“… One of my friends, a professor from Paraguay, took me to his home in Texas. He said he had tangos and asked if I wanted to hear them. I said, “Yes, of course.” He played all the tangos I loathe, actually. For instance, “Flaca fane y descangallada”, “La cumparsita”… I thought to myself, “What a disgrace; these aren’t tangos, how horrible this is!” And while I was thus judging them intellectually, I felt my own tears. I was crying with emotion. That is to say, I condemned that music intellectually and yet at the same time it had touched me and I was crying…”
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