Alfredo y Nieves 1980 (Juntos a las 9) (by pisicore)
Ejemplo de cómo se bailaba la salsa en los setenta (finales) con inclusiones del samba brasileño.
Los Van Van, “Será que se acabó” (1984)
Charanga (vientos metales y flauta; cuerdas violines) reforzada por el bajo eléctrico, hacia la salsa timba (adición de la percusión de batería; el patrón básico del montuno -piano y bajo-, que por su repetida síntesis alcanza casi la condición de funk cubano). Y las voces soneras de tradición cubana: magníficas.
Duke Pearson with Flora Purim- “Sandalia Dela” (by tsokada)
Una gema bossa-jazz.
Joe Bataan - “When Sunny Gets Blue” (by yogimantra)
Bataan grabó todos lo sonidos norteamericanos migrados, afro-latinos, marginados, de guetos y barriadas -boogaloo, salsa, disco, funk, soul-, cuya marea rítmica supo inspirarle nuevas fusiones. Algunas de éxito durante los años sesenta, setenta y ochenta, pero otras muchas de desconocimiento underground.
Aquí reconstruye en clave salsa, un viejo estandard (que cantara Nat King Cole).
Candi Staton - “Victim” (Extended Version) 1979 (by LetsGoDiscoTV)
When I started out
It was just a matter of seeing you everyday
I looked forward to the times
When you would come my way oh yes
I longed just to see you
Wore a smile just to greet you
I’m a victim of the very song I sing
You gave me a brand new reason
To start fixing up my face
Having cocktails at your favorite place
A table just for two
Got rid of loneliness
Now that I have you
I became a victim
Of the very song I sing
I told you young hearts run free
When I didn’t listen to myself
Engulfed by the power of love
I just fell right in, right on in
Wasn’t hardly worried about tomorrow
You’re the future
As long as I was being satisfied
I didn’t need nothing else
And now already
I’m being left at home
I wonder what it is that
Makes a man leave a girl so all alone
Another woman is the thing
Running around
It just don’t seem to change
Victim, victim, victim, victim
I’m a victim of the very song I sing
Why don’t you practice what you preach?
That’s what everybody’s telling me
If my advice is good for others
It’s good to be good for me
So I try to occupy my mind
Keep myself busy all the time
But the more I try to do
The more I keep thinking of you
Oh well
I guess I’ll end up in the lost and found
Looks like love and me
We done fought another round
Another woman is his claim to fame
And I’m lucky if I can
Break these chains
Victim, victim, victim, victim
I’m a victim of the very song I sing
Help me say
Do, do, wap
Oh! oh! do, do wap
Oh! oh! do, do wap
Oooooo
Help me say
Do, do wap
Oh! oh! do, do wap
Oh! oh! do, do wap
Oooooo
Greg Perry - “Come on Down”
OH MY GOD!! Una joya universal, por un gusto particular.
Greg Perry - “In Love with Love”
Fino estilista por propia ingravidez vocal. De esas voces que parecen surgir de un sentimiento especial, como en Smokey Robinson, John Edwards, Marvin Gaye o Curtis Mayfield.
