Noches de calidez

My buddy pixelsniper just emailed me a fantastic webpage with links to verdaderas joyas of Spanish music.

Deme, el Castellano tops the list with No te lo consentiré. In his febrile ardor, he proclaims, “I cannot consent to you that a man that is not I penetrates inside you”. A glowing example of the macho ibérico spirit, this is not to be missed.

Download it ye bachelors, pop it into itunes, uncork a little vino tinto and seduce those lovely señoritas. Es seguro.

But, midway down is the salient gem of the bunch: a truly complicit soul, El Pelos & los Mares.

In Yo soy hombre de la noche el Pelo, with audacity and shocking fervor, sings, “I like to drink. I like to drink. I like women that give me much pleasure. Yes, yes, yes. I’m into drinking. Yes, yes, yes. I’m into smoking. Yes, yes, yes. I’m into women. If, if, if, they give me pleasure. Yes, yes, yes. I’m into drinking. Yes, yes, yes. I’m into smoking. Yes, yes, yes. I’m into women. If, if, if, they give me pleasure.”

El Pelo makes clever wordplay with “sí” and "si" which sound the same, but in Spanish mean “yes” and “if” - unfortunately untranslatable in crude English. El Pelo also resorts to tautology in the tradition of the grand philosophers to emphasize what he so wisely knows as the only good things in life, las mujeres, y beber. Y fumar.

Alter this brutally honest refrain, El Pelo launches into a delirium of flamenco only rivaled by David Bisbal.

And then, the best part: “I’m a man of the night. I like the darkness. I’m into the good herb. Señores, I don’t want anything else.”

There’s much more, and the wise critics on this webpage have done a much better job than I. Here’s to your noches de calidez.