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Valerie Miranda, Label Relations Manager for US Latin and Mexico at Spotify
“They say that the most beautiful part about mariachis is the moment they arrive and the moment they leave. I must admit, I agree. In mariachi songs, the women are always damned wretches, who scorn the good hearts of the men who serenade them. Singing these songs has always been difficult for me; I don’t identify with “El Rey”, but I also don’t think I’m a harpy predisposed to destroying the hearts of men.
In Juan Gabriel’s songs, there are no heroes or villains. Juan Gabriel gave himself over to the ambiguity of life and love, outflanking those singers of the hairy-chested masculine variety. Juan Gabriel suffered. Juan Gabriel no nació para amar. His feelings were our feelings: he resigned himself, he longed, he remembered, he sighed. Juan Gabriel talked like us, but better. With just a few adjustments, his songs could have been performed by women. That’s why I sing them. That’s why they’re mine.
Juan Gabriel has no last name, and we don’t care whose son he is or what school he went to. He was effeminate, he dressed in sequins, he was delicate and sensitive and he transformed the morbid fascination with his sexuality with his declaration of absolute singularity: “lo que se ve, no se juzga.”
Juan Gabriel won. He pioneered the possibility of triumph over the kinds of adversity that most Mexicans face at birth: triumph over classism, homophobia, mass media. His life was the original telenovela – his impoverished childhood, his crazy father, and his stint in an orphanage gave him the tools to understand the pain of all Mexicans. His triumph over adversity was the inspiration for a society that was freeing itself from the bondage of its conservative education.
Yesterday we lost the architect of the Mexico that I adore.”