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WE LIVE in a disposable culture. What was hot on Monday is ice cold by Wednesday and totally forgotten by Friday. Nowhere is this what-have-you-done-for-me-lately attitude more apparent than in the music industry. Artists may sell oodles of copies of one album, but let the follow-up fall short of expectations, and they run the risk of having their contract terminated. (We even have a name for these folks: one-hit wonders.)
That's why most modern music is so bad. Performers don't have time to discover their identity, their true muse. So they play it safe, in hopes of being invited back to the pop party, while the public is showered with sheer mediocrity.
That's why La India's new disc, "Sobre el Fuego" (RMM Records), is such a treat. It's the fulfillment of a singular talent first displayed some five years ago with her debut LP, "Llego La India." That was the work of a New York City Latina just making the transition from dance music...