If Cuba had normal internet access, these are some of the tweets I would have sent
Six Feet Under (the TV Show) is "Seis Pieds Bajo La Tierra".
There is way less food on the island than there used to be
"Le Gusta Mambo la mujer de pelotero"
The most distinctive voice in Cuba is not a singer, it's Hector Rodriguez, one of the play by play announcers for the TV broadcasts of the Industriales games. Basso profundo.
Two years ago, no one knew who Joani Sanchez was. Now, at least with university students, she is famous. I got asked many questions about Yoani.
Unlimited access to the internet is the universal right of all peoples including young Cubans.
"Vamos mirar Randy por Mesa Redonda", is still one of my most popular jokes in Havana.
I hate soap operas. I can handle the heat, the bureaucracy and the lack of internet, but soap operas will drive me off the island.
The house music DJ's down here are improving.
I wondered why this Cuban colleague spoke the most non accented English I had ever heard. It's because she learned it in Napanee Ontario.
If you really really really want to get married, the 'Club de Chevere' in Kholy is the place to do it. Beautiful dance floor, lovely stage, indoor/outdoor gem of a room set in bowl of lush tropical vegetation.
Course it helps to have Havana de Primera as the band.
Manolito at the Thursday matinee at Cafe Cantante. Ooops, Manolito is cancelled, it's Chispa. Discusión. Sorry Chispa.
Every tomato salad in Havana is the best tomato salad ever in the history of tomato salads.
La casa de Robertico. Finally get a chance to reveal my true feelings about the original version of Marylou.
Turns out that Van Van's "Esta te Pone La Cabeza Mala" was recorded at La Tropicale.
Now that I stay in Vedado, going back to Centro Havana is like entering a noise chamber for the testing of ear plugs....
Good to know that the strobe light at Casa de La Musica Miramar is still working. And working.
Always a pleasure to see Leoni Torres. What a sweet guy he is.
The jiniteras and chicas of C de la Musica just aint what they used to be.
Cuba has many many issues, but developing music talent is not one of them. Watch Rodney Barretto for a few minutes.
Alexander Abreu is a big Black man with lots of grace and presence. And then there are those songs.
I was recognized three times in one day because of Facebook.
Alas, one of my favorite personaities of Havana is no longer there. Her name was Dore, she sold the records on Neptuno west of Galliano. I used to enjoy sending the hottest Canadian women to her store.
On the streets of Havana. In 05,06 it was salsa vs reggaeton. Reggaeton won.
Fascinating story from a graduate student who received a knock on her door one day. It was state security, and they were there to recruit her into their information analysis section. They knew everything about her.
Cuban people live under a 'doble bloqueo'.
Damn, am missing Yusa again. This is getting serious.
Flying to Havana via Veradero is not really worth it unless you are paying $100 CAD for your ticket. Too long a drive...
Calle 23 y Avenida G (Presidente). I am learning what to look for. The freakies (rock and roll kids) the government sponsored trova singers, the reggaeton party. The cops....
Bombing around Playa at night in an original VW bug trying to explain to Ileana how useless these things were in the snow.