Cuba, 1975, nueva trova

Silvio RodríguezDías y flores: I don’t speak Spanish, so I always have to follow this with a translation, which, of course, opens up a lot more of what’s going on here. You can enjoy this music for what it is, beautiful, melodic, acoustic intimacy (and often I do), but if you want to get all you can out of this, dive into the ugly political side of what he’s saying. Even when he sings of love, he’s singing of struggle and freedom. There is a lot of memory in his music.

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