Digging for records can get dirty, very dirty. So we get to cleaning some of our grimiest records, many of which we found in México and Colombia. DJs China Tu Madre, Papicultor, Smokestack, and Pozole all in La Sala sharing some filthy good music.
Los Hermanos Flores – Otra Vez
Los Hermanos Flores – Flor de Pithaya
Los Sonadores de la Paz – El Sudcaliforniano
Miguel Angel Lizarra – Tu Mi Destino
Manuel Celestino – Naciste Bonita
Grupo Laser – Buscalo
Los Hermanos Flores – La Paz
Los Sonadores de la Paz – Llegando a la Paz
Los Hermanos Flores – Todos Santos
Acapulco Tropical – La Pollera Amarilla
Ray Barretto – Hipocresía y Falsedad
Ismael Rivera – Traigo Salsa
Bobby Small – Compas de Cumbia
Grupo Miramar – Cerro Hermoso
Andrés Landero – Noche de Cumbia
Acosta y sus Tremendos – Y Me Critican
Hermanos Martinez de Allende, N.L. – Bailando en Shorts
There’s a huge list of things I love about being a DJ with La Pelanga. One of my favorites is that each of us come from different regions and with different ears for incredible music. What excites us all the time is how so much of our different music is actually closely connected. This is true even when one of us thinks they did a mix that isn’t really “pelanga-esque.” I’m talking about my fellow Pelanguero, DJ Smokestack who just put together an amazing ultra-funk, beat-rock mix for one of his B-boys homies. (I’ll let him share if it if he wants). And just as we’ve begun to do in person when we feel inspired by what the other is playing, I’m gonna tag team with him on the virtual blog-turntables and slide the crossfader over to this sizzling track from Ray Barretto.
Right On is right! I wish I had a cleaner copy, but funk ain’t ever really clean. While I got Ray Barretto’s record Barretto Power out I might as well play the title track Power that is equally funky, but more in that old school Nueva York latin strut type of funk.
I can’t help but think that this instrumental jam was written just so you could tell your own “day in the life” urban monologue over it. You know the kind that starts off with “So check this out. The other day man, I was walking down 12th Street, when I saw…”
Alright who’s got the next record to throw on?
I’m sure a lot of collectors can sympathize: I have a big pile of *great* records that I still haven’t had the time to listen to, not even once. Yeah, yeah, something about wanting to *really* listen to them… If you understand, you understand.
Anygüey, I tell you this because last night I had this really vivid dream where I *finally* played this incredible record that has been in that pile for more than six months. I figure that’s a sign, no?
Does it happen to you?
“Exodus” from 1962 is one of my favorite Ray Barretto tracks: so laid back, so eerie, and that repeated violin riff is just hypnotic. Perhaps it’s a little too contemplative to be the first song on an album called Carnaval, but it’s still a banger…
Exoduos by Ray Barreto