Music in the Isthmus

I went to two concerts this weekend. The first with a guy from the big city (i.e. the BIG city, Mexico City) who sang a lot of ballads and made me wonder once again if breaking one's heart is the national pastime. They may want to consider yoga or chess . . . The next was to listen to my friends present their new CD--that's them in the black and white. If I can figure out this music-posting stuff, I'll put up one of their songs. I'm quite fond of them . . . as people and musicians, of course.