A South Bronx Puerto Rican Cowgirl Visiting Graceland & the Church of Elvis


I grew up in the South Bronx, during a time in which it was still burning and crack epidemic was starting to take hold.  It was some dark times then and some powerful music rose up in response. Yet, I didn’t know much back then about the emerging rap music genre. I came to “fight the power” at a much later time. Nor, for that matter, did I know much about pop music. Once, I was with other schoolchildren at a lunch break where everyone was discussing their favorite song of the moment. When it was my turn to throw out to the group my favorite song, I was ridiculed for hours (and days really) because I mentioned a song that no one really knew. I actually mentioned two that I was caught between: “Hound Dog” and (Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear.  Besides liking songs…

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