Monday, May 05, 2008

Irapuato Market Musicians



I wish I had more video of these guys. I never got their names or the name of the song. I was so awestruck I didn't even tip them more than what they asked for (15 pesos, what a steal). I wish someone would pay me to travel the world recording street musicians. I take that back, I wouldn't ask for payment, just expenses, the performances would be payment enough. Gloria and I once saw a street musician in New Orleans play a one string guitar. The lyrics went something like this: praise Jesus, praise Jesus, praise Jesus. That same day we saw an impromptu jam session of N'awlin's style jazz in the middle of St. Charles Cathedral square. The trombone player sang like Louis Armstrong of course, but he could fill the square with his voice. Wild.

Here are the lyrics (as best as I could understand them) and a rough translation. If this isn't the blues, I don't know what is.

Cuando salgo a los campos me acuerdo
De un amor que yo tuve en un tiempo
Hoy la miro y me da sentimiento
Sentimiento por ese ingrato amor

Tu eres rico y te llena de orgullo
Yo so pobre y tirado a los vicios
Te lo digo borracho quien me juicio
Otro amor como el mio no lo has de hallar.

Tu eres rico y te llena de orgullo
Yo so pobre y tirado a los vicios
Te lo digo borracho quien me juicio
Otro amor como el mio no lo has de hallar.

*****

When I head out to the fields I remember
Of a love that I had once upon a time
Now I see her and it gives me sorrow
Sorrow over an ungrateful love

You are rich and she fills you with pride
I am poor and slave to my vices
I tell you this drunk- who more can judge me
Another love like mine you’ll never find it.

You are rich and she fills you with pride
I am poor and slave to my vices
I tell you this drunk- who more can judge me
Another love like mine you’ll never find it.

1 comment:

Talia said...

Happy cinco de mayo, Jesus.