Sometimes You Just Gotta Listen - How Jowell and Randy entered my life

No matter how hard it is to find good music these days, the beautiful thing is that sometimes it finds you. I’m a freelance production coordinator so I’m constantly in a different office from one week to the next. On this job I’m working out of some fabulous digs in Soho. Yesterday, as I’m walking from the store back to the office enjoying the beautiful spring weather I hear the bass booming sound system of a little white Honda coming toward me. This shouldn’t be that surprising to me, I’m in New York after all, but if you’ve been to Soho, you know it’s not the norm. Gone are the days of the old, gritty New York.

The galleries and starving artists, among other things, that once lined the streets of this neighborhood have been replaced by Aveda (Shout out to Brent!), D & G, Missoni and other high end brands. So as the car approaches the pounding begins taking shape and to my amazement it sounds like African music, but I notice the two dudes in the car are Hispanic. Odd I thought, but it sounds so good that as I cross the street to the building I turn back and ask the guys whose music they were listening to. They probably thought I was crazy, but I just had to know! It took me a couple times to get what they were saying because it took them a while to get the volume low enough for verbal communication. I thank them, race back to the office and thank God/dess for Google because presto there it was! So without further ado, I give to you Jowell y Randy’s No Te Veo!!