Al compas del mundo – programa #83 - Potpourri of jazz and international music

This Al compas del mundo blurb has to be written at warp speed. They’re honking at the curb and I need to be leaving – “Now maggot! Now! So what’s on this week’s list? Charlie Mingus’s little-heralded gem inspired by Mexico and, I’m just guessing, its myriad señoritas; Cuban beatnik jazz from Cachaito, the last bassist of the famous Cachao family line of bassists; one of the most compelling rhythmically swinging jazz tunes you’ve never heard, by Terrence Blanchard – that Hand Jive/Bo Diddley beat never sounds old; Illinois Jacquet with “Bonita”, more love tossed at the young mujeres down South; plus jazz and world music sonorities that, I believe, complement the show perfectly. Okay? Adios!

List for Potpourri of jazz and international music - first broadcast 6-29-23

01 Marc Ribot and the Prosthetic Cubans - Como Se Goza en el Barrio (USA y Cuba)

02 Charles Mingus - Tijuana Gift Shop (USA)

03 Orlando 'Cachaito' Lopez – Redencion (Cuba)

04 Terence Blanchard - You Asked, I Came (USA)

05 Orchestre Poly-rythmo de Cotonou - Mi Ni Non Kpo (Benin)

06 Randy Weston - African Village Bedford-Stuyvesant (USA)

07 Orchestra Ethiopia – Besetchet (Ethiopia)

08 Chris Lightcap's Bigmouth - Stone by Stone (USA)

09 Sa Grama - Rói Couro (Brazil)

10 Illinois Jacquet – Bonita (USA)

11 Cheik Lo - M'beddemi (Senegal)

13 Radio Tarifa - Bulerias Turcas (Spain)

Cachaito cruzin' in Havana

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