You probably don’t know this, but José José (né José Rómulo Sosa Ortiz) was not only one of my favorite Mexican singers; he was pretty much responsible for a lot of crying during my yesteryears. So many of my memories from Mexico are intrinsically linked to a José José song: The first time I got drunk (on a disgusting bottle of Padre Kino white wine;) my first kiss; my first heart break…
I don’t exaggerate when I say José José was the soundtrack of my family life back in Mexico growing up. And, just like Juan Gabriel, another Mexican grande who left too soon, José José was already a staple in my home way before the hipsters or younger people discovered his beautiful voice. Awwww, the parties in San Pedro de los Pinos with us singing out loud to the tune of No me digas que te vas, El triste, Gavilán o paloma or Si me dejas ahora, my mom’s personal favorite.
I’m not sure heaven exists, but if it does my mom is in for a big fiesta with two giants who –just like her– left us way too soon.
Go serenade my mom, príncipe…
You probably don’t know this, but Juan Gabriel (né Alberto Aguilera Valadez) was one of my favorite Mexican composers/singers/showmen/human beings. My mom, who used to blast his music pretty much all the time, once told me something I will never forget:
“Remember: We have loved Juan Gabriel way before the fresas* discovered him.”
She was right, and once that happened we were not able to afford his concerts anymore.
Still, I was lucky enough to see him live a couple of times, and his 1990 Concierto de Bellas Artes went to become the soundtrack of most of my young adult life, including my late night escapades to Acapulco with my best friend; my first — and only — marriage and subsequent divorce and a car accident in Querétaro in 1998 in which I almost died and killed a few members of my family. (Luckily, we all survived, including several rusty JuanGa tapes.)
Seriously, man! This was way too early.
Go serenade Cuquita, pues!
*Fresas: Rich, Hipsters, Pirruris, etc.
Oh, and yes, he packed Madison Square Garden last night (April 6, 2014)
If you thought Mexican luminaries are the only ones paying tribute to Roberto Gómez Bolaños, Chespirito, think again. In a sign that El Chapulín Colorado knows no borders, JLo picked to wear this for her latest V Magazine cover shoot.
¡No contaban con su astucia!
Call me biased, but I prefer JuanGa’s outfit, like, a million times better. Which do you prefer?