So you're using folk to include Nashville-produced country, then?
Hmm. I suppose I can see that. The pose (if not the reality) is down & out.
Then again, I think you'll find that pose everywhere in music & narrative in general. It's violations that make story - whether it's the violations of the law or violations BY the law (from 41 shots to, well, all of The Wall). If nothing happens - if no one is frustrated or up against something - then it's not much of a story.
Narcocorrido fucking rocks, if you're into the accordion & the reefer-fueled polka.
I dig Steve Jordan, El Huracan.
They call him the Jimi Hendrix of the accordion.
For me, it's the eyepatch:
In his case, as in the cases of Fela Kuti and, well, the Beatles in Japan, he's actually done a lot of the crimes he sings about - mainly having to do with smoking dope or sneaking it past authorities.
He's a little different from most of them narco singers, in that I don't think he does straight corridos about the cartels - more of conjuntos about his own adventures with the law.
Then again, drug crimes aren't quite the same as, say, being a psycho killer. (Qu'est Que C'est?)
Or not being able to take Mondays.
Or youth gangs.
Or just cold-blooded murder, 1780s style. |