-2004). Sé que detrás de todo eso hubo muchísimo sacrificio, días sin descanso y mucho esfuerzo. Mi mamá, criando a cuatro hijos, nos ayudó a todos a convertirnos en quienes somos hoy. Con los años entendí que todas las oportunidades que he logrado nacieron de tu sacrificio, tu esfuerzo, paciencia, optimismo y tu amor. Me ayudaste a crecer y me convertiste en la persona que soy hoy.

Una de las razones por las que sigo educando con tanta pasión por medio de las artes es porque quiero brindarles a mis estudiantes y comunidad escolar ese mismo apoyo que tú me diste y mostrarles que todo es posible en la vida.

Te amo mami. No me imagino el orgullo tan grande que debiste sentir viéndome desde Pennsylvania por televisión. Este logro también es tuyo. ❤️

Shakori 2026 with 📷 by

Ser seleccionado como Chair for Excellence in Teaching Cultural Arts representa para mí el poder de las artes para unir comunidades y me recuerda que enseñar va mucho más allá del currículo; también se trata de identidad, pertenencia y conexión humana.

Este reconocimiento refleja la importancia de mantener la cultura viva en nuestros salones de clase, creando espacios donde los estudiantes puedan sentirse orgullosos de quiénes son y aprender a valorar a los demás.

Asumo este rol con mucha gratitud y con el compromiso de seguir creando experiencias significativas y alegres para mis estudiantes, porque ser educador es parte de mi estilo de vida. Mil gracias y que vivan las artes. 🇵🇷

Michael Garrett - NC Senate's Viral Statement on the Bad Bunny Halftime Show

I watched Bad Bunny deliver the most American halftime show I have ever seen. Then I came home and watched it again. And I am not okay. In the best possible way.

He sang every single word in Spanish. Every. Single. Word. He danced through sugarcane fields built on a football field in California while the President of the United States sat somewhere calling it “disgusting.” Lady Gaga came out and did the salsa. Ricky Martin lit up the night. A couple got married on the field. He handed his Grammy, the one he won eight days ago for Album of the Year, to a little boy who looked up at him the way every child looks up when they dare to believe the world has a place for them.

And then this man, this son of a truck driver and a schoolteacher from Vega Baja, Puerto Rico, stood on the biggest stage on the planet and said “God bless America.”
And then he started naming them.

Chile. Argentina. Uruguay. Paraguay. Bolivia. Peru. Ecuador. Brazil. Colombia. Venezuela. Panama. Costa Rica. Nicaragua. Honduras. El Salvador. Guatemala. Mexico. Cuba. Dominican Republic. Jamaica. The United States. Canada. And then, his voice breaking with everything he carries, “Mi patria, Puerto Rico. Seguimos aquí.” My homeland, Puerto Rico. We are still here.
The flags came. Every single one of them. Carried across that field by dancers and musicians while the jumbotron lit up with the only words that mattered: “THE ONLY THING MORE POWERFUL THAN HATE IS LOVE.”

I teared up. I’m not ashamed to say it. I sat on my couch and I wept because THAT is the America I believe in. That is the American story, not the sanitized, gated, English-only version that small and frightened people try to sell us. The REAL one. The messy, beautiful, multilingual, multicolored, courageous one. The one that has always been built by hands that speak every language and pray in every tongue and come from every corner of this hemisphere.

That is the America I want Jack and Charlotte to know. That when the moment came, when the whole world was watching, a Puerto Rican kid who grew up to become the most-streamed artist on Earth stood in front of 100 million people, sang in his mother’s language, blessed every nation in the Americas, and spiked a football that read “Together, we are America” into the ground. Not with anger. With joy. With love so big it made hate look exactly as small as it is.

And what did the President do? He called it “absolutely terrible.” He said “nobody understands a word this guy is saying.” He called it “a slap in the face to our Country.” The leader of the free world watched a celebration of love, culture, and everything this hemisphere has given to the world, and all he could see was something foreign. Something threatening. Something disgusting.

Let that sink into your bones.
The man who is supposed to represent all of us looked at the flags of our neighbors, heard the language of 500 million Americans across this hemisphere, and felt attacked. That’s not strength. That’s not patriotism. That is poverty of the soul.
And then there was the Turning Point show. Kid Rock in a college arena in North Dakota. Three million viewers watching a man who once wrote a song about liking underage girls perform as the “family-friendly” alternative to a Puerto Rican artist celebrating love. They called it the “All-American Halftime Show”, as if America has a velvet rope. As if this country belongs to some of us and not all of us. As if you need to sing in English to count.
Here’s what I want to say to everyone who posted about that show tonight, who shared it proudly, who turned away from Bad Bunny’s celebration because it was in Spanish and the flags weren’t only red, white, and blue:

Your children will see those posts. Your grandchildren will find them. The internet doesn’t forget. And one day, when the history of this moment is written, when our kids and their kids look back at 2026 the way we look back at the people who stood on the wrong side of every bridge and every march and every moment that mattered, they will know exactly where you stood. They will see who chose Kid Rock over a hemisphere of flags. They will see who called love “disgusting.” And they will carry that knowledge the way all of us carry the knowledge of what our ancestors did when they were tested.

I don’t say that with anger. I say it with sadness. Because hate is an inheritance nobody asks for, and yet it gets passed down just the same.

Bad Bunny didn’t say “ICE out” tonight. He didn’t need to. He just showed the whole world what America looks like when we are not afraid of each other. When culture is shared, not policed. When language is music, not a threat. When a flag from every nation in this hemisphere can walk across a football field together and the only words you need are the ones he gave us:
The only thing more powerful than hate is love.
Over 100 million people saw that tonight.
And no Truth Social post can take it away.