Been sort of obsessively listening to one song on one cd for the past week or so.
So Pra Contrariar e Gloria Estefan, Santo Santo
Big Brazilian samba sound, and it resolves up and up and up something like three times.
Why is when white people write a prayer song it makes you want to kill yourself, but when Latinos do it, it's a street party?
Video quality is pretty crappy, but the song is amazing. Makes me want to mix a batch of caipirinhas and go watch the World Cup. Plus Alexander Pires is so fine.
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Why is ...
Easily explained, but I've deleted my off the cuff history lesson. Just looking forward to when people are all the same again.
It's a happy tune!
I've long said that we're only a generation or two away from being a light brown nation, and that will be a good thing!
Does it have anything to do with cultural views of God i.e. some see him as punisher and avenger, and others see him as friend and savior? It ain't the white people who call their kids "Jesus," after all. That's it, I'm adopting a kid and naming him Jesus, and I'm going to pronounce it GEEZUS.
Not to mention all that freakin' fantastic African drumming.
I never wanted to get up and swivel my hips when we sang the Doxology. Maybe I should have, don't you think that would have been awesome?
But all that's beside the point, which is the song, dammit! I suggest you download it and play it really, really loudly, like I just did. It just feels right with this heat!
Yes, basically, something about that desert heresy coming north to kill our fiery cold-weather paganism on the edges of Roman swords. And then Brazil being a place where African rhythms could flourish as nothing else could under the brutal oppression of the slaves whose fervor was made all the more feverish by the certainty of uncertainty on more than a daily basis, while my ancestors were pinning scarlet letters and burning witches.
I once danced for hours with a Cuban man who, at the end of the night, held both my hands in his, looked deep into my eyes, leaned close to me and said, "You have LAH-TEEN soul." One of the best compliments I've ever received.
That is better than the woman telling me I didn't dance like an engineer.
How do engineers dance?
Not as well as me, evidently.
My wife sambas. She can samba all night and all day. She learned in Brazil. It took me years to teach her not to Samba.
I don't know why more women don't watch soccer purely for the guys. There are some very handsome fellows playing in the world cup.
Don: but can you samba?
Throckey: you are one lucky guy! And I've always thought soccer players were cute, with the best legs. Not as cute as hockey players, but maybe I just have a soft spot for Vikings. Or Canadians.
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