We were at the home of friends last night . Rosa Icela is Mexican, born in Tijuana, and her husband is a Georgia boy who was stationed in San Diego where he met her. She treated us and other guests, most of whom we knew, to a Mexican dinner. It was sort of “Tex-Mex” with a decided improvement in flavors: tacos and pico de gallo. Dessert was something I had never had: cheese with candied quince. After dinner we sat out on their deck on the top of one of the mountains here enjoying the night air, having another glass of wine and talking. It turned out that Rosa is a singer with a beautiful voice and tremendous repertoire of Mariachi music; the old stuff. Lynn volunteered that I play guitar, and the son’s guitar showed up in short order. I had to spend a few minutes getting it back into standard tuning, and then I played a little bit of Malaguena salerosa. She knew all of the words and parts of the music were unknown to me. We promised to get together sometime and work out a few songs.
People then wanted me to play bossa nova, other songs with Spanish lyrics and other requests. I wasn’t able to comply except to play a little of this, the only bossa nova tune I ever learned. This isn’t exactly a standard. Folks wanted “The Girl from Ipanema”.
This is the song I have to get down: