Here’s one from deep, deep, deep in the archives: Oye Como Va!
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I was gonna do a post about how, back in the day when I drove a SuperShuttle at LAX, I took the drummer from Santana home from the airport on Christmas eve and he gave me a $100 tip just because I took him to a liquor store and waited for him to come back out with a bagful of bottles of rum, tequila, and vodka. But then I thought, “No, who wants to hear a story like that?” So, forget I said anything, folks. You didn’t hear it from me. Nope, mum’s the word.
Just sign me…. “Secret Santana.”
<I’m humming Oye Como Va here. And now, I bet, you are too.>
Bonus quiz question
Translate “Oye Como Va” please.
Hint, hint: There’s more than one possible answer.
Extra credit if you get them both.
<C’mon, doesn’t anybody around here speak Spanish anymore?>
The answer’s here for those who can’t bear to wait.
And for those who want to relive a little of the vintage audio, it’s here.
Love that story!!!