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the chalchalers no, the singers of dawn SI!

algun dia los porteños van a tener que hacerse cargo de la imagen que construyeron de "el interior" argentino

una de esas cosas es la invencion de "los chalchaleros". Vamos, dejemonos de joder, los chalchale' son un invento porteño, (como menem, los rodriguez saa, riky maravilla, y uno que otro carabajal) aqui en Santiago no existen, y dudo que en tucson, jujuy y salta, son opas pero no boludos, opas nomas, alguien los coloque en un top 3, ponele, de agrupaciones folcloricas

este post viene a cuento de haber visto este video


hijo de mil saravia, no puede maestro... o si, se entiende, usted es parte de esa cosa llamada oligarquia salteña

en este post a la vez que mostramos al mundo al gorilaje encubierto detras de los chalchale', venimos a reinvidicar a Los Cantores del Alba, el mejor conjunto vocal del folklore argento, ni tobas, ni altamiranos, ni carabajales ni nada de todo eso, mucho menos nocheros, por supuesto

por la macha que me pegue el domingo, hoy levantamos la copa que no levantamos ese dia por Los Cantores del Alba

y le damos a los valses... PANTALEON, PRESENTE!!!

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  1. Es cierto, los chalchaleros son eso, la imágen porteña del interior.

    Grandes los Cantores del Alba, aunque debo confesar que siempre me parecieron mejores Los Fronterizos, sobre todo en la época de Gerardo López, que después tuvo su propio y tremendo conjunto.

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