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DJ OMAMBO Presents El Sol De Santa Cruz: The Night Shanty Shack Became the Bronx

Saturday, June 21st – Shanty Shack, Santa Cruz. Evil Wings Taco Truck rolling fresh carnitas and al pastor to order. Shanty Shack Team Brewery pouring cold ones straight from the tank. And on the little wooden stage? El Sol De Santa Cruz turning a backyard into 1976 El Barrio. I came for the food. I stayed until they turned the lights on because NOBODY wanted to leave. This is the full night – phone footage, food close-ups, and the exact moment “El Yoyo” made grown adults scream like teenagers. June 21st, 2025. Shanty Shack, Santa Cruz. Evil Wings Taco Truck slinging wings, quesabirrias, and carnitas that drip down your wrist. Shanty Shack Team Brewery pouring cold, fresh hazy straight from the tank. And on that little wooden stage under the palms, El Sol De Santa Cruz making three hundred strangers feel like lifelong friends. I came for the food. I left baptized in salsa. This is the night the sun decided to rise in a backyard. The sky was still pink when I walked up. Smoke from the Evil Wings Taco Truck curled around the string lights like it already knew what was coming. The Evil Wings crew handed me a taco the size of my face and a beer so cold it hurt my teeth. I took one bite, heard the first horn hit of “Bámonos Pa’l Monte,” and started running, salsa dripping down my arm like it was trying to keep up. By the time I reached the stage, Barbara was already inside “El Cantante,” singing it like Héctor never left us. Kevin’s piano was speaking in tongues. Jamie locked the tumbao so hard the redwoods started swaying. Kim’s flute floated over everything like a tropical bird that forgot to migrate. And the trombones, Michael’s trombones, sounded like the 70s had time-traveled just to remind us how to feel alive. “Mark, man… I need to know how this band even exists.” He wiped the foam from his lip, eyes shining brighter than the stage lights, and dropped his voice just enough that I had to lean in like he was telling me where the treasure’s buried. [Full story to be continue] “We just gave the Bronx a California address.” “That’s the magic, man. Look around: people who walked in as strangers just became family on that dance floor. The Evil Wings Taco Truck heat, the Shanty Shack beer, our horns, Barbara’s voice… tonight we didn’t play music. We started a party that refuses to end.” -- I thought. Then the lights dimmed. Barbara grabbed the mic and purred, “Pídele prestado el yoyo a Teresa…” The entire crowd inhaled at once. What happened next can’t be timed. Javier turned the timbales into a machine gun. The trumpets hit notes that made the string lights shake. People started doing the yoyo hand motion in perfect sync. A guy in a Giants hat screamed “BRONX IN THE HOUSE!” The Evil Wings Taco Truck cook held a tray of Quesabirrias over his head like Simba. Somebody’s abuela was out-dancing her grandson. Empty beer cups became maracas. And for one perfect, endless moment, Shanty Shack wasn’t in Santa Cruz anymore; it was a street corner in El Barrio, 1976, and nobody had a care in the world except the next coro. When the last mambo exploded and the crowd roared “¡O-tra! ¡O-tra!” Javier just smiled and whispered, “Original songs are mixed. Album drops next year. Tour loading. But nights like this? This is why we wake up.” I walked out under a sky full of stars, Evil Wings salsa still dripping from my fingers, hips still moving like they forgot how to stop. Shanty Shack, Evil Wings Taco Truck, Shanty Shack Team Brewery, and El Sol De Santa Cruz just served the most perfect evening I’ve ever tasted. If you weren’t there, fix that. Drop “YOYO” in the comments if your soul just danced Like if you can still smell the carnitas Subscribe because I’m never missing another night Share with everyone who needs to remember what alive feels like November 1, 2025, the night Santa Cruz borrowed the Bronx and never gave it back. #ElSolSantaCruz #ElYoyo #EvilWingsTacoTruck #ShantyShack #SalsaDuraLives (See you at the next one. I’m bringing two tacos and a full heart.)