"And unless we bathed and washed the dishes, we couldn't turn on the little brown radio to listen to "The Whistler", "The Shadow", or "The Saturday Night Hit Parade" with Andy Russell, the only Mexican I ever heard on the radio as a kid. We would sit and listen while we shined our shoes. During the commercials, my mother would sing beautiful Mexican songs, which I then thought were corny, while she dried the dishes. 'When you grow up, you'll like this music, too,' my ma always prophesied. In the summer of '67, as a buffalo on the run, I still thought Mexican music was corny."