In , she earned a record-breaking eleven Billboard Award nominations, becoming the first female regional Mexican performer to be so honored. Now I am among the beautiful lights, but when I was alone, it was God who took care of me. El Farallon was where you went to hang out with your friends and get lost in the music, forgetting everything else for just a few hours. Most important, it was where many regional Mexican singers launched their careers.
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A New York Times bestseller, this is the official biography from the beloved Mexican-American singer who lost her life in a tragic plane crash. Perhaps trying to move away from my problems and focus on the positive is the best I can do. I am a woman like any other, and ugly things happen to me like any other woman. The number of times I have fallen down is the number of times I have gotten up. However, they are not the final words that La Diva de la Banda had for the world.
She became the most acclaimed Spanish-language singer in the United States and sold more than 15 million records worldwide. A single mother of five and grandmother of two, she was also an actress, a television producer, the star of her own reality show, and an entrepreneur. As her fame grew, she made it her mission to speak about her struggles, forging an intimate connection with her fans. She became a figure of strength and a source of encouragement to women of all ages. In Unbreakable, Jenni recounts the crucial moments in her past, revealing her experiences with domestic and sexual abuse, divorce, body image issues, making her way in a male-dominated industry, raising her children as a single mother, and learning that she could depend only on herself.
Though she is no longer with us, Jenni will always be the "Rivera rebel from Long Beach," the girl who maintained her sense of humor and fighting spirit in every circumstance. In this remarkable memoir, Jenni leaves behind a legacy of inspiration and determination that will forever live on through her precious family, friends, and fans. Now I am among the beautiful lights, but when I was alone, it was God who took care of me.
El Farallon was where you went to hang out with your friends and get lost in the music, forgetting everything else for just a few hours. Most important, it was where many regional Mexican singers launched their careers. My father had done business with the owner of El Farallon, Emilio Franco. Franco said we could shoot the video before the doors opened at p. At the time, my dad, known to many as Don Pedro Rivera, was one of the biggest producers of regional Mexican music.
He had always been my biggest supporter, especially in those early days when I was struggling to break out. It was difficult to get my songs on the radio because I refused to fit into the mold of the typical Latina singer. I should have been younger, thinner, softer, quieter, dumber.
In the Latino community, female singers were supposed to be beautiful and superskinny, and their music was supposed to be silly. Latina singers were meant to be looked at and not really heard. I was considered overweight. I was considered not to have vocal talent.
And I was singing strong, ballsy corridos folk tales, often involving drug dealers. I probably intimidated the men. No other women were singing corridos. It was like a woman rapping. The people in the industry tried to make me change. If you want to make it in this genre, they said, you have to do this or that.
A lot of women had to do sexual favors to get played on the radio. Fuck that. I wanted to make it based on my talent or not at all. Music was secondary. He was set to be released in three weeks. On this night they sat in the nearly empty club watching me do several takes of the song. I thought we would be done by nine, but by the time we finished taping at around nine thirty, a few customers had started to trickle into the bar area. As I exited the restroom, a man grabbed my right arm to make sure he had my attention.
He was making me upset and he knew it. I picked up my things and walked out of the club with Rosie and Gladyz. I was in a bit of a rush because they were both still in high school, and this was a school night. I was never one to have many friends, especially since Juan scared many of them away with his temper and his rude behavior. Now that he was incarcerated, I was a loner. Hanging out with the girls was fun and helped keep me busy until his release. It was only , so we were in the clear.
Once I made sure Rosie was in the house, I turned up the music and began the drive back home. I was living in beautiful, gangsteriffic Compton. Being a Realtor, I had bought a house there as an investment and decided to live in it for a while. As I exited right onto Central Avenue, I noticed the car behind me flashing its high beams. It got closer and closer as I slowed down to see if I knew who it was. The driver flashed his high beams again. What the fuck? Was I driving too slow?
Did I forget to turn on my signal? Suddenly, the car sped up alongside my green Ford Explorer, purposely trying to sideswipe me.
I sped up, hoping that they were just messing around with me. They would drive behind me, then speed up and try to run me off the road and into the parked cars on Central Avenue.
What the hell am I going to do? I was living alone with my three young children. Our house had been broken into just two months earlier, and everything had been stolen. All of this was running through my mind as I kept driving around the block, hoping these guys would magically disappear.
My whole body was shaking. Finally, I stopped close to my house, though not in front of it. How foolish. Their car stopped behind me and I could see that the men were ready to step out. I decided that I would make a run for it.
I would run as fast as I could, the way my brothers had taught me to when we played baseball as kids. I opened my car door and started sprinting in my high heels, screaming at the top of my lungs.
I did not look back. I could hear the sound of their boots running after me. I ran, I screamed louder. I cried. I prayed that someone would hear me. If they did, nobody came to my rescue. The boot steps were gaining on me. My high heels were slowing me down. Suddenly I felt two pairs of strong arms grab me.
I had been caught. I tried to fight back. I kicked and screamed. I was the gangsta bitch from Long Beach. The Rivera rebel who never lost a fight. But I was outnumbered. One man had stayed in the car. One covered my mouth with his huge hand. One dragged me by the hair and pulled at my arms until I was thrown in the backseat of the car.
The prominent chin. The man from the club.
She went through many things in her life including: an 8 year abusive relationship, rape, and suicide attempts. She fought through everything and everyone, including herself, and she ended up becoming in my opinion the most famous and known banda singer. However, she passed away in December of due to a tragic plane crash. This book is her legacy. The main conflict begins where she starts to get hate because no woman has ever done banda and corridos. I was in Unbreakable: My Story, My Way Jenni Rivera is a strong woman who faces a lot of difficult decisions in to the music industry cause she is a girl and raising kids as a single mother. I was disappointed when i got to the end to hear that she died someone that talented should have not left the world yet but but god puts us here for a reason he is the only one that chooses when are life is over and we did our duty here.
Jenni Rivera's 'Unbreakable' Autobiography Reveals Star's Darkest Moment And Only True Love
I had too much promise. At that time and still today, the genre known as regional Mexican music was and is dominated by men. In a interview with Billboard magazine, she stated, "It was hard knocking on those doors to get my music played. One radio programmer in L. She also said, "The song blew up. People became interested. La Mejor , which became her first record to detonate a chart in the United States.