Sunday, September 25, 2005
Labamba by Ritchie Valens
I can't even remember my exact age when she got it. My Mother had persuaded my Father to buy her a Hi-Fi for her birthday. Accompanied with the expensive toy was a stack of 33 rpm records. My Mother went to work spinning her LP's and singing along. I watched attentively as Perry Como and Dean Martin songs romanced her through the speakers. Then it happened----my Mom put on a disc that grabbed me by the soul. I couldn't understand a word that was being sung---but I stood up and danced the way pre-schoolers often do. My Mom took me by the hand, and I had my first dance. By the end of that week I could sing along with every lick that Ritchie belted out. I never knew the English translation---but to me it said, "Let us dance." I can still sing along---thus began my affair with music.