My childhood Saturday mornings included sounds of Eydie Gormé y Los Panchos loudly playing, me asking my mom for apple pancakes and my father nearby reading the paper (occasionally belting out parts of the canción). Wonderful memories and a wonderful introduction to the beauty of music. I loved Bolero because I could feel what they were singing, even if I didn’t understand the words. Then when I learned Spanish, I was like, “dang, that’s some serious heartache” or “dang, that’s some deep love.” I would not be surprised if these love songs planted the wedding planner seed in me. And all that time they thought they were grooming a mini-Matlock. Ha ha.

P.S. Maya Angelou once told me that “good music is good music, irrespective of the genre or language, because it’s from the heart and we have the same heart.” Wise woman. Anyhow, gotta run. Time to make some pancakes for my family and play my Eydie Gormé y Los Panchos album. Miss you dearly Dad.




by Nathalie Cadet-James
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