Ojo: The "Cholo Word Of The Day" is simply for fun. This is not an academic exercise, therefore I do not spend much time checking for espelling or grammatical errors. Most of the words are not only used by "cholos," but by many people in S. Texas - and their usage can vary. c/s

Thursday, April 21, 2005

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.

8 Comments:

Blogger JaeZea said...

I don't think you can ever go wrong when you belt out Jose Alfredo Jimenez while riding with friends in cars! I love him and a number of other artists too. ;0)

11:07 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

God bless the, Grito.

7:10 AM

 
Anonymous ella said...

Good times, good times.

My parents being almost kids themselves, hauling me around to concerts and festivals around Austin.
I remember going to see Vincente Fernandez.
Even I wanted to let out a grito. I know there were many others whose names I can't remember.
I need to call them and find out.

Happy Friday!

7:24 AM

 
Blogger la maestra said...

my friend and i were just belting out some ranchera songs in the car... what we would give to have someone write songs like that for us!

3:10 PM

 
Blogger cindylu said...

I think it helped my dad's cause A LOT that he played guitar and could sing those old Mexican tunes. I could see why my mom fell for him

3:28 PM

 
Blogger Cracked Chancla said...

i love rancheras. and i'm also not ready to upgrade to a cd player in my car yet.

5:09 PM

 
Blogger Aleksu said...

Texican, that is what tequila and lime are for, to soothe your troath after singing rancheras.

8:02 PM

 
Blogger mariposatomica said...

I agree with blex. Tequila time para que te heches otras cantadas. Actually, this particular post is very poetic. You are know baptized el poeta de texas! It amazes me the sound that comes out of some human beings when they sing. It's the Universe at its best...

2:40 PM

 

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