“I want you to put it on the radio. Just once. On a Sunday morning. So my wife—who left this world last spring—can hear it from heaven. She loved the way he said ‘ay, ay, ay, ay’ .”
Don Chente was not just a singer; for the people of the small village of Cocula, he was a feeling. And for 70-year-old blacksmith named , that feeling was the only thing keeping his soul alive. Vicente Fernandez Joyas Rancheras Al Estilo D...
Tomás had a treasure: a bootleg cassette tape labeled in faded ink: “Vicente Fernández – Joyas Rancheras – Al Estilo de los Tres Gallos (1968).” It wasn’t the polished, orchestral Vicente the world knew. This was raw. A young, fierce Vicente singing Volver, Volver with only a single requinto guitar and a guitarrón , as if he was serenading a ghost in a cantina that had just been swept by a dust storm. “I want you to put it on the radio