Try not to dance... I tell you it's impossible.
The second album I take from the collection instantly makes me smile. I know this one from the days I was in my teens, living at home, and on Saturdays often 'helping' my father in his music store Tipitina. Helping as in stacking CD's, making sure it all looked perfect, finding requests in the order system, searching the correct record in the stock, assisting customers who wanted to listen to an album. Occassionally I was actually able to give advise to a customer, but often the questions were so specific that my father's photographic musical memory needed to solve the riddle.
But back to the swinging sounds of Cumbia Cumbia which was a remedy on quiet days and moments when people on the street did not enter the store but just walked by. Starting to play this album, opening the windows a bit further and spread the tones out on the street, would guarantee people to halt their stroll on the pavement, look inside the store and instantly make them decide they had to have this at home.
The version I have here is a 2012 edition from World Circuit. It is a 2-LP with an old deliberately pixeled picture on the front of the album, and various colourful pictures inside. Both records in this album give you cheer-up danceable music for every moment of the day. The sound is not overly present or loud, but sends a Columbian rythmn into the air you just cannot sit still to. The small yellow post-it is my father's way of remembering which songs are most suitable to get people caught up on the music. I gratefully take his advise on this.
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