Let's file this one under another heading, Horses and Music, but down here it should be at least a subset of Religion, mixed of course, with Tecate.
El Moro de Cumpas is one of the most famous songs of all time in the entire Mexican republic, and somehow I was so, so lucky to spend almost three years in Moctezuma in the same university office (Universidad de la Sierra, or, as everybody says, "la UNI") as the daughter of Pedro Frisby, the owner of the famous horse. I sure learned a lot from her. We taught English, and she still does.
Antonio Aguilar, who sings, is regarded here as the Roy Rogers of Mexico, and rightfully so. Give it a watch/listen.
El Moro was supposed to be destined for the Kentucky Derby. He was that good, but the straight all-out borderline race depicted in the video was actually begun a few feet south of the open border on March 17, 1957. Fences and walls were practically unheard of and no one cared who might slip up, down, or across the Arizona-Sonora border. Horses were much more important than drugs, (and really still are) and no one had very much money (as most don't still), so why should work and a wall be more important than a horse race?
If some of the the women were really dressed as depicted, in black, like Italians back then, well, indeed, time has changed some things. Yet little has changed much. Just the Muro - the border wall, and the ever present "migras" (Border Patrol) and federales (PRD).
Yes, El Moro de Cumpas used to race on the very same ground where we Americans built El Muro - the Wall. Funny how one letter can mean so much, and indicate such irony.
I live on the ejido, and there is a new horse track near my house. I do love it!
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Iris DeMent's church
I'm trying to figure out how to divide this blog into sections, but that will surely have to come later. In any case, how is it if I start with religion?
Since I have always loved music more than myself, I will put this song up, and guarantee that is the my first and last word on the subject - at least for this week.
Iris always floats my boat when she's not kicking my head!
The lyrics are below. Here's the link to the song.
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Everybody's wonderin' what and where
They all came from
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go
When the whole thing's done
But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me
I think I'll just let the mystery be
Some say once gone you're gone forever
And some say you're gonna come back
Some say you rest in the arms of the Savior
If in sinful ways you lack
Some say that they're comin' back in a garden
Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas
I think I'll just let the mystery be
Everybody's wonderin' what and where
They all came from
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go
When the whole thing's done
But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me
I think I'll just let the mystery be
Some say they're goin' to a place called Glory
And I ain't saying it ain't a fact
But I've heard that I'm on the road to Purgatory
And I don't like the sound of that
I believe in love and I live my life accordingly
But I choose to let the mystery be
Everybody is wondering what and where
They all came from
Everybody is worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go
When the whole thing's done
But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me
I think I'll just let the mystery be
I think I'll just let the mystery be
----Iris Luella DeMent, Infamous Angel
Since I have always loved music more than myself, I will put this song up, and guarantee that is the my first and last word on the subject - at least for this week.
Iris always floats my boat when she's not kicking my head!
The lyrics are below. Here's the link to the song.
============================================
Everybody's wonderin' what and where
They all came from
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go
When the whole thing's done
But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me
I think I'll just let the mystery be
Some say once gone you're gone forever
And some say you're gonna come back
Some say you rest in the arms of the Savior
If in sinful ways you lack
Some say that they're comin' back in a garden
Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas
I think I'll just let the mystery be
Everybody's wonderin' what and where
They all came from
Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go
When the whole thing's done
But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me
I think I'll just let the mystery be
Some say they're goin' to a place called Glory
And I ain't saying it ain't a fact
But I've heard that I'm on the road to Purgatory
And I don't like the sound of that
I believe in love and I live my life accordingly
But I choose to let the mystery be
Everybody is wondering what and where
They all came from
Everybody is worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go
When the whole thing's done
But no one knows for certain and so it's all the same to me
I think I'll just let the mystery be
I think I'll just let the mystery be
----Iris Luella DeMent, Infamous Angel
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