I had no idea until a few days ago that the song is about a man singing about his love for the area of Cuba where he grew up. It’s very beautiful, and it was my Mom’s favorite song. We even sang it at her “wake”, or goodbye dinner, after she died.
The second musical event took place at Majahau, the most beautiful setting in Chacala. The evening was really, really special for me. First, Aldolfo Diaz, a well-known saxophone player, who was raised in this area, played for a group of us at Majahua. Jose Enrique told us Adolfo is very well known, and has played all over the world. Adolfo played lots of music, some familiar some not. It was all so beautiful. The sound of the sax is so haunting and beautiful.
And then Adoflo’s wife, Payin (Ampado Cejudo?) sang for us. Solo. All kinds of blues, and old favorites from the 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. In Spanish, English, and French. It was wonderful. For some of her songs the recorded accompaniment was a tenor sax solo by her husband. Her voice and the music together were just wonderful.
One nice thing, for me, is that the first couple of years I was in Chacala, it seemed like whenever I was around Majahua, a CD of a woman singing was on the sound system. I loved her voice and the songs she was singing. And I kept asking who it was, and saying I wanted to have a copy. And guess what, it was . She has a copy of that release, so I am in luck. I can’t wait.