Hace Que Salga el Sol

I'm listening to Julieta Venegas on Morning Becomes Eclectic and am reminded why I have admired this gal for years now. Her roots stem across Long Beach to Tijuana to Mexico City--her life must have wild juxtapositions unknown to most. With an excellent sense of melody and a voice unlike any other female vocalist I know, everything she does pretty much turns to gold. What probably endears to me most is how she is able to accurately capture nostalgia in every situation. A few years ago, "Me Voy" was a life-lesson-anthem for me--realizing it's better to let go of dumb decisions and yeah, I might deserve some of that pain that goes along with it. I have some of her lyrics firmly ingrained in my head to offset my romantically-challenged worldview. It's no surprise she reads Dostoevsky or jets off to Buenos Aires to experiment with songs. That's exactly what she reflects: a contradiction of beauties, una mezcla de mundos y sentimientos, a simple love of intricate shades and balances.