I don't read but capiche
usta hang with my Daughter's folks in the belly of the beast
but the only espanol I recognize but sure and quick usually involves the words buey and weto sonavabish spanglish signs and whistles had me always running for cover
but old ladies would speak espanol and giggle, and the cholitas liked me cause I didn't cause trouble
funny old ladies
Italians really, but sud then centro american oh boy my girl,
some percent Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, Texan, Peruvian, Swedish, Scottish, North German, and jewish,catholic,methodist,pagan, and finally and not really reaching,
She was fluent until 5th grade-decided the hard bit life of her cousins' wasn't appealing and never spoke spanish again.
I simply never did or tried.
la lengua de corazons ,ya know?
as good a place as any to reminisce
yeah more sad songs,
I highly recommend some spaghetti westerns to go with that music.
This morning I sat through DEATH RIDES A HORSE with Lee Van Cleef again.
I think it's as good as it gets.
Ennio Morricone's score, not sure if the characters are to be taken at face value or as a deeper metaphorical representation of not just personalities but events and as you point out,
Really that's all I want to say about such events and a hometown favorite at one of the small jazz venues here in the early 70's
He had a great and happy personality.
Never forgot where he came from.