Ricky Martin at Pechanga

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The opening horn stab of 'Livin' la Vida Loca' still hijacks a room the second it hits, and that is the whole case for a Ricky Martin night. Twenty-five years after he kicked the door down for Latin pop on American radio, the man remains a genuine force of stage presence -- the hips, the voice, the sheer wattage of a crowd that has been waiting to lose its mind. Pechanga puts him in the valley on a November Sunday, close enough that most of Temecula and Murrieta can be home before midnight and still hoarse from screaming. This is not a polite sit-down concert; it is a party that happens to have a superstar at the front of it. Wear the shoes you can actually move in. Some nights are for behaving. This is emphatically not one of them.