miércoles, 1 de septiembre de 2010

You Know You Live Too Close To The Border (Part II)

I've never really enjoyed country music. However, in 2004, my roommates in Morelos would listen to a compilation CD that had two country songs on it. And I loved those songs because they made me think of home. Mexico enjoys more than its fair share of gringo pop and hip hop, but country music is unheard of.

Or so I thought.

Then I moved north. Country was played in the parking lot of the grocery store, on the street, the university radio station--everywhere. (Mixed in with the pop, ranchero, and hip hop, of course.) In a number of ways, it's clear that this state used to be a much larger state, named Texas-Coahuila. Because hanging out here, I don't feel like I'm quite in Mexico. And the little bit of time I've spent in Texas, it didn't feel quite like the US. Texas-Coahuila is just a region of it's own, I guess.

1 comentario:

Amanda dijo...

My neighbors listen to a lot of country but they also lived in the States for like 10 years so I think that's why. It is sometimes comforting to hear the music in English.