Freddy Fender was a good ole boy from Mexico who sang really great cryin'-in-your beer music. There was nothing fancy about it, it was just plain and corny, as subtle as an electric cattle prod. It was music for cowboys, construction workers in hard hats and big-rig truck drivers with ball caps. And I loved it.
Freddy left us three years ago this October. I do hope they serve cerveza in Heaven.
This is the kind of music Bro and I like to play in bars before an older crowd who like to get a little drunk and cry in their beer remembering the good and bad about love and family. I like this kind of music too -- listening to it is like peeling away the layers of the heart, getting past the callouses and down to the soft tissue where you can still feel life in all its gritty glory. Freddie music gets to your center, boils life down to its essentials. And it is so fun to play!
I think of Freddy Fender music the way I do a great bowl of chili. They both satisfy the soul where fancier fare fails.
Here's the first of Freddy's song for you to consider: Before the Next Teardrop Falls.
Here's the second song: Wasted Days and Wasted Nights
