Connie: All Slow-dancing music tonight.
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Welcome to the Salsa Addiction Emergency Room!
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We are all in critical condition here!
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Friday Night Salsa for 02-13-2015 for the TROOPS and their supporters everywhere!
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Here is a list of the songs in the Jukebox:
Artist/s - Song Names:
Aldemar D - Peleas
Andrea Bocelli & Sara Brightman - Time to Say Goodbye
Andrea Bocelli - Amapola
Andrea Bocelli - Besame Mucho
Andy Montanez - Antes Que Tu
Angel Canales - Dos Gardenias
Angel Canales - Nostalgia
Angel Enrique Pardo Nunez - La Bayamesa
Ayer La Vi Llorar
Beny More - Como Fue
Campanitas De Cristal
Cheo Feliciano - Amada Mia
Cheo Feliciano - Coincidencia
Cheo Feliciano - Si Mi Dejaras De Amar
El Gran Combo - Falsaria
Frank Ferrer - Eres Todo Para Mi
Gabino Pampini - Mosaico De Boleros
Hector Lavoe - Un Amor De La Calle
Ismael Miranda - La Puerta Esta Abierta
Ismail Miranda - Copas Y Amigos
JR - Senora Bonita
Joe Cuba - Mujer Divina
Lalo Rodriguez - Desilusion
Los Melodicos - Flores Negras
Louie R - Quiereme Y Veras
Lovier - Simplememente Una Ilusion
Luis Miguel - Te Necesito
Luis Miguel - Al Que Me Siga
Luis Miguel - Amarte Es Un Placer
Luis Miguel - El Dia Que Me Quieras
Luis Miguel - Solamente Una Vez
Miltino - Recuerdos
Monguito Y JP - Esto Se Llama Querer
Nelson Y Sus Estrellas - Llora Corazon
No Me Llores Mas
Oscar D'Leon - Longina
Oscar d'Leon - Solo Tengo Un Amor
Perfume De Gardenia
Rita Ribeiro - Ha Mujeres
Roberto L - Perdoname
Rolando La Serie - Sabor A Mi
Rolando Laserie - Hola Soledad
Tito Rodriguez - Mi Ultimo Fracaso
Vitin Aviles - Temes
Willie Colon - Ausencia
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A Matter Of Love
Where intellect and emotion clash, the heart often has the greater wisdom wrote the authors of A General Theory of Love. In the past, they say, people believed that the mind should rule the heart, but science has now discovered the opposite to be true. Who we are and who we become depends, in part, on whom we love.
Those familiar with Scripture recognize this as an ancient truth, not a new discovery. The most important commandment God gave to His people gives the heart the prominent place. You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength (Deut. 6:5). Not until the gospels of Mark and Luke do we learn that Jesus added the word mind (Mark 12:30; Luke 10:27). So, what scientists are just now discovering, the Bible taught all along.
Those of us who follow Christ also know the importance of whom we love. When we obey the greatest commandment and make God the object of our love, we can be assured of having a purpose that transcends anything we could imagine or our strength could achieve. When our desire for God dominates our hearts, our minds will stay focused on ways to serve Him, and our actions will further His kingdom on earth and in heaven.
Lord, we long to make You the supreme desire of our
heart. As You taught Your disciples to pray,
so too we ask You to teach us how to love.
Guide us today.
Count as lost each day you have not used in loving God. Brother Lawrence
: According to rabbinic tradition, there are 613 commandments in the Torah (the Pentateuch) which every pious Jew must keep. When asked which of these commandments is the most important, Jesus (quoting Deuteronomy 6:4-5 and Leviticus 19:18) said to love the Lord your God and love your neighbor (Mark 12:30-31). All the commandments are summarized in the duty to love (Matt. 22:40). This priority of love is echoed by John, the apostle of love, in 1 John 4:7-21.
On February 9th, 1964, one month short of my ninth birthday, my life changed forever when I watched The Ed Sullivan Show on television. That Sunday night, Beatlemania crept into my childhood and robbed me of it. Dreams of being a cowboy, a fireman or an astronaut evaporated. I've never complained, although I never achieved my ambition of being a Beatle when I grew up, over the next 35 years, I came close enough for dreams to come true.
That's my personal testament to the effect the Beatles had on my life and my future career as a professional musician. FReeper FRiend's who are not really Beatle fans, nor perhaps old enough to have but the vaguest concept of what Beatlemania really was, will just have to take my word for it - a music revolution started in February of 1964 that reverberates to this day.
Most folks overlook the political implications of that revolution, but I have a personal take that embraces the effect on our American culture. I recall that I was in second grade one November day in 1963, when my teacher, Mrs. Gupton, was summoned by the principal to the office. She returned a few minutes later and taking the flag from it's holder above the black board, she asked us all to stand and recite the Pledge of Allegiance. This was singularly odd, to recite the Pledge at mid-day, and it was obvious to all that Mrs. Gupton was crying, tears rolling down her face, and having already lived through the days of the "Bay of Pigs Invasion" and the "Cuban Missile Crisis" and practiced seemingly endless civil defense and "duck & cover" drills, you could imagine our alarm at this odd behavior. "... Under God, with liberty and justice for all", we solemnly finished, and it was then that Mrs. Gupton told us that the busses were lining up and we were going home early, because President Kennedy was dead, slain by an assassin in a place called Dallas, Texas.
Many of my classmates cried, probably more in sympathy with Mrs. Gupton than from any idea of who President Kennedy was, but even then, I knew who he was because I had watched the election returns with my parents and perhaps the Kennedy/Nixon debates as well. I recall sitting at my little drum kit and playing drum rolls and cymbal crashes each time "Uncle" Walter announced another state's results. I had to keep asking my daddy which one we were "for".
Later, I had a book about the new President from the scholastic book club sponsored by "
My Weekly Reader", which recounted his exploits on PT 109 and I had a Revel model kit of that famous boat. I was not a particularly bright lad, but that day when they sent us home early, was as dark and foreboding as any day since, with the possible exception of 9/11/2001.
I recall that my bedtime was suspended in the days that followed the assassination as my family and I watched an endless stream of images on the black and white television. It was the first time in my recollection that the three networks didn't sign-off the air with the National Anthem at midnight, but stayed on the air around the clock covering the news, the vigils and eventually the funeral of our nation's leader. The day of his burial, I again sat at my little drum, draped in a black silk handkerchief, playing along with the subdued military cadence of the funeral procession.
It seemed to me at least, that the whole nation grieved, and a dark cloud settled over everything. I don't really recall anything more tangible about the months that followed, just that somehow, much of the joy in life was missing, people were depressed and confused. My next clear memory was that Sunday night in February of 1964, when again, everything changed, and suddenly the funk was lifted when Ed Sullivan introduced that band. I wasn't watching with 70 million other Americans that night to see the Beatles, my folks let me stay up late to see Topo Gigio (the little Italian Mouse puppet), but something remarkable happened, a connection was made and I would never approach my drums the same way again. It was childhood's end, and my rite of passage.
From that moment, I became a Beatle fan and applied myself to a career in music to the exclusion of childhood sports and ambitions to be a fireman or a cowboy when I grew up. Perhaps only a nine-year-old can become so obsessed and so focused on a single goal.
In the months (and years) that followed I collected all manor of Beatle merchandise, from Beatle wallpaper in my room to Beatle trading cards with every trip on my bike to the local 7/11. I had Beatle dolls (although we call the "action figures" these days), board games, Beatle books and Beatle boots. I even had a passable Beatle haircut and there was nothing about John, Paul, George and Ringo I couldn't recount including lyrics, tour dates and all manor of fan trivia. I had (and still have) every Beatle album and single released in the next four or five years. My parents spent an inordinate amount of time and money indulging my Beatles passion and they suffered uncountable hours as I cranked the stereo and learned every Beatle song on my drums.
What happen in 1964 was an amazing conquest of America by four working-class lads from Liverpool who quite literally changed the world and brought new hope and zeal to at least one young boy in Virginia who stopped just short of hero worship. Perhaps that's why, even now, I return to those glory days when the critics who talked of flukes and passing fads were proved to be so much hot air when the flood gates of of the music revolution were opened. Fifty years have passed, and as I reminisce about those years I find the music as refreshing and exciting as ever.
By 1967, I had been taking drum lessons for almost six years, I owned a professional Ludwig drum kit and was more advanced than any 12 year-old with a drum set in my neck of the woods. I could read music and I could play along with any song on the AM radio hit parade. I had been in countless "garage bands" and had played a few professional shows with much older kids, by sheer luck and hard work.
Due to my early start, I was a better drummer than the average 15 or 16 year-old, so my band-mates were always older than I. '67 was a pivotal year for me. I was invited to join a real band that played real gigs. We learned over 100 songs so that we could play 4 sets each performance and play two performances without much repetition. It lasted almost 5 months. Then something happened that would again have a profound effects on my direction. The first pivotal event was a Monkees concert I attended that spring where I was exposed to Jimi Hendrix. I never went back to playing the old top 40 of the early 60s - I went into a steady diet of British Blues and hard rock, but my band mates were slow to adapt to the flood of new material. It all led to conflict within the band, conflict with my family and conflict at school. When my grades slipped my folks packed me off to military school, hoping to straighten me out. When I arrived at Hargrave Military Academy I auditioned for the "Hargrave Combo", an institution at the school for over two decades. I displaced the upper class man that had been playing drums for the previous two years and fell in with a group of older fellows who shared my new-found passion for the changing music scene. The "Hargrave Combo" was rechristened "Third Stone From The Sun" and we played the music of Hendrix, Cream, The Who, Vanilla Fudge, Jefferson Airplane and all manner of psychedelic, much to the chagrin of the headmaster and his minions. By the time my brief stint in military school was over, my repertoire had changed dramatically, right along with the American music scene.
During my recent move, while going through ancient boxes of memorabilia, I came across some old set lists from those early days of 1967 and they inspired my theme for tonight's Canteen Jukebox. The songs were from a simpler time, mostly 3 chord rave-ups and a few ballads to satisfy the slow dancers.
Devil With A Blue Dress On
~ Mitch Ryder & The Detroit Wheels ~