La Música de Cuba

As in most every corner of the globe, recent music from Cuba relies heavily on hip-hop beats, with its phrasing and attitude. So be it. The global cultural milieu shrinks further every day. Maybe more so than in other places, however, youthful Cuban musicians find inspiration and reward in following in the footsteps of their elders. The revered and time-honored genres of son, guaguanco, rumba, danzon and many others are reinvented today with the addition of personal and stylistic touches that create a healthy dose of fertile Cubanismo. In this week’s Al compas del mundo radio playlist you’re to hear a little of both, the elders and the current generation. While I tried to alternate the new with the old, it’s rarely apparent that those songs recorded in the last twenty years are not, in fact, throwbacks from an earlier era. And for this program curator, highlighting that continuity is precisely the intent.

Al compás del mundo #179, la música de Cuba, 5-8-25

01 Celina y Reutilio - La reina del mar

02 Daymé Arocena - Eleggua

03 Vieja Trova Santiaguera - El tren

04 Ivette Cepeda - Alcé mi voz

05 Arsenio Rodríguez – Dundumbanza

06 Orlando 'Cachaito' López - Mis dos pequeñas

07 Alberto Zayas y Su Grupo - Pa' la mar Sirena

08 Grupo Danzón y Alexander Abreu - Rumba en Matanzas

09 Sierra Maestra - ¿Dónde va Chichi?

10 Palo - Al monte

11 Los Compadres – Sarandonga

12 Pedro Luis Ferrer - Ay, que bueno (Changüisa)

13 Pio Leiva - Buen Tumbao

14 Septeto Santiaguero - Esa familia a mí no me conviene

15 Soneros De Verdad - A Buena Vista

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