Yeah, I went there. Cuz this is a combo plate of Happy Birthday and songs that suck! I couldn't ask for better representation!
Gloria or as her homies call her Gloria María Milagrosa Fajardo García de Estefan; was born today September 1, 1957 in Havana Cuba. We have been through bus crashes and recovery, infertility, infidelity, blaring horns, Charo like dance moves and all around horrible pop music with this lovely (and I do mean that she is beautiful) lady. She has blurred the the line between the Spanish flare of her homeland and the horrible top 40 music of the 80s, perfectly. So Feliz Compleanos my dear but now its time to put down the cake and get a load of this horror of a song.
If you can get past the tribal howl of that drummer theres some fun drum action- but heres the thing. This rhythm is never going to get me. A cheese 7 and 7 drunken stupid song where sloppy polyester clad girls with bad frosted hair and cheap shoes sashay to be laid with any scrap of dirt with a goatee.
This would be a great song for me to smash a bat into a wall with. Yet, the masses loved it.
Which is why I am not part of the masses. This is proof positive that people will dance to anything if they've had enough booze.