Most of all, however, I think that I just responded to their wonderful badness. Now that they are outdated, their awfulness is perhaps even greater than it once was, making them even more wonderfully horrible than today’s pop crop, Spanish or American. Maybe the Spaniards recognize this too, which would explain the playlist at the train station.
At any rate, I’m thinking about buying a few new Spanish CDs, or I’m sure I can find some mp3s on the Internet. Globalization is now allowing bad Spanish music to seep into the States. But my cultural revelation is that bad music isn’t about homogenization. It’s about universality.
Zoë K. Epstein ’03, of Eliot House, is associate design chair of The Crimson.
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