Being blessed with a near Biblical flood of new releases, I'm going to take this rare date (the kind of thing that happens every 1,000 years [not counting next year's 11/11/11 and the following year's 12/12/12, of course]) to draw your a10tion to 10 new global CDs by talking about track 10 on each album.

This may not have the positive global impact of the actions being taken by friends of 350.org today, but it will help alleviate my own rising sea level of incoming mail.

"Bajo La Luna" is the 10th and final track on the new Cuban Cowboys album Diablo Mambo (Muy Nice Music, out Nov. 9, 2010), which sounds something like a harder-rocking version of Ry Cooder's Chavez Ravine. Edgy, attitudinal, bilingual guitar rock, on this track singing about how "one day the sun was hung over drunk." 

The Cuban Cowboy is not a tipico cowboy in the mold of a cheesy-quesoso Hollywood Western. Horses? He has none. His bovine encounters are limited to the meat aisle. He (or she) sleeps on a mattress, rides a subway train, and owns no rifle. The Cuban Cowboy is a breed apart--a hy-breed. The tools of his trade are a musical instrument, a silvery tongue and a pair of twitchy hips. He is the bastard love-child of Ricky Ricardo and Tom Waits...