(Part 20 Of An Ongoing Series)
Lo único que no quiero es morir, no por ahora.
(The one thing I don’t want is to die, at least not right now.)
There’s not really any Sick Desperation In The Laughter of Buena Vista Social Club. What the movie has is more like Ferocious Joy In The Soul, radiating from these enchanting old Cuban musicians who’d been forgotten for years, many of whom were not long for this world. And that joy is crazy contagious. I still get chills every time I hear those opening chords of “Chan Chan.” It’s like dusk falling on a night destined for sensuous, dangerous adventure.
And the timbales solo by Amadito Valdés- how freaking 1999 is that?