Thanks to Pat Dry ( @DukeToddIsAlive )for pointing this mix out to us all. Let it lift your spirits and inspire you to DEFEND what we fought so hard to attain! When this was made I couldn’t get married and I didn’t have health insurance! I plan on keeping those rights!!
and this mixes very well ON TOP OF EVERYTHING
The state of the house music B-side in 1985 is defined in this often forgotten Frankie scandal. The vibe, you call it “cha-cha.” These beats are causing it. Everyone is going up. The juxtaposition of the ostinato bass line against the smiling jazzy vocal lick creates an un-easy tension in your white ass. It’s “goya oh boy-a” time at the club and you are getting scared. Some ghetto puta is threatening to cut you. (Hey, bad trips were part of it too you know.) Coats are being stolen to this track. Your friends left and you’re in danger of being battled by a Ganza. All around you it’s bugged eyes and duck lips (con one eyebrow up) for some deranged modeling. “Ay lobe it too mush.” ¡Escandalo!
Frankie knew the latin rhythms inside out, backwards, upside down and around the corner into a box. Ahhkay? ¡Goza!
Now you know what everybody means when they say, “The music in the clubs was so much better then.”
Tight. Movin’ all night.
RIP FRANKIE – RIP DEREK