It's been a long day since my last "Hump Day Vinyl" post and truthfully, this post shouldn't be happening either as I should be dragging my ass to judo tonight, but alas, I am a lazy bastard and instead I'm opting to stay home and listen to this beat up copy of Santana's Abraxas.
Nice boobies, eh?
The thing is though, on my copy they are practically non-existent as my copy looks like it survived a war, and in a strange way it kinda has already.
A war on bed bugs that is.
Okay, so let me explain.
I have been treating this particular unit for about three years and as of today, the tenant has deceased and of tomorrow, all his leftover possessions -- as undesirable and gnarly as they were -- are all going to the dumpster. A quick scan of the room revealed absolutely nothing worth salvaging but, low and behold, a small crate of records in the corner of the room. A quick flip through these though and I realize that there are no treasures here either -- marching band shit, Anne Murray, a throw away Christmas album from Sunoco, Charlie-fucking-Pride, that kind of shit. Now I know how all these records get to the Goodwill in the first place. At the very back of this crate however, practically the last record in the box, was this well worn Santana album; completely out of place.
I knew it had to be rescued.
(Of course I am.)
So I made sure it was free of bed bugs and that's what I'm choosing to spin right now in lieu of going to judo.
So there.
And, nope! I didn't previously own it, so ...
Oh, and hey! Believe it or not, this second seminal album released in 1970 played straight through with no issues or obnoxious ticks whatsoever.
he San Francisco Bay Area rock scene of the late '60s was one that encouraged radical experimentation and discouraged the type of mindless conformity that's often plagued corporate rock. When one considers just how different Santana, Jefferson Airplane, Moby Grape, and the Grateful Dead sounded, it becomes obvious just how much it was encouraged. In the mid-90's, an album as eclectic as Abraxas would be considered a marketing exec's worst nightmare. But at the dawn of the 1970s, this unorthodox mix of rock, jazz, salsa, and blues proved quite successful. Whether adding rock elements to salsa king Tito Puente's Oye Como Va, embracing instrumental jazz-rock on Incident at Neshabur and Samba Pa Ti, or tackling moody blues-rock on Fleetwood Mac's Black Magic Woman, the band keeps things unpredictable yet cohesive.
Many of the Santana albums that came out in the '70s are worth acquiring, but for novices, Abraxas is an excellent place to start.
Sans bed bugs, obviously ...
So yeah, thanks dead person.
Your only decent record is in a better place now.
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