The Buena Vista Social Club: Every once in a while something foreign burns itself into the nation's musical consciousness—or whatever you wanna call the thing that gets lots and lots of people buying the same record at the same time. It'll stick around for a while, everyone will play with it, then—poof!—it's gone. Consumed without appreciable residue, like those rolling papers I used to like in high school. "Club"—I think that was the brand; burned up without leaving an ash. The Samba. The Mambo. Poof! But imagine if one of these fuckers somehow wormed its way so deeply into the national consciousness that folks took it as bedrock, started building music with it the way they used the blues and Child ballads, Chuck Berry and James Brown. Imagine if one of these pop novelty crazes got... More >>>