Showing posts with label That Salsa Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label That Salsa Life. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Voy A Reir, Voy A Gozar

So listen. This writing life gets more frustrating by the minute. I keep thinking I'm doing something amazing, and then the support is not there.

I just re-read that line and it sounds like a refrain I've sang before. I have sung this song before! I must be crazy thinking, "This time will be different. This time I will get them to come out and support. THIS TIME FOR REAL."

And then nothing.

I don't even know what I'm doing wrong. Except maybe expecting too much from the same group of people that have already proven to not give a rat's ass for what I do. I need a new song.



That said, I truly appreciate those who do make an effort to support me. I see you! I barely remember what I had for dinner last night but I will always remember who was there for me and who wasn't.

And this isn't me putting a gypsy curse on anyone, this is just me speaking my truth.

*smooches...dancing my troubles away*
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I wish it was last year and I was at Wolf Trap with Mari waiting for Marc Anthony to take the stage. that concert was everything!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

It's A Hector Lavoe Kind Of Day

Even though he dissed merengue and Dominicans back in the day... I'll forgive it because he was a beast on the mic:

  (peep Willie Colon in this clip in the horn section!)   (why is Johnny Pacheco a straight fool in this clip? cocaine is a hell of a drug! lol) Classic salsa always soothes the troubled soul. You heard it here first.

*smooches...indulging, relaxing, just enjoying my day*
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or at least working toward that goal.

Friday, May 04, 2012

"I Want A Sunday Kind Of Love..."

Ever since Santo Domingo I've been taking a pause from soca for more merengue and music from the Fania All-Stars heyday. While perusing YouTube for Bobby Rodriguez videos, I found this amazing (Japanese?) orchestra. They do a great rendition of the song Rodriguez, in my opinion, made famous:



Groove with me; let's make believe it's Sunday. Spin me around the dance floor. Never mind if the movement flounces my skirt and exposes my undies. I wore clean ones just for such an occasion.

*smooches...dragging you into my salsa world*
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you'll love it here. I promise!