Santana, Welcome (1973)
This was the first Santana album I bought – well, a Greatest Hits comp turned me onto them, that and a handful of 1960s V/A comps, but this was the first album I purchased by the band. I had the tape. I loved it. At first it was almost a little scary – and I guess I liked that; returned to it often enough. Great lawnmowing music, Santana. Exactly what Carlos was thinking when he cooked it up, no doubt. I’ve had a pretty dusty, banged-up vinyl copy of this for a while now, and it still goes; still gets me through. But good lord, what happened to him. On a bit of a Santana kick right now and whenever that happens I end up feeling sorry for him – he might be rich, he might be newly happily married, whatever. But his music’s shit. Fucking embarrassing. And once it ruled the world. Well, my world anyway.
Sample Track: When I Look Into Your Eyes
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