The fact that I have becomed enamored with Chavela Vargas does not come as a surprise to me. I've always had a rebellious taste that frankly, I can't explain it even to myself... in everything; food, clothes, art, music... men.
What did surprise me is that I have apparently gone around a full circle, I had abandoned the idea that I indeed had "el gusto en el culo" and just come to terms that I felt a passionate admiration for such bizarre talents as Salvador Dali (have you ever seen "Un Chien Andalou?... don't.), Dada's Marcel Duchamp, Maria Felix, Frida, Pedro Almodovar, et al.
Until I became mesmerized by Vargas' raspy, almost manly voice, all these people were like "cuentas de un collar" disparate parts of my obsession... it turns out, that she (as lover of one, muse of another) brings all these people together with less than six degrees of separation. GREAT! film, paint, sculpture, beauty and now music!!! too bad I don't do drugs... actually, with these factors in play drugs might be superfluous.
The only thing Vargas could not do was bring all these former obsessions of mine to date... until I heard her sing with (thinking hard about the name....) Alejando Sanz (or Sans...) It's nice to know that although I can't for the life of me find definition, at least I can see that at some point it may all come into focus.