THIS IS SYNDICATED CONTENT. FOR THE REAL THING GO TO https://alcompasdelmundo.blogspot.com/ Jack Vaughan steps in "invitado" tonight. He says: The party would revolve as vinyl, where the English bands or the Motown orchestras could set the quantum strings to spinning. If it were my records at my pad, maybe with a MeisterBrau big jug, I would put forward the case for the dance of ecstasy. There would be LPs and 45s strewn. It might include some slow blues. It might end with Sister Ray, which could wake up the danced-out couch sleepers, and remind them they should go home. This is the kind of event which I look to memorialize here. In these times, it’s the 45s that seem so especially to hold the magic light – and it’s still easy, on a Friday or Saturday night, to let records play us into a shuffling cloud of socks on the shiny floor. The Watusi, the Swim, the Hully Gully. Among the 45s in this collection are the jazz 45s of Eddie Harris and the Crusaders, of the kind to fi...