It was a stone cold Riot how nearly every musical combo in the commercial areas, of which there were hundreds, music pouring from every door and window, felt the need to play Guantanamera and greatest hits from the Buena Vista Social Club. I got pretty snippy about it after a few days and Alex and Carol and Merlyn would amuse each other by humming the hook to Guantanamera just to watch me cry.
It was a stone…
