Mexican Musical Madness

Everything's a ittle out of whack here in Mexico at the moment. Computer access is proving a bigger challenge than anticipated and music is everywhere. Sometimes you can't get rid of it. The incessant throbbing of disco, for example, is for
me an unwelcome sound, an insidious form of noise pollution, not the least bit helped by the nagging presence of a hangover.
Then there's the kareoke. Ouch, another assault on the ears and another speedy getaway. Escape routes fail to present themself quickly enough. What to do? Another margerita perhaps? Join in? Neither option sounds particularly appealing at the moment. Not that I'm looking for sympathy I know I won't get, I am in Mexico after all.
Do bar bands sound the same everywhere? No, but they do seem to share a common set list. Some young edgy looking Mexican musicans did a surprisingly good job of belting out the usual fare, albeit with some interesting lyrics evidently lost in translation. For example, "Old Time Rock 'N' Roll" began with the words "Just put the old sausage on the shelf." And I don't think the lead singer was attempting some clever secondary meaning. I'll give them their due though---they played with good energy and skill. I'd like to hear them play something original.
I had my moments performing my Americana music in Mexico and folks from all over the place seemed to share my enthusiasm, thank you very much. I'm not sure when I'll make it back here but when I do, I plan on bringing better ear protection in case of emergency.