Los Incomparables De Tijuana Sabiendo Quien Era Yo

Okay, let’s talk Los Incomparables De Tijuana. Specifically, "Sabiendo Quien Era Yo."
I have a confession. It's a musical opinion I'm almost ashamed to admit. Almost.
Prepare yourselves. This might be controversial.
My Unpopular Music Opinion
Look, I appreciate the classics. I really do. I can even tap my foot to a polka beat.
But, and this is a big BUT, I think “Sabiendo Quien Era Yo” is… overrated.
Gasp! I know, I know. People are reaching for their pitchforks as we speak.
The Overplayed Anthem
It's the wedding song that never ends, isn't it? The quinceañera soundtrack of our collective memory.
It's played at every family gathering. Every birthday party. Even the random Tuesday barbecue seems to require it.
Don't get me wrong. The lyrics are… fine. Something about regret and a changed man, right?
And Los Incomparables definitely have that distinctive, nostalgic sound.
It's just… played. To. Death.
The Problem with Nostalgia
I get the nostalgia factor. Music connects us to memories, to our roots.
“Sabiendo Quien Era Yo” is probably tied to a million heartwarming family moments for people.
But sometimes, nostalgia can be a little… suffocating? Like a too-tight hug from your abuela after you've just finished a marathon.
Maybe I'm just rebelling against being *told* what to feel. Music should be personal, right?
Am I the Only One?
Surely, I’m not the only one who feels this way! There have to be others hiding in the shadows.
Secretly changing the station when it comes on. Faking a phone call to avoid having to sing along.
Wishing, just for once, that the DJ would play something – anything! – else.
Don't get me wrong, I respect Los Incomparables De Tijuana and their contribution to Mexican music.
I know, I know. I'm probably going to be banished from every future family fiesta for saying this.
The Defense (Sort Of)
Perhaps it's just that I've heard it so many times. Repetition can ruin anything, even the best songs.
Maybe I need a break. A "Sabiendo Quien Era Yo" detox.
Then again, maybe I'm just a musical heretic. A lone wolf howling in the wilderness of mariachi standards.
A Plea for Variety
So, my plea to DJs, wedding planners, and family members everywhere: please! Consider some alternatives.
There's so much amazing music out there. Explore! Discover!
Let "Sabiendo Quien Era Yo" have a well-deserved rest. And maybe, just maybe, I'll eventually come around.
Or, you know, not. But at least we'll have tried something different.
Thanks for listening to my rant. Don't hate me too much!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I'm going to go listen to something completely different. Maybe some heavy metal polka?

















