La Vida No Vale Nada
They compared Rancheras to Blues. I checked out La Vida No Vale Nada for my 2nd Cine Las Americas event. The flick was a documentary about Jose Alfredo Jimenez.
Mexican music is amazing. The words, the sound, the meaning. I love how you can feel the passion when someone sings. It reminds me of my childhood, and visiting mexico, and being in the valley, and just hanging out with friends. The music makes me wish I was a poet, a singer, and a musician. It makes me want to write love letters to girls. It makes me want to have a girlfriend or a wife, whom I could sing these songs to, just for those 3 minutes at least (i can't add enough disclaimers to this statement). It makes me want to send my mom a serenata for mother's day. It makes me want to explain to all of my non-mexican music listening friends what each song means. It makes me want to do a grito. Mexican music makes me want to sign with my dad - hacerle la segunda. It wants to make me go to my parents church, where they convert old Mexican ballads, into Catholic hymns.
I drove him after the documentary and popped in a cassette (i'm old school, no cd player) of Vicente Fernandez and Jose Alfredo Jimenez. I sang along and I did do a grito. I missed a call on my cell phone, because I couldn't hear it. Then me throat hurt, but it felt great.