My best friend since Kindergarten, linked me to this Tejano
website, and I've been jamming to it so much lately.
Memories come back...good memories! I remember Fiesta in San Antonio, lost nights in the market square, ending up at a carnival, or the time I developed pictures of STRANGERS because my boy got too happy with that camera; he still has that habit.
Another more recent memory was early January of 2006, strolling around the market square holding onto the ex's left hand and admiring Frida Kahlo paintings. I was like a kid in the candy store, going crazy and wanting everything. Apparently, he saw my eager face and knew I wanted one so there we go, walking off with a Frida Kahlo painting wrapped carefully in paper so it wouldn't get ruined. "Two Fridas" - my favorite painting of hers. And, let's not forget the big content smile on my face! I wake up every morning and see that painting; it's a beautiful sight in the morning.
When I hear Tejano music, I also think of the bailes on Saturday nights @ the K.C. Hall, learning how to "cumbia" and never learning how to dance polkas or rancheras because I always wanted to lead and dance my own free way. The ex was teaching me before we broke up... When I hear those soft romantic songs, I remember when he held me, and I finally got to slow-dance with a man. Yeah, 21 years old and never slow-danced with a man until that great time in January, and it only lasted a couple of minutes but the rhythm we had in each slide of our feet was truly magical - just like the whole entire relationship. Full of magic. :)
Okay, just realized something - two paragraphs about the ex - I need to let go! What else does Tejano music remind me of? Cruizes through town with one of my other best friends; his finger gently moving the dial till Ramon Ayala sang louder.
I could go on and on about Tejano music and identity like a previous post, but what makes you feel at home? Is it music or a certain food? A certain movie? A certain article of clothing?
