I don't even know where to start with this song. The fact that the song is from the perspective of a drunk cat bitching to his owner about the cat's annoying wife? The pianist's sequin jacket? The fact that Santana looks like he's just downright jerking off against his electric guitar? Or how charmingly filthy the song is?
I'd only ever heard this song once in my life. I was 9 and we were getting off the car to go to a Walgreens. It was a rainy Sunday. And Sundays were the day when my dad stayed glued to this salsa/bachata/bolero/plena station. I hated the station.
It was hosted by this older man, who sounded like he was well into his late 60's-early 70's. He sounded like he held more spit in hs mouth than he should and spoke in a soft, wrinkled, monotone voice, introducing the next song with a lengthy explanation of who they were along with how amazing the next song was going to be. Sometimes, he would talk about times when he and the band/singer hung out. He wheezed when he laughed at his own stories, his chuckle was the only break in his low, monotone voice. Looking back now, i think it's one of the most charming things I had and still have ever heard. But i completely loathed it. I was fairly Pro-Puertorrican statehood then, and this was an affront to my Yankee-doodle-dandy lovin self.
My dad worshiped this show. He absolutely loved it. He would leave errands that involved him driving till then so he could listen to it on the radio. He tried to find out if the station kept archives online because he wanted to put them on my ipod before i left for college. He insisted that i listen, saying that it was good for me and that i would fondly remember the show in my adulthood. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
Dad, you're a douchebag
Not to mention the hillarity of the 70's in this video. I'm having a hard time finding any of the musicians sober.
www.youtube.com/watch
I'd only ever heard this song once in my life. I was 9 and we were getting off the car to go to a Walgreens. It was a rainy Sunday. And Sundays were the day when my dad stayed glued to this salsa/bachata/bolero/plena station. I hated the station.
It was hosted by this older man, who sounded like he was well into his late 60's-early 70's. He sounded like he held more spit in hs mouth than he should and spoke in a soft, wrinkled, monotone voice, introducing the next song with a lengthy explanation of who they were along with how amazing the next song was going to be. Sometimes, he would talk about times when he and the band/singer hung out. He wheezed when he laughed at his own stories, his chuckle was the only break in his low, monotone voice. Looking back now, i think it's one of the most charming things I had and still have ever heard. But i completely loathed it. I was fairly Pro-Puertorrican statehood then, and this was an affront to my Yankee-doodle-dandy lovin self.
My dad worshiped this show. He absolutely loved it. He would leave errands that involved him driving till then so he could listen to it on the radio. He tried to find out if the station kept archives online because he wanted to put them on my ipod before i left for college. He insisted that i listen, saying that it was good for me and that i would fondly remember the show in my adulthood. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
Dad, you're a douchebag
Not to mention the hillarity of the 70's in this video. I'm having a hard time finding any of the musicians sober.
www.youtube.com/watch
