Beautiful Girl – Junge Junge
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Sin Negro No Hay Guaguanco El Bugaloo
Bugaloo linked Black and Brown neighbors & coworkers in fused musical unison.
Much like my own family throughout the 1940’s and 50’s, Puerto Ricans from the island poured into New York with a great deal of pride and deep musical/cultural roots. By the 1960’s however, young Nuyoricans showed only a tepid interest in their parent’s music. Distinctly Boriqua, they also identified with Motown and the soulful music of an increasing consciousness among colonized people, now in the urban ghetto. Just as iterations of Jamaican homegrown musical styles quickly evolved from ska to rocksteady to dub to what we now know as Reggae, Salsa music followed a similar genesis. Today’s musical biscuit gives a big shout-out to the Spanish Harlem of the late 1960’s until the early 70’s, when young New York City-based Latin and Black musicians gave birth to Latin boogaloo, setting in motion a musical explosion that soon became “the biggest thing ” in all the clubs in town.
Los Hermanos Lebron 
Sin Negro No Hay Guaguanco (1970)
Pucho & the Latin Soul Brothers
Cantalope Island (1967)
Larry Harlow Orquestra
Maria La O | canta Felo Brito (1967)
Abran Paso | canta Ismael Miranda (1971)
Roberto y su Nuevo Montuno
Llame A Chango (1970)
Me Queda Un Guaguanco (1970)
Bobby Cruz y Richie Ray
El Sonido Bestial (1970)
Andy Harlow canta Johnny Vásquez
No Que Va A Llorar (1972)
Sandunga (1972)
Welcome to the Machine
Have a Cigar — Quintessential Pink Floyd. I have soooo many favorites. Welcome to the Machine is on the list as one of the best songs on one the best albums of all time. It’s all about those haunting and distant guitar rifs that beckon us to get closer to the speakers – begging for more. And the lyrics? Truly amazing – 2 lost souls swimming in a fishbowl…. OR Can you tell, a smile from a veil……?
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar
You’re gonna go far, you’re gonna fly
You’re never gonna die
You’re gonna make it if you try
They’re gonna love you
Well I’ve always had a deep respect
And I mean that most sincere
The band is just fantastic
That is really what I think
Oh by the way, which one’s pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy
We call it ‘riding the gravy train’
We’re just knocked out
We heard about the sell out
You gotta get an album out
You owe it to the people
We’re so happy we can hardly count
Everybody else is just green
Have you seen the chart?
It’s a helluva start
It could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy
We call it ‘riding the gravy train’