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| If you can no longer tell the cowboys from the Cubans, the rancheras from the rockers, and the Irish sailors from the mariachis, you’re not alone. As the dust settles from the mushroom cloud of globalization, the last standing musicians have found their music mutated into the only sounds they know: new hybrids that reference cultural traditions without fear, seamlessly switching from surf rock guitars to retro accordions, from New Orleans funk beats to Mexican polkas. more >> |
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