In a perfect world there would be no plagues, no bombs and no Boehners but there would also be no exquisitely imperfect voices like Buika’s sand laden throat scratching sensuality. I know I’m late to discover this amazing voice, and you probably already have her programmed on your iPod, but just in case you don’t, I feel it my duty to spread the good word; especially now when we are surrounded by so much angry, dissonant twitter.
I discovered Buika at NPR Music hours ago, was intrigued with her story and interview, then seduced by her songs. Further searches produced more music and more information, all far too much to recount here.
Read about her if you can, but listen to her no matter what!
Jodida pero contenta
Stand By Me