A humid Friday of reunions at Mobofest

Saint JohnAfter Thursday, Friday a hopeful atmosphere welcomed the Mobofest audience just as they climbed the path towards Consolació, in Sant Joan. Atop the first flight of stairs, some letters: "Goodbye". "See you soon". "Good luck".

Sant Joan saw the birth of the festival, which has moved a few times like any millennial: from Sant Joan to Lloret and then to Porreres. Although the comfort of n'Hereveta park was slightly missed, the beauty of Consolació made it impossible not to think that Mobofest "had to end here", that Consolació had to see "the last one". Well decorated with fairy lights, hay bales, and pallets, the result of the space showed that, after 10 years, the mobers have gone from being post-adolescents to adults who know how to dress up with great taste. Ten years is a long time.

A slightly milder evening than Thursday's - but still humid - began with singer Anna Picornell, who gave way to the residents of Formentera from the duo L’Arannà, who captivated the audience at the Huguet stage with their experimental pop offering.

Fan, portable fan, shirts and spare t-shirts. The atmosphere was stuffy and it's not clear if it was the heat, the humidity, or the feeling of waiting for the end (is it just the end of the Pla festival or is there a change of stage?). Among the audience were people who hadn't attended concerts since 2016, people who were new to it ("once and again") and others who hadn't missed a single one.

This Friday there were reunions (because there are people you only see at Mobo) in many senses. Joan Pons took the stage with the band El Petit de Cal Eril, who inaugurated the main stage (the Rosa Blanca), and assured that playing at this very festival nine years ago changed his life. He discovered Mallorca, "the authentic people of the Pla" that reminded him so much of home, and made friends, many of them musicians, whom he still keeps. Thus, he called on the public to attend Sunday's demonstration against tourist overcrowding (at 7 p.m. in Plaça d'Espanya in Palma). And with his heart in his hand, he dedicated a song to Antònia Font, because Friday's event, like Thursday's, was also marked by mourning for the death of Joan Roca. 

And from one stage to another to see Bilo, if one managed to get there between greetings and greetings, and kisses from a distance because “oh, my God, how sweaty”, “but well, it’s a bit better than yesterday”, “I wasn’t there, but they told me big things”, and between a bite of falafel or pizza, and a beer that was steaming within two minutes, the Argentinians had already settled on the big stage ready to unleash all their classics: Él Mató a un Policía Motorizado landed at Mobofest to delight practically everyone. The band, which recently celebrated 20 years on stage, reviewed its discography, playing songs from La dinastía scorpio (2013) to the much-celebrated La síntesis O’konor (2017), among other stops. The panorama from above was spectacular: the devilish red lights outlined the bodies of a devoted audience that hinted that there was still a lot, a lot of night ahead. 

Cora Yako, Mallorcans based in Madrid, sounded until at 00:57 Maria Jaume called everyone to the front row. Some ran to reach the front row. If from Mobofest Mallorca a star has been seen born, this is Maria Jaume, who shines like never before with her latest album, Sant Domingo Forever. With 'Mon Cheri Go Home', the one from Lloret called for people to go to Sunday's demonstration. As a farewell to Joan Roca, the band covered 'Alpinistes-samurais'. And while she made us raise our glasses in the air from the middle of the stage, the debate opened: “Is she our Aitana or our Amaia?”. She is our Maria Jaume. 

From Catalonia, with sequins, rhetoric, and joy, Svetlana put a final end to the night, singing about the miseries of tourism, gentrification, and the loss of identity. A good closing that invites us to start thinking about the void this last Mobofest will leave. We have already passed the equator. This Saturday we are heading towards the end.