All of us wish we had an Alice. I wish I had an Alice.
Every band had their own distinctive sound, but it was pretty much dancing music and rhythmic music with a tremendous emphasis on copying the Cuban models.
I think we risk becoming the best informed society that has ever died of ignorance.
Everyone comes back. It makes no difference how far we wander, we always have our country, our land, in our souls and our minds.
So that I saw music as a way of documenting realities from the urban cities of Latin America.
People are a lot smarter than anyone gives them credit for being.
And, he'd seen me in Panama, and he talked about maybe doing something in New York so I hooked it up when I came here and I recorded in 1969 my first album with Pete Rodriguez.
Windy or not, a day this beautiful has to be lived. The day is bright and clear, the sky blue, and the dry air feels light. A northerly wind stirs a primal urge to move. The geese feel it, and so do I. Perhaps it is a last internal vestige from a time, long ago, when we migrated with the seasons across open plains, following the animals we pursued for food. Perhaps that is why the sight of migrating geese arrests our attention, why we feel the pull. We want to go, to travel in fresh or moody weather, taking in each newly revealed vista.
We think of our eyes as video cameras and our brains as blank tapes to be filled with sensory inputs.
But man does not create. . . he discovers.
Dancing almost always turns out to be a good idea.