when you discover how stupid you are.
I had bought Kumbia Kings album “4.” The problem is, I don’t speak spanish, but I still like the music (blame my mother for that one). Anywho, I liked listening to numbers 2, 4, 12, and 13. So, for like a day and a half, I’m listening to this cd (am I the only one who, when spelling “listen” pronounces it “list-en” in their head?) on repeat. Sunday afternoon, I’m laying on my bed playing 2 and 13 back-to-back, when I noticed they sounded awefully similar.
I then begin to pick out words in the song, and noticed they share the same words. Then it hits me. I jump up and run over to my wall locker where I have the cd jacket (this isn’t just hyperbole, I literally ran to my wall locker, such was my excitement). I grabbed the jacket and read, 2-Amores como el tuyo, 13-Amores como el tuyo (version Kumbia). So, all this time, I had been listening (again with that whole “list-en” thing) to the same song, just a faster version, and it took me a good 36 hours to figure it out. No wonder I liked both of them.
One would think I’d keep my stupidity to myself. One who would think that doesn’t really know me. I immediatly call my mother and tell her the entire story in a good five seconds. She was quiet, I could tell she was shaking her head. I tend to get that a lot. Usually I just remind her that she’s the one that raised me.