Burnzy’s Peru Jam

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The daily grind: Heading to work in the morning. 

This is part of my playlist that I listen to on my Iphone every day, when I am on the bus early in the morning and on my way home from work.

I use it to escape the daily routine, but I cannot understand most of it. Still, a little bit more occasionally I reach a breakthrough with a word, even if it’s only to tell it apart from another noise.

 

  • Bella (Wolfine): Beautiful
…I went to kill my heartbreak
In the rain, in the streets, homeless
Thinking about who did you go home to, woman
What did I do to you now that you’re not coming back…

 

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The mural hidden in the back room of a vegetarian restaurant in Trujillo.
  • Tres (Libido): Three

...Love me, lie to me, touch me, 

Think of me, miss me, hold me…

After a day without you, I can die, 

Tell me I lost my reason. 

 

  • La Ruta del Tentempie (Charly Garcia): The Route of the Tentempie

…And I will not wait

And I will not run

And I will not win

And I will not lose…

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I asked my students to write down questions that they had in class for them to research. This was one question a student came up with. 
  • Estadio Azteca (Andres Calamaro): Aztec Stadium
…When I was a child
and I first went to the Aztec stadium,
I froze up, overwhelmed to see the giant.
When I was an adult, the same happened to me,
but I already had frozen up long before…
  • Mayores (Becky. G. and Bad Bunny): Greater

…I like them older

Those we call gentlemen, 

The ones who open doors and send flowers…

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Friday night drinks. 
  • Hojarascas (Kraken): Fallen Leaves

…I’m not a puppet that gets tangled in your fingers,

No longer pretend, 

Because I feel more compassion…

 

  • De Musica Ligera (Soda Stereo): Of Light Music

…I will not send (her)

Ashes of roses 

Nor shall I avoid 

A secret contact…

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The sunset at Huanchaco beach.

 

  • Matador (Los Fabulosos Cadillacs): Matador

…If we talk about killing, my words themselves kill

It hasn’t been very long since the Leon Santillan fell

And now I know that at any moment I am going to be next.

Ahh matador…. Ahh matador.. Where are you matador?…

 

  • No Me Dejan Salir (Charly Garcia): They Do Not Let Me Out

I’m green, they will not let me out

I’m green, they will not let me out. 

I can not start, I can not leave, 

I can not feel love, that feeling….

My favourite five songs in Spanish (so far)

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It’s time to commit, to focus truly on the culture I live in if I wish to be a part of it. A colleague and friend from Colombia, Nox, is as good as I am at speaking English. He claims to dream in his second language.

Nox said rather bluntly to me that I actually need to make an effort learning Spanish. I was taken aback by the bluntness at first, except he was correct. I was only frustrated because I didn’t want to commit. Colleagues had given me a list of Latino American songs I should listen to weeks before, and I didn’t. I never practised my vocabulary. I kept forgetting to use Duolingo.

Music has been my escape. I listen to it at the gym, on the way to work, at lunch, and on the way home, and whenever I walk anywhere. And that’s the trouble. Not only have I isolated myself in public, I am absorbing all the songs I already know and heard a thousand times, in English.

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On my new phone I downloaded the recommended music on Apple Music (I’m so bad with technology that two months ago I hadn’t heard of Apple Music, or comprehended the benefit of listening to music on the phone), and the recommendations are all I have been listening to this week.  I

My favourite song is from the band Kraken, recommended to me by Nox, and when I first heard them I thought “where have you been my entire life? I have spent years listening to bands in English that have your same style but aren’t half as good.”

The song Sobre Esta Tierra (On This Earth) has a paragraph that I absolutely love, which I will quote in Spanish, and then in the Google Translate version:

“Hay hombres 
que dan la vida, por un ideal 
hay otros que son solo herida 
porque son, su propio puñal.”

I understand this to mean (through Google):

“There are men, that give life, for an ideal. There are others who are only hurt because they are, his own dagger.”

I listen to this song constantly, not understanding most of the words, but practising the pronounciation. The more I listen to it the more the sound of each word stands out to my ear. It’s no longer blabber.

That’s number 1, but the other four songs so far would be:

2) De Musica Ligera, by Soda Stereo. (I could have sworn I’ve heard either the band or a cover when I was out drunk one night. I love it.)

3) Flaca, by Andres Calamaro.

4) Nuestros Nombres, by Heroes del Silencio.

5) Casate Conmigo, by Silvestre Dangond and Nicky Jam.

I’m starting to get a taste, or a sample, that there is far more to art in the world than that which can be understood in English, and to truly move beyond my identity (of new clothes, or a new job) then a new language is the key.