What is rhumba if not a language-less gift? When the words don't mean as much as the feeling of rebirth? Because that's what listening to rhumba is—the same feeling a new-born has even in their unawareness of the gift of their lungs and heart.
Isn't that what nostalgia—the bedrock of rhumba—is? To feel that you never grew up. That you still sit on the floor with your toys as the scratching sound of your father's LP spins, the pin jumping loops to find the music.
