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I've been around Spanish language music most of my adult life, but most of it is the kind I don't like. Everyone here is into Tejano music. But I found this band recently, it's pretty good: Pena Colectiva Video by MONTE NEGRO - MySpace Video
I also like Merengue, Salsa, and Mexican and South American folk. I've always been a fan of Mana as well. So, if you know about this type of music, tell me what you like. I want to get into more. |
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Ba and Be.
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Their albums are instrumental but I really like Bajofondo Tangoclub:
As for South American music I love the Funk and Reggae that they produce.
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Registered Jimmy Rustler
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The hammer has it right. Forget about the spanish language and pop in some great Spanish guitar. There is nothing more relaxing than listening to an old school acoustic Spanish guitar player serenading you to sleep.
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A classic one:
Does anyone like Celtic Rock? There is also Celtic Rock in Spanish. Celtas Cortos, La senda del tiempo ("The Path of Time"): TRANSLATION "Sometimes you become old suddenly, without forehead wrinkles but wanting to die. When I walk around the streets everything has the same color. I feel I miss something, maybe the love. I wake up at night in a big confusion. This melancholy is destroying me. I feel I'm becoming crazy and I sink into alcohol. The stars at night have lost their splendor. I've searched in the deserts of the land of pain and I haven't found an answer but mirages of illusion. I've talked to the mountains of desperation and their answer was just my voice's dull echo." |
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Actually, there are good Spanish-language bands in all genres.
Miranda Warning, the "Spanish Cranberries". ![]() Los restos del naufragio ("The Remains of the Shipwreck", as a metaphor for a lost love and its nostalgia): "(...) She sits in the room and talks with her shadow about the days next to the sea about the endless nights about the wish to end that emptiness And she will always look for the remains of that shipwreck And she will always go back to the lines of his portrait She still clings to what he left She creates her own reality She avoids the pain With the ghost that is still there she walks in the garden and talks with her shadow (...)" But let's see the masters: Héroes del Silencio (literally "Heroes of Silence"). Regarding public and critical success, they are probably the equivalent of U2 in the Spanish-language music. Maldito Duende ("Cursed Goblin"): "I've heard that night is full of magic and a goblin invites you to dream and I know that lately I hardly had rest and it seems I'm wandering. Daybreak comes so soon and I'm so lonely and I have no regrets about yesterday. Yes, the starts lights you up and they serve you as a guide you feel so strong that you think nobody can touch you. Distances get shorter hours pass by quickly and this room doesn't stop shrinking and so many things to say so much speak floating around if only I could escape from this place..." Mar adentro ("Out to Sea"): "At last I've found the path along which my steps will fall And tonight love waits for me in your lips With every look, by God, memories burned inside of me But now, finally, I've rejected forever that rotten fruit I'm in the prison of desire And even if I should begin digging the tomb that I know awaits me, nobody ever saw me cry like this Grant that a beautiful moment ends, and that reality take its place: To swim out to sea, and to not be able to come back I'm in the prison of desire, with you..." If you want something more cheerful, optimistic and energetic, my recommendation is.... .... ... jump! ![]() Salta ("Jump") was a hit by Argentine-Spanish band Tequila from 1981 (and remastered in 2008). And it really makes you jump like a cat: "I left home with a smile on my face Today I've got up really happy The morning sun brights in my face A fresh breeze helps me to wake up The city seems to be my friend Today is my day and nobody's gonna ruin it The girls in the corner laugh mischievously I know what they want and I'm gonna give it to them I say jump! Jump with me! I say jump! Jump with me! Jump! Jump with me! I go on my way without worries People pass by and look down on me But I don't care, it doesn't matter to me Today I'm happy and I feel like jumping I say jump! Jump with me! I say jump! Jump with me! Jump! Jump with me! Jump!! Jump! Jump! I say jump! Jump with me! I say jump! Jump with me! I say jump! Jump with me! Jump!..." More jumping? OK: Los Ronaldos. Not the footballers, of course, ![]() ![]() "(...) And at nights we'll do the same old thing Because we like it and it's amusing (...)" Did you ever have a friend who was a pain in the ass? Didn't you ever want to call him an I-D-I-O-T ? Listen: Has anyone mentioned Fito & Fitipaldis? They have had much success recently: "(...) I would like to give you always a little more than what I ask from you. You know I will dream, if you're not there, that I wake up with you. You know that I want more. I can't live with only five senses. This sea keeps more and more sunken ships. You are air, I am paper, where you go I will go. If I were left in the dark, light of madness, come and enlight me. Someone said once: 'Through the mouth the fish lives'. And I am saying it, I am telling you again. Tell me why you ask how much I've missed you, if in every song I write, my sweetheart, you are the accent. I don't want a wandering star, I don't want to see the aurora, I want to look at your coke-coloured eyes. You know I will dream, if you're not there, that I wake up with you. You know that I want more, I can't live with only five senses. This sea keeps more and more sunken ships. You're not with me whenever I sing to you, I make songs to be with you, because I write just as I bleed, because I bleed everything I write. I've realized whenever I sing, that if I don’t sing, I don’t know what I say. Grief is dancing with Weeping, and when it wants it will dance with me. Life lasts only a short while, and that's what I have to be with you, to tell you what I never sing, to sing you what I never say." Hahaha ![]() "Tell Dad that I left the town. Tell the boys that I'll never return. I go in a car that I stole last night from a smart guy who tried to get off with me. It's a two-seat spyder, it gets to 200 easy. Tell Dad that I left the town. Tell the boys that I'll never return. On the highway, lines dance like cabaret showgirls. Road patrols paint panthers in the hard shoulder. Burn the skyscrapers, burn the light poles, and the fire trucks. Burn the courthouses, burn all the bars, 'cause I won't return. Tell Dad that I left the town. Tell the boys that I'll never return. Truck drivers hang smiles on the windshield when they see me. I am the Princess of the highway and even the cops kiss my feet. I want to go very far, almost, almost right to the end, where no one gives advice, passing the border with a skull tattooed in the glass. I go in a car that I stole last night from a smart guy who tried to get off with me. I said 'I'm going for cigarettes, honey', and once inside I hit the gas. The silly cretin throw me a kiss through the rear-view mirror. Now the Moon spends the night hearing my motor's noise. Tough guys feel embarrassed when crossing over my lane. And in Heaven all the saints are on my side and pray for me. Tell Dad that I left the town. Tell the boys that I'll never return..." (Voy en un coche, Christina y Los Subterráneos, 1992) |
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Mate, Spawn & Die
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![]() But wouldn't Brazilain Octopus be a Portuguese language band? |
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Ba and Be.
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There's no vocals and she did mention South America at the end of the post! i'm just using this post as an excuse to push some bands !
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