To understand Jose Conde’s music, and by extension his reinvention—or fine-tuning—of Ola Fresca is the most exciting his salsa orchestra Ola Fresca, you first need to know development for salsa in La Gran Manzana (The Big Apple) in years. where he was raised and how that influenced his art. As a youth in South Florida, Conde tells us he “came into daily This is because there is nothing quite like Ola Fresca in New contact with the mix of sounds—son, funk, rock, rumba, Haitian York, or elsewhere for that matter. It is a precious gem of a band compas, from Colombia, from Cuba, samba that keeps morphing and solidifying during its evolution, turning from Brazil… a wealth of sounds, tastes, and flavors.” He goes in the light and catching more and more of the sun’s fire as it on to relate that “Miami is a multicultural Mecca,” and his early revolves, heaving up from the depths on a shaft of molten magma influences before pursuing music “include the tropical heat, the and passing from carbon crystals to hardened jewel, honing its pervasiveness of water everywhere, and the serenity of the daily craft over time, the details sharpening in definition, its facets masterpiece: the south Florida sky, sunrise to sunset.” Interestingly being polished more and more, bringing its sound and message ever enough, Conde admits his vocabulary of music “comes not just sharper into focus with each passing year. Like a diamond, this band from listening to other musicians. It comes from how my mother is hard and it is pretty, it can cut and it can cure, and it shows us a scolded me with mambo sensibility or how a sexy girl walks reflection of ourselves refracted into multitudes of angles. so rhythmically—a slow funk twitch—or how you pull up to a counter and order “un cafesito por favor!” It’s the feeling of a If Ola Fresca was a diamond in the rough with the first album light breeze on your sun-drenched skin and the rolling murmur Ay! Que Rico, then by the second, (R)Evolución, its gemstone of the waves… This is all music and is what I listened to and beauty began to shine through the rubble generated by its observed unconsciously growing up.” This is the natural poetry of creation and polishing. Now, in its third stage, Ola Fresca has his surroundings and roots that the name Ola Fresca (translated as emerged fully formed, honed to a deep luster by master jeweler “Fresh Wave”) deftly conjures up, so it makes perfect sense that Jose Conde, shattering all expectations with rainbow rays of pure he has been sensitively attuned to subtle, non-musical forces in light reflected off its obsidian and quicksilver surfaces. his life, and each album reflects this awareness in plentitude. Overall the sound of the new album is progressive urban Fast forward to today and we find that Conde has been trombone-led in the realm of classic Eddie Palmieri pursuing a storied career in New York for some time now, bringing and Willie Colón, yet there is an astonishing diversity of sound all of these influences to bear with both Ola Fresca and his and song form when you drill down, from the carnival sounds solo work. Right now seems the hottest period of creativity for of the conga and rumba to the Puerto Rican , you can find Conde where his art has matured to its highest state yet, and the full spectrum. There is a tighter approach to this album and different One of the central themes of the album, and this is very instrumentation from previous Ola Fresca outings. Conde refreshing to hear from a Cuban musician, is that music belongs relates that with (R)Evolución he wanted a loose, ‘jam band’ to everyone, and anyone can make it, and boundaries are for approach but the arrangements he wrote conflicted with this people caught up in the illusion of nationalism. As Conde says, idea. He continues: “We were all over the place and unfocused “starting off the album with ‘Elixir’ I very specifically attack stylistically. I realized that I am very happy arranging music. this nationalism and expose art (music) for what it is—a magical Open jamming is another thing altogether and I love to do that, potion that belongs to no flag, and is available to all who seek but now Ola Fresca plays arranged music.” it out. Music is a natural element available to all who wish to pick from the tree of life!” The lyrical and rhythmic Cuban heart of the record is both old and new, and , an invigorating mix Again in the realm of nationalism, boundaries and borders, evidenced in tracks like the humorous “El Niño de La Clave.” Conde and Ola Fresca tackle the important issue of immigration, There is an element of the nueva of Silvio Rodríguez and being the son of immigrants himself the way so many and Pablo Milanés as evidenced in the number “Mulata,” and Americans are, Conde feels especially passionate about with that, the socially conscious poetic lyricism of 70s salsa this subject. In “Bandera” he was inspired by the “powerfully compositions by Tite Curet Alonso and Rubén Blades, as in nightmarish vision” that still “festers in [his] soul” of the “Bandera” and “La Mano Del Rumbero.” “thousands of immigrants found dead in the desert after climbing the fence” between the U.S. and Mexico. Like many of Conde’s previous efforts, the main philosophy is an egalitarianism and sensitivity to fellow humans and the But of course the album is not a somber experience, far from environment they live in, eloquently carried in songs like “Elixir,” it. In the authentic Caribbean tradition of saying one thing and “Convivencia,” and “Bandera.” This is coupled with the sensuality meaning another, of putting sad or serious lyrics to an infectious and humor that also has informed Ola Fresca’s last two albums— beat and a happy arrangement, there are plenty of upbeat just listen to “Pollitos de Primavera” or “Bizcocho” for instance. numbers about drumming, eating, and sex. It’s what every good Whether feeding the mind or the body, sustenance is essential dose of medicine should be (but often isn’t): tasty and good for for the survival of the soul, and as Conde says of “Bizcocho” you, all the while transporting you to a better place. where the character “has searched all over and is looking for the best biscuit maker in the world and only needs just a little taste —Pablo E Yglesias aka DJ Bongohead of her bizcocho”—we find our elixir where, how and when we can. Photo by Ed Satterwhite Acknowledgments: I want to thank everyone who made this project possible, especially the musicians who played con tremendo swing, plus Andy Taub at Brooklyn Recording Studio and Carl Rowatti at Trutone mastering for the beautiful sound, Pablo and Andujar at Peace & Rhythm for putting out the first Ola Fresca vinyl, my dear Anita, Mama and sister Aida, and family and friends for your love and support, and anyone else I may have forgotten to mention here! And I want to express my deep gratitude to all 125 of the Kickstarter donors and angels who helped to fund this record! We did it… together! I am proud of this album and I hope you enjoy it for many years to come! ¡Muchas Gracias! —Jose Conde 1 Elixir - 4:30 OLA FRESCA Musicians: Jose Conde - voz, maracas (6, 7), guiro 2 La Mano del Rumbero - 5:16 (2, 6, 7), coros Obanilu Ire - congas (1-7, 9), pandero, shakers, guayo, agogo (3), coros 3 Bandera - 3:33 Gabriel “Chinchilita” Machado - timbales, bongos (1, 7, 8), congas (8), 4 Pollitos de Primavera - 5:45 campana (7) Rey David Alejandre - trombon prima 5 Mulata - 4:47 John Speck - trombon segundo (1, 4, 6, 8) DENNIS HERNANDEZ - trumpet 6 El Niño de la Clave - 4:48 Pablo Vergara - piano Jorge Bringas - bajo (1-3, 5-9), coros 7 Convivencia - 4:10 Roberto Quintero - direccion ritmica (2, 3, 4, 5), conga dos (4), tumbador (9), maracas (2, 5), guiro (4, 5), campana 8 Bizcocho - 5:47 Juan Carlos Formell - bajo (4) Roman Diaz - quinto, claves (9) 9 Amor CiclOnico - 3:15 Jose Davila - trombon segundo (2, 3, 5, 7) ELIXIR Es una medicina “Es de primera” (Jose Conde) para todo el que la quiera Sabrosito No importa de que color sabrosito pa ti Aqui hay pelea este pintada tu bandera Rumbita o son De terminologia salsa o changui cada pueblo tiene ejercito La musicita buena Llamale y espia esta en el aire lo que tu quieras buscando el oro Pa ti y pa mi Oye mira para ti mamita del derecho creador cogele el estribillo linda yo se que tu eres ay ay cuando el uso es libre Y no te quede afuera Tremenda rumbera…. para todo el exterior y no te quedes afuera La musica esta en el aire Algo rico de verdad Goza con la Ola y es pa todo el que la inspira curamiento natural que es de primera pa ti Asi que escucha mi lira Sabroso como fruta buena Y de primera pa mi…. y entra e el vacilon arrancalo cuando quieras llamale con la salsa En Nueva York tocando y con el son tocando el dulce son Oye la Ola Fresca a ti mama llamale lo que le llames te trae tremendo rumbon oye dile lo que tu quieras Es un elixir y es de primera Jose Conde voicing tracks; photo by Alex Leroy ELIXIR It’s an elixir “It’s a #1” (Jose Conde) and it is oh so good Tasty, tasty for you It’s a great medicine rumba and son (Cubano) There is a fight here for anyone who wants it salsa or changui over terminology Doesn’t matter what colors call it Each culture has an army your flags are painted with what you want and spies it’s for you pretty baby seeking the gold of Beautiful music because I know you are creative rights is in the air a serious rumbera When usage is free for the For you and me so don’t stay away world at large Catch its swing enjoy with la Ola music is in the air And don’t miss out ‘Cause it is a #1 for you And it’s for all who Something truly delicious a #1 for me breathe it in a natural cure all call it… so listen to my lyric tasty like good fruit and enter grab it when you want Into the fiesta with salsa and with son In New York playing playing the sweet son Call it what you want (Cubano) to call it Ola Fresca brings you say of it what you will say A great rumbon (fiesta) Ola Fresca horns session 2 LA MANO DEL RUMBERO llamado guaguanco Coro 2: (Jose Conde) la mano del rumbero es el cuero Abre camino el cuero de su Creeme y el cuero de ese tambor Abre que abre camino lo que voy a decirte que sale es la mano de ese rumbero hay pa que siga su destino de la experiencia y mira bien Coro 1: Hay esa rumba buena y el ritmo que no todo en la vida mama Abre camino pa ese rumbero llamado guaguanco te lo explica la ciencia pa que toque su cuero lo bueno de la vida corazon Abre paso mi gente que llega no se logra facilmente Hay pa que toque por aqui toque por alla ya viene el tamborero eso es asi como la caña toca ese ritmo con sentimiento con el tiempo se convierte A repicar y hablar con sus manos en aguardiente Pa que toque y pa que te provoke que son como cueros cuando te sofoque el jaleo La mano del rumbero es el cuero Apurate rumbero que quieren bailar el cuero de su tambor Que a estudiado y se a preparado hasta que tiemble el suelo y el cuero de ese tambor y trae su ritmo ancestral es la mano de ese rumbero bien cocinao Coro 3: Y ahora que llego Escucha lo Con calidad exijente Que suene la rumba ese repique que habla lo que trae es mas fino que un buen que suene el calor en lengua antaña aguardiente que suene la rumba buena que suene el tambor Y mira lo Es que tu sabes que yo como conversan el quinto y el bailador me curo con rumba Que suene suene que suene…. de la cuna a la tumba (Que suene el tambor - repite) Es algo de belleza ver las flores me curo con rumba Ese ritmo caliente que pone a la gente a gozar de la historia Hay que la rumba buena es despojo profundo resplandentes te esperan Hay para ti para mi para todo el mundo a ti rumbero Y dale la mano a ese hermano rumbero En ese ritmo del solar pa que toques tu cuero Y tu aprenderas y sentiras ese cuero profundamente elemental THE HAND OF THE RUMBERO The leather of the drum Oh with the good rumba and the rhythm (Jose Conde) And the leather of the drum Called guaguanco Is the hand of the drummer Open the way my people ‘cause he is arriving Believe me Here comes the drummer What I’m going to tell you CHORUS 1: To crackle and speak with his hands It comes from experience Open the way for the rumbero That are like the leathers And look closely So he can play his leather skin Because not everything in life So he can play here, play there Hurry up rumbero and come and play Can be explained by science Play the rhythm with deep sentiment Until the earth shakes Good things in life me dear Are not achieved easily So he can play and provoke you CHORUS 3: It’s like the sugar cane with time When you are choking in the daily madness Sound the rumba Becomes aguardiente (pure cane alcohol) Sound the heat Because he has studied and prepared Sound the good rumba The hand of the drummer is the leather, His ancestral rhythm Sound the drumbeat! The leather of his drum Which is finely cooked And the leather of his drum May it sound and resound Is the hand of the drummer With a demand for quality That hot rhythm that makes people dance What he brings is finer Because the good rumba is a deep release Listen to it Than the best aguardiente For you for me for the whole world That crackle that speaks Reach out your hand to your brother rumbero In ancient tougue Because you know that I And you will learn and feel that leather skin Cure myself with rumba of his drum And watch it From the crib to the grave The conversation between I cure myself with rumba Quinto (high conga) and dancer They wait for you Rumbero It is a thing of beauty So you can play To see the flowers of history Play your leather skin Respelendent CHORUS 2: In the rhythms of the barrio Open the way Profoundly elemental Open open open the way Called guaguanco So he fulfills his destiny The hand of the drummer is the leather, Obanilu Ire in the studio Desde el 2001 se ha encontrado los cadaveres de por lo Since 2001 the remains of at least 2200 migrants have been menos 2200 inmigrantes en Arizona cerca de La frontera recovered in Arizona near the US/Mexico border… entre EU y Mexico. BANDERA BANDERA (Jose Conde) (Jose Conde) Man with his notion El hombre con su nocion Of property by divine stars (manifest destiny) De propiedad por divina estrella Over a natural landscape Sobre lo natural Draws an illusion of boundaries Subraya su ilusion de barreras Meticulously dividing his conquest Meticulosamente Until death arrives Dividiendo su conquista And shows him its smile… Hasta que la muerte llega y le enseña su sonrisa Flag, flag Bandera, bandera What’s happening on the border my flag? Que esta pasando en la frontera mi bandera In the name of the nation En nombre de la nacion They raise a wall Alzan una pared Instead of moving forward En vez de ir pa lante They turn and go backwards Estan virando al revez Because where there is a motive Porque donde hay motivo There will always be a way Siempre Habra manera And they are risking their lives in crossing Y estan riesgando la vida al cruzar And running into cadavers (of those that came before) Y tropesando con carabelas Flag, flag Bandera, bandera What’s happening on the border my flag? Que esta pasando en la frontera mi bandera Culture yes, barriers no! Cultura si, barreras no! POLLITOS DE PRIMAVERA Y siempre espero CORO 2: (Jose Conde) A poder le hablar Ay yai yai yai Y hoy le voy a cantar canta y no llores… (REFRAN) Que si tu quieres regresar Pollitos de primavera Y bailar conmigo un poquito Canta conmigo Algo nuevo nos espera Tu seras mi pollito Alza tu voz En la parrilla despues de invierno Por toda la vida entera…. Mueve ese cuerpo y los pies Bien sazonao y tierno Que la vida es bella Mi… Canta con alma No hay pena que resista (REFRAN) Aunque quieras llorar El calor del patio ardiente Hecha pa lante De la fiesta y amigos CORO 1: Canta Bajo el sol de primavera Pollitos de primavera Y sigue cantando Algo nuevo en el ambiente Venga el que quiera Hasta un muerto renaciente A comer un pollito Bailara y gozara Bien sazonao y rico que esta Y se olvidara las penas El pollito asadito Con su yucita y su mojito (REFRAN) El ambiente con mi gente Suavecito Ayer le entrege Asi que tumba la cande tumba Mi dulce corazon la candela A un pollito que conmigo Que la noche esta Baila siempre el son Esta bien buena Y yo si la quiero Jose Conde recording vocals; photo by Alex Leroy SPRING CHICKS And always wait Easy (Jose Conde) To speak with her So put out the candles But today I will sing… Because this dark night is so good Something new awaits us On the grill after the winter If you want to return CHORUS 2: Well seasoned and tender And dance with me a while Ay ya yai yai You will be my little chicken Sing and don’t cry… There is no pain that can For all the rest of our days make you resist Don’t Cry any more The heat of a warm yard My… Don’t cry for your errors And a party of friends (REFRAN) Sing and keep singing Under the spring sun Because life is made for joy A newness in the air CHORUS 1: Chicks of Spring Sing with me Even a dead soul will be reborn Something new awaits us Raise your voice Dance and and enjoy On the grill after the winter Move your body and feet And forget all pain Well seasoned and tender Because life is good Sing with your soul (REFRAIN) Come one and all Even if you feel like crying To eat a little chicken Move forward Yesterday I gave Well seasoned and tasty Sing My sweet heart Those roasted chicks And keep on singing To a girl who with me With yuca and marinade Always dances son Your gonna say ooh it’s so good And I do love her The ambiance with my friends MU LATA CORO 1: (Juan Carlos Formell) Rumba y guaracha es la mulata Ritmo de rumba y guaracha tus venas Te dicen Mulata Y ojos que calman las penas Porque llevas en las venas La rumba y el guaguanco Ella es un cuento de la historia Y tu gran movimiento Mas que pura sensualidad Inspira a los hombres a cantarte un buen son Y tu gran movimiento Es la hija de Ochun Inspira a los hombres a cantarte un buen son Semilla de

Es que tu sabor Songo roco songo de mamey Es mas que un simbolo Un poquito de congo y un poquito de Hatuey Es el guarapo de mi dulce caña Y tu representas con ezmero Rumbita y guaracha y mucho mas A la mujer cubana Es la mulata que me arrebata

Te dicen Mulata CORO 2: Pues no hay quien Tu eres guarapo de caña, un dulce mezclao Guarache eh … Azucar morena, un rico melao Como tu este son Y tu eres el verso, la cancion y el cuento Es guarapito de caña Que canto yo hoy Que tiene el mundo fascinao Y tu eres el verso, la cancion y el cuento Hay camina con orgullo mulata no de medio lao Que canto yo hoy Porque tu tu tu tienes tumbao tu tienes tumbao Y no hay quien guarache-eh como tu Este rico son, mi dulce morena M U LATA CHORUS 1: CHORUS 2: (Juan Carlos Formell) Rumba and guaracha She is the juice from cane, a Is the Mulata sweet mixture, They call you Mulata Rhythms of rumba Brown sugar, a rich melao* ‘Cause you have in your veins and guaracha in your veins *(a brown sweet liquid sugar desert) The rumba and guaguanco And eyes that calm pain And your grand movement Oh sweet cane sugar (rico melao) Inspires men to sing you She is a historic story Who has the world fascinated A good (Cuban) “son” And more than mere sensuality Walk with pride Mulata You have serious groove It’s that a taste of you She is the daughter of Oshun And no one can swing the son Is more than a symbol Seed of Africa Like you my sweet brown sugar It’s the juice of my sugar cane And you represent Songoro cosongo de mamey* With zeal *(verse by Nicolas Guillen) The Cuban woman A little congo, sugar, and Hatuey* *(legendary Taino chief from Cuba) They call you Mulata Well there is no one who swings She is that and much more This sweet son like you The Mulata which And you are the verse, the song, makes me crazy and the story That I sing today Juan Carlos Formell EL NIÑO DE LA CLAVE De pronto las enfermeras El cardiologo pediatra (Alex F. Fox) Se empezaron alborotar Y la enfermera hechando un pie Y en la sala de recien-nacidos Monitoriando el corazon de son El dia que yo naci Comenzaron a bailar De ese bebe Los medicos se reunieron Porque en mi cunita oyeron Mandaron un especialista CORO2: Una iregularidad Cardiologo pediatra “Tremendo swing” Y en lo que solto la pata Swing swing swing Una pe–cu-liaridad Llego a esta conclusion Tiene mucha clave Una arritmia cardiaca Me sacaron una placa CORO: Que es lo que tiene ese niño Y me tomaron la presion Ese niño tiene swing Algo bueno ya tu sabes Ese niño tiene clave Tiene la llave Y cual fue la situacion Ese niño tiene swing, camara Aunque toma leche en vez de ron La que a mis padres los enfermo Ese niño tiene clave Tiene que tiene que tiene compadre No sabian que hacer conmigo Nacio con algo en el Corazon Porque mi clave los confundio Brincando llego Ritmo africano Listo pa guarachar Swing que swing Es que mi cardio-monitor Casi bailando estaba Monitoerando mi corazon Antes de hablar Mientras los otros hacian Pin pin pin Tiene que tiene que tiene El mio decia asi… En la sangre en la dna Tuk tuk El ritmo poderoso criollo (palpitando) Tuk tuk tuk De la salsa y el cha

Recording session catering by Pilar Cuban Eatery THE CLAVE KID Suddnely the nurses The cardiologist pediatrician (Alex F. Fox) Started going mad And the nurse dancing And in the newborn wing Monitoring the heart of Cuban son The day I was born of the hospital Of that little baby Doctors gathered round They started to dance Because in my incubator they heard “Tremendous Swing” An irregularity They called for a specialist Cardiologist pediatrician Chorus 2: A peculiarity And while he let his feet go Swing swing swing A cardiac arrhythmia He came to his diagnostic conclusion He’s got a lotta of clave They took an x-ray And measured my pressure Chorus 1: What does that boy have That boy has swing (He’s got a lotta of clave) And what was the situation That boy has clave Something good you know That made my parents sick That boy has swing dammit He’s got the key They didn’t know what to do with me That boy has clave Even though he drinks milk Because my heartbeat instead of rum confused them He arrived jumping He’s got it my brother Ready to jam He was born with something special It’s that my cardio monitor He was almost dancing In his heart Monitoring my heart Before he could speak African rhythm While the others (newborns) Serious swing Went pi pi pi He’s got Mine went like this… In his blood and his DNA That boy has swing Tuk tuk A powerful Creole rhythm That boy has clave Tuk tuk tuk From salsa and cha That boy has swing dammit That boy has clave CONVIVENCIA Hablando y dejando hablar En vez de tirar balas hablar (Jose Conde/Pablo Moya) Pensando y dejando pensar Convivencia Opinando y dejando opinar El final vamos acelerar Cantando y dejando cantar Respirando Convivencia Intonando y dejando intonar Si no tenemos conciencia Expresando y dejando expresar Tomando y dejando tomar Convivencia Gozando Fumando y dejando fumar Pecando y dejando pecar Boten la artileria Tocando y dejando tocar Aliviando Basta ya la guaperia Rumbiando y dejando rumbear El prejuicio y la descriminazion Inventando y dejando inventar CORO: La violencia es la perdicion Guarachando Convivencia De todo hombre y nacion Porque hay que convivir Siembren semillas pa que brille un Bailando y dejando bailar Convivencia Bosque de flores de multi colores Meneando y dejando menear Junto a todo existir Dibujando y dejando dibujar Convivencia Disfrutando En un mundo de tantas cabezas Convivencia Amando y dejando amar Intereses y fuerzas opuestas Abrazando y dejando abrazar Convivencia Besando y dejando besar El hombre y la naturaleza Coqueteando Convivencia Si no aprendemos a respetar Convivencia Gabriel “Chinchilita” Machado COEXISTENCE Talking and allowing talking Instead of throwing bullets, to talk (Jose Conde/Pablo Moya) Thinking and allowing thinking Coexistence Opinionating and allowing opinions The end we will accelerate Singing and allowing singing Breathing Coexistence Intoning and allowing intoning Expressing and allowing expression Drinking and allowing drinking If we do not act with conscience Delighting Smoking and allowing smoking Throw away the artilery Sinning and allowing sinning Stop the bullying Playing and allowing playing Alleviating Prejudice and discrimination Rumba-ing and allowing rumba Violence is the perdition Inventing and allowing invention CHORUS: Of every man and every nation Jamming Coexistence Plant seeds of love Because we have to coexist So a forest of multi-colored Dancing and allowing dancing Coexistence flowers will bloom Wiggling and allowing wiggling Here, with everything exist Drawing* and allowing drawing Coexistence *(as with the body) In a world of so many heads Enjoying Coexistence Interests, and opposing forces Loving and allowing loving Coexistence Hugging and allowing hugging Man, and nature Kissing and allowing kissing Coexistence Flirting If we do not learn to respect

Coexistence Ola Fresca horns in action! BIZCOCHO Hay nena dejame provar un poquito (Benjamin Lapidus) De ese bizcocho Que vengo desde muy lejos Mucha gente me han hablado de ti Con mucha ambre Y dicen que tu eres Y yo se que esta sabroso La mejor preparadora de Las cosas dulces y buenas En el mundo entero Hay mucho que sabroear Yo e todo el mundo Pero el gusto criollo que tienes tu Ay para seguirte Como ese no hay igual Con un solo deseo Que yo quiero pedirte CORO 2: Con un solo deseo que Fresa y chocolate y vainilla

CORO 1: Sirveme un poquito amor Dame un pedacito de tu bizcocho mi amor No seas mala Ay quiero probarlo por favor Que tu vas a gozar mucho mama Cuando veas la sonrisa en mi cara BIZCOCHO In the whole world (Benjamin Lapidus) There is a lot to savor But the Creole taste that you have Many people have told me about you Like it there is no other And they say that you are The best preparer CHORUS 2: Of things sweet and good Strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla

I’ve run all over the world Serve me a little love Oh just to follow you Don’t be bad With only one desire You will enjoy it a lot mama That I want to ask of you When you see the smile on my face With only one desire That I want to ask of you

CHORUS 1: Give me a little piece of your pastry love Oh I want to ask you please

Oh girl let me taste a little Of your little pastry ‘Cause I’ve come from very far away

And I know it is oh so tasty Jose Conde in the studio; photo by Alex Leroy AMOR CICLONICO Peligra la sequia del amor Moist electrifying beauty (Jose Conde/Roman Diaz) El viento a tu favor Messenger of tropical delights Borrando duda la lluvia Like a beautiful refreshing wave Como un proyectil ciclonico Tu amor golpeo en mi Your love hit me En una noche de tormenta Cuando menos lo esperaba CYCLONIC LOVE Danger of love drought Tu amor golpio en mi (Jose Conde/Roman Diaz) The wind has come in your favor Erasing doubt with the rains Llego con un impacto ironico Like a cyclonic projectile Your love hit me Estrallo tu pura belleza On a tormented night Con indudable fuerza When I least expected it Tu amor golpio en mi Your love hit me

Humeda figura electrizante It arrived with ironic impact Mensajera del encanto tropical Your pure beauty crashed into me Como torbellino enamorado With an undoubtable force Tu amor golpeo en mi Your love hit me

Humeda figura electrizante Moist electrifying beauty Mensajera de deleite tropical Messenger of tropical enchantment Como bella ola refrescante Like a lovesick whirlwind

Tu amor golpeo en mi Your love hit me Maracas y guiros Produced by Jose Conde and Andy Taub Mixed at Brooklyn Recording Studio Mix Engineer Andy Taub Assistant Mix Engineer Nick Nagurka Mastered by Carl Rowatti at Trutone Sound

Recorded at The Bunker All coros and some overdubs recorded at PiPiKi Studio, Brooklyn Editing by Jose Conde; arrangements by Jose Conde Cover art by Yuri Shimojo; layout by Pablo Yglesias

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