Either I'm too sensitive
Or else I'm gettin' soft
(If You See Her, Say Hello | Bob Dylan)

it's hard to say if time is just softening me, or if it is finally giving me the lens to justly appreciate the gifts of our Latin American tradition. Or both.

We've been, lately, rediscovering our great musicians who, in an earlier era of our lives (adolescent, insecure, impressionable, and fatuous), we disdained simply because "they were not Charly, Spinetta, or Silvio" or because they were played in the radio.

I say "we" because I include several comrades with whom I roamed the city looking for real music.

And tonight, for one, looking for a good song while we put our kids to bed, I stumbled upon this cover of Mi Enfermedad.

Fito, Fabi, and Celeste singing Mi Enfermedad

At exactly 0:44, when Celeste enters the song, I get goose bumps.

Even my wife, who does not speak Spanish nor had the fortune of growing up in South America, is drawn closer to the speaker. She asks "who is that? and what song is it?"

We play the song again, and again... and Celeste's voice and Fito and Fabi's joy make me choke a little.

And that's because this song was inspired and written for Celeste, and our Argentinian Janis Joplin was born to sing this song. Am I not right?