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The same writing team that wrote singer Cher 's "Believe" wrote his hit "Bailamos. Younger brother of Julio Iglesias Jr. Appeared on the cover of the Spanish edition of 'Rolling Stone', December 15th, Number 3 Spanish Song: Is the first Latin artist to have the most 1 singles on Latin Billboard Charts history.
Decided to part with his trademark mole after a doctor told him it could become cancerous. His new single, "Addicted," is from his [new] 4th English album titled "7" Enrique's album is due out November 25th, Co-wrote Clay Aiken 's song "The Way". His father is of Spanish descent. His mother, who is from the Philippines, has Spanish, as well as Asian-Filipino, ancestry. When he was about 9 years old, his grandfather was kidnapped but later found safe and well. He was interviewed by a fan of the show named "Super Enrique Fan". He was interviewed before his performance at the Wango Tango Concert, held on 15 May He sang "Addicted", "Hero" and "Bailamos".
At the Wango Tango Concert held 15 May He sang "Addicted," "Hero" and "Bailamos. August ; chosen as a renowned songwriter to sit on the executive committee to choose the Maxell Song of the Year. Including both his English and Spanish albums, Enrique named his album "Seven" because it was his 7th album all together. November ; Enrique will be on the board of advisory in the project "International Year of Microcredit. His on-screen debut in Once Upon a Time in Mexico was the last footage of him with his trademark mole.
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Has one nephew Alejandro, from his sister, Chabeli Iglesias. In a long-term relationship with Anna Kournikova.
Not related to good friend Gabriel Iglesias. Is working on 2nd English album, due fall His new single from his 4th album will be "Addicted". His 4th album is due out November 25th, The girls star as gladiators, while singing to Queen 's hit, "We will rock you". In the studio working on his 3rd English album. In order to indulge his fans, but shockingly to the Festival's hostess, he threw the award to the audience.
The hostess of the festival, shocked, urged the people to return the award, and one of the fans went on stage to give it back. However, one of its wing's sharp edges had hurt a young woman in her head, and she later received medical attention. He is a half-second cousin of American actor 'Steven R. If you're buying an album because of the face on it, you're stupid.
A younger brother, Carlos, would join him on that very ledge eighteen months later. Rich in history and overflowing with culture, Madrid is the kind of city one can get lost in. Strolling through its narrow streets, stopping for a chato, a glass of red or white wine before dinner, cheering at the bullfights--these are just some of the attractions that await the accidental tourist and greet the permanent resident.
For all their worldly advantages, the Iglesias family was not what one would call entirely functional. From an early age, young Julio was aware of difficulties in his parents' marriage. The rumors of his father's sexual exploits with other women would at first shock his delicate constitution, and then alter it beyond recognition.
With time, he would learn to justify the infractions, growing closer and closer to his father as he grew up. On the surface, the family operated like a well-oiled machine. Rosario would escort Julio and Carlos to school, and play the dutiful wife at home. On the inside, however, she was fuming with all the outrage of a woman scorned, and planning the rift that would ultimately divide the family forever. The loyalties of the children would split down the middle and here we anticipate the course of events.
Given their present reputations--Julio Iglesias is allegedto have bedded more than 3, women since the time he was twenty years old, while his younger brother, Carlos, has remained with one woman for a number of years--it's clear which parent each brother sided with in the ongoing war of the Iglesiases. While Carlos stuck by his mother, caring for her well into her twilight years, Julio formed a strong attachment to his father. But the disruption of the family would not occur until much later.
Meanwhile, life went on for the Iglesias family as normal. Ironically enough, the boy who grew into the quintessential "Latin lover" wasn't considered good-looking by his peers.
He would often have to play second fiddle to Carlos, who received most of the attention from family and friends. Knowing that he would never be as handsome as his younger brother wrought a deep-seated insecurity in Julio, one that still plagues him to this very day. Gabi Fominaya, a family friend from the old days, recalled that "Julio had quite an inferiority complex about his looks compared to Carlos.
Carlos was an exceptionally beautiful child with thick dark hair and beautiful long eyelashes. I think Julio got sick of people saying how lovely his brother was. Although had it not been for his being deficient in the beauty department, Julio would never have striven to develop his personality. Using charm and wit to win the affections that his then-gangly and awkward frame could not, Julio developed the kind of social ease that would later help him ascend to the heights of international stardom.
He would also excel in the game of soccer, a sportthat was more like an institution than a pastime in Europe, If a young boy showed promise in soccer, one could feel certain that academics, girls, and popularity would all fall into place. Being a skilled jock was not something the Spanish took lightly, and Julio had been pushed to develop his gift since he was just five years old. By his fifteenth year, Julio had become such a proficient goalkeeper that he decided to attend tryouts for Real Madrid, Spain's premier pro soccer team.
Hundreds of young hopefuls had come to compete for the limited team slots, but it was Julio who was handpicked from the crowd to serve as the junior reserve goalkeeper. He would spin the ball around the tip of his finger before booting it back into play. He was agile and daring. He always went for the ball, even in the most impossible situations. He definitely had what it might have taken to go all the way to the top. Even then, he had all the makings of a superstar and a world-renowned performer. Since the very first time that he blocked a shot, he would forever crave the roar of an appreciative audience and the hush of a jam-packed stadium as he dove for the ball.
Of course later, the soccer balls would be replaced by women's lingerie, and the audience of male sports fans by throngs of female admirers. His old friend and current manager, AlfredoFraile, noted the immense impact that joining the team had on Julio's development. Maybe that was his real taste of success and adulation and he never stopped needing it.
When he turned twenty years old, he was on his way to becoming one of the brightest stars on the Real Madrid roster, as well as earning his law degree at the Colegio Mayor de San Pablo.
As a young man, Julio was not apt to rock the boat. He was well aware of the respect his soccer skills elicited from his parents and friends. It was as if he were on a roll in the approval department, and was scared to slow down his momentum. To secure his position in his parents' good graces, Julio made plans to study law.
Law would be his anchor, and soccer would be his crowning glory. His friends were known to say that Julio had life all figured out and neatly compartmentalized, but Julio was just beginning to find out what he was made of.
In fact, although he claims to have chosen law as his profession, his father's not-so-subtle pressure tactics had exerted a tremendous influence on that decision. But for Julio, studying was always more hard. He wasn't a natural like Carlos. But I insisted that at least he tried. Julio attempted to immerse himself in his studies, but would invariably find himself needing to take frequent breaks between his courses. After all, he was young, popular, good-looking, and a rising soccer star.
What more need be said of youth and its zest for the fast life? Living fast had always been Julio's motto. But this credo never proved as dangerous as it did on the night of September 22, Majadahonda was home to an annual fiesta that attracted young people from every corner of Spain; the equivalent of America's youth flocking to the shores of Panama City, Florida, for spring break. And much like any other young man released from the duties of school, Julio took advantage of the fiesta, dancing in the town's square, dining al fresco, and whistling at every pretty girl who passed him in the plaza.
Happy and carefree after a short-lived but satisfying romp, Julio and his two consorts jumped into his sporty Renault, ready to return to the real world. They had not been drinking, but even so, the giddiness they felt just from being young and alive intoxicated their senses. Julio was so high on life that he felt invincible, so invincible that he decided to test his courage by accelerating the car to mph just as he was rounding a dangerous bend in the road.
The car spun violently, as Julio tried desperately to regain control. But it was too late. The vehicle had teetered over a sharp precipice, plunging deep into the soil. For a minute, Julio thought that he was done for. But no sooner had the car come to a crashing haltthan he regained consciousness. He was still in the driver's seat and wasn't visibly injured.
His passengers were also fortunate, escaping with only minor scrapes and bruises. Hobbling away from the site of the crash, the three shaken friends went in search of help. All was well, at least for the meanwhile. In October of the same year, Julio returned to school with the intention of resuming his studies and his practice sessions as a member of Real Madrid. Anxious to get out on the field and prove his mettle to his coaches, Julio ignored the slight discomfort in his spine.
Because the pain was intermittent and would vary in intensity, Julio eschewed the doctor's office, hoping that the problem would go away of its own accord. Instead of improving, however, the discomfort grew stronger. Performing routine blocks and lunging for the ball became increasingly difficult. Soon the pain would prevent him from playing altogether. The strain on his spine had gotten so bad that he could barely stand up straight, let alone jump headfirst to block a shot. He was dying with it.
For a father to see his son this way is a terrible thing.
He had always been a healthy boy--an athlete. But I could see the gravity of his condition written on his face. I ran to every specialist that I knew and called in every favor I was owed to try to find out what was wrong with him. Without the medical advancements of the past twenty years, diagnosing Julio's spinaldiscomfort proved to be a challenge of immense proportions. One doctor after another would shake his head after examining the stricken young man. And even though they witnessed his pain firsthand, they could find nothing wrong with him. Some specialists even went so far as to suggest that the problem was all in his head.
He was so angry with the doctors' ineptitude that if he hadn't been one himself, he surely would have written off the entire profession as a racket. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and still there was no answer. When the New Year had come and gone, and Julio's malady was no closer to being cured, Julio's father took matters into his own hands. He secured the aid of some of Spain's most renowned neurosurgeons, begging them to diagnose his son. Through a painful procedure called the Tiodoro, the team of doctors promised to catch what the myriad of X rays had missed.
Hopeful as Julio's father was about detecting the problem, the new procedure was extremely dangerous and painful. In his autobiography, Julio described the extreme anxiety he felt during the operation. The moment of my greatest fear, my greatest sense of being a complete nobody, of feeling all the fear of a small child or of a small animal.
I have been a hyper-strong kid, super strong I had been one of the best sportsmen my school had ever had. I was a complete sportsman. I was an athlete from head to toes, but there I was with liquid moving slowly down my spinewith my head bowed. Like a rabbit, like a bull, like a ewe about to be put to death in a slaughterhouse. As if to make up for all the anguish he experienced while lying prostrate on the table, the procedure proved successful. It finally provided the Iglesiases with the answers they had been searching for. He would have to stay at the hospital for a new round of treatments.
But this would not be the happy homecoming he had envisioned. The doctors were once again baffled by the young man's paralysis, leaving the family no other option than to buy a wheelchair for their son, something they had tried to postpone for as long as possible. Seeing the wheelchair for the first time was just about as traumatic for Julio as his father had anticipated. No matter how hard he tried to wrap his mind around it, Julio could not understand how he, the soccer whiz, the strong athlete, could wind up in a wheelchair. Julio would have plenty of time to accept the cruel hand life had dealt him.
Bedridden and despondent, he would need every minute of those painful months to recuperate from the blow and regain his strength. As a testament to his prowess, Julio started working on a strict regimen of mind over matter. He would spend hours communicating with his body, trying desperately to revive his listless form. I learned how to control the pain in the muscles. I spent hours and hours a day giving orders to my brain: Move my fingers, my arms, my feet.
His will to walk again was so powerful that he began feeling sensation in his toes, then in his knees, and then in his entire leg. Although he would need to engage in a grueling round of physical therapy sessions, Julio was well on his way to a complete physical recovery. His emotional recovery, however, would take much longer than he'd ever expected. By , Julio had gained enough control of his body to move around with the aid of a walking stick. It would take another two years for him to walk on his own. Of course, a slight limp would always remain to remind him of the horrible ordeal--as if he could have ever forgotten.
It's for this reason that he likes to wear special shoes on stage that have very thin, clothlike soles that allow him to grip the ground. If you look at his feet, he uses them like claws to hang on to the ground. He had spent a large part of his youth rehabilitating at home, and was bent on experiencing all of the pleasures that life had to offer, including outings with friends and with women.
Not surprisingly, his father's wish that he go back to school fell on deaf ears. And after seeing his son's struggle to walk, Julio Sr. For the next couple of years, England would be the place Julio called home. Given the young man's desire to brush up on his English and fend for himself, the UK was the perfect choice. Ever since the accident, confidence had become an issue of paramount importance to the young man. He'd lived under the supervision and protection of his family for so long that he began to question his resolve to make a mark on the world.
England was far enough away that he would not be tempted to call home for moral and financial support. Whether he could stomach the separation was another matter altogether. With no money and no friends, the young man realized that he had taken on more than he was capable of handling. He felt utterly desolate and alone until he met fellow Spaniard Enrique Bassat. Julio jumped at the chance to open up to Enrique, telling him of his unfortunate situation in England.
Eventually, the latter would even name his son after the friend whom he credited with turning his life around. In Julio's darkest hour, Enrique had arrived like a saving grace. Just knowing that he would have a roof over his head and a companion to talk with put Julio in a better frame of mind. Of course, money would be tight for the down-on-their-luck duo. If they wanted to eat, let alone keep their tiny studio apartment, they would have to come up with a moneymaking scheme, pronto.
Since his days as a soccer star, Julio had not shown a proclivity for other activities. He enjoyed singing, but after being laughed off the field by his soccer buddies, Julio kept his vocals relegated to the safe confines of the shower. When pressed by his ever-industrious friend, however, Julio admitted to having sung a clear note in his day, as well as to having a rudimentary knowledge of the guitar. And as beggars couldn't very well be choosers, Enrique responded to Julio's admission by booking him a gig at the Airport Pub.
At first, Enrique and Julio began playing as a duet. But once he became aware of Julio's talent and the incredible impact his performances had on the audience, Enrique graciously bowed out, giving his new friend center stage. Julio would sing songs that were popular at the time--Tom Jones, EngelbertHumperdinck, The Beatles--and people responded to him because he had something then that he still has now, something you can't really quantify. He had a kind of light that shone from him. A kind of charisma. The hard-won confidence he had gained during his stint with Real Madrid, and then lost during his extended convalescence, came flowing back as if by magic.
He became so self-assured that he even found the courage to do what he'd once thought impossible--to fall in love. Gwendoline Bollore was the kind of girl Julio could not resist. Unfortunately, with her blond hair, high cheekbones, and regal air, other men would also find her irresistible--namely Enrique, who had fallen in love with the young lady long before Julio ever came on the scene. When she showed an interest in Julio, young Enrique was crushed by the blow. More importantly, he felt slighted by Julio who had gone out with her on the sly to avoid the inevitable confrontation.