If it aint baroque, don't fix it

It isn't music, but hopefully it might be sonorous; and if you read it aloud, while watching the Wizard of Oz, with the lights off, and your pants down...you know the drill.

Help me come up with a title for my new short story!

The Blind Troubador of Oaxaca

This is an old Smithsonian recording of a blind, elderly fellow who would walk around Oaxaca singing and playing songs. The last track, "La Llorona," is a famous Mexican folk song about a woman who drowns her children and then stalks the landscape weeping for them.

Doce Cascabeles (12 Bells)
Quien Sera' que me ama? (Who will it be who loves me?)
Ll Llorona

Straight from Mexico's ice cream capital

This is the Mexican jumbo-harp music (the mariachi's "country cousin") we listened to a few months ago. The group is from Michoacan, the ice cream capital of our great neighbor to the south.

Paseando por Michoacan
La Renca
Son del Ranchero


If you could speak Spanish, you'd know that the second track is all about a man who marries a woman with a club foot. I think at one point she beats him with her crutches. The chorus from the third makes a guest appearance at the end of my farm story.