Win tickets to see Ricardo Arjona at the Forum.
Ricardo Arjona is back in Los Angeles, and your chance to see him perform is at the Forum in Inglewood on Saturday, Sept. 9.
We are giving away complimentary tickets to the show.
For a chance to enter to win, email us at with “Ricardo Arjona” in the subject line and tell us why you would like to go.
This contest ends on Friday, Sept. 8 at 1 p.m.
More info on Ricardo Arjona
I was born in Cádiz Spain in 1855. I was called Juan Arjona. My parents were Don Jose Arjona and Donna Josefa Vartelo. After a life without a trace, except for a few children, 2 girlfriends and a wife, I died of Tisis at age 37, and three of my children went to sea in search of anything.
I was born again as Ricardo Arjona Fassen in 1891. My mother, Ana Figueroa, died just the day I was born due to complications in childbirth. The scarcity and death of my father took me to a new continent with two of my brothers; That we arrived in Guatemala a few months later, one of them by profession clown went to the south and I never heard from him again; The other went north, just south of Mexico, and I lost track forever. I had no choice but to stay with me and with the continuation of my being given. I settled in Tecpán, Guatemala, and set up a bakery. Aurora was my wife and with her I conceived several children, one of them, Ricardo. When Ricardo Arjona Moscoso turned six, he gave me to die, and I had to pack my things and find a place in my son’s body to last a few more years.
I lived in Tecpán, Guatemala, until I was 15 years old when I went to stay in the school for Alameda teachers. After three years of graduating and wanting to know the world, an appointment from the Ministry of Education took me to a town called San Agustín Acasaguastlán, where I met Mimi, an empirical teacher, beautiful, tall and with whom I married years later Fault of an accident named after a woman who is now my eldest daughter. Today, I am the third son of Ricardo and Mimi, I was born in a town called Jocotenango where my father was teacher of the school for some years. I did not have a major story, I never excelled in school except for my behavioral disorders and one goal in the school league. At the age of eight, my father gave me a guitar and I met Juan, my Spanish great-grandfather, Who wanted to be a musician until tuberculosis snatched his life. Perhaps that was why when I had the instrument in my hands it was like meeting with my ancestors, as distant, uncertain and unknown as the depths of the sea and the time that separated us forever. Today, I could abound by saying the things they said so many times. The albums I have, the songs featured, the prizes won and even make a biography complete enough to look, after reading, much bigger than I really am. I could abound saying the things they said so many times. The albums I have, the songs featured, the prizes won and even make a biography complete enough to look, after reading, much bigger than I really am. I could abound saying the things they said so many times. The albums I have, the songs featured, the prizes won and even make a biography complete enough to look, after reading, much bigger than I really am.
Today is 2016, I am the fourth of the Arjonas I inhabited, two of them born in the old continent and the last two, Ricardo Arjona Moscoso and I Ricardo Arjona Morales born in Guatemala. I have a Harley motorcycle that I always dreamed of; I have debts paid, at least those of money; 16 albums some better than others and for some years I live anywhere, wherever I can, where I let this come and go that provoke the tours.
Lately and after a trip as travel as a tour of more than 120 concerts, I was left with a furious desire to escape the noise and rediscover myself and the songs with the silence of the basic moments and moments in solitude. I turned the light off and listened to how much I hid myself, rescue the forgotten songs from my past and put them all to the tip of guitar and voice on a record, wanting to forget that one day they were so dressed that they hid their true beauty.
I am Ricardo Arjona, the fourth generation of foolish wrestlers who chose to move from places to not get bogged down and the things that make you belong in one place.
What: Ricardo Arjona, Saturday, Sept. 9 at 8 p.m.
Where: The Forum, 3900 W. Manchester Blvd., Inglewood 90305