There’s very few albums that bring me out of a bad mood. Most have a combination of up-tempo and low-tempo tracks, which makes me swing from depression to joy from one moment to another. Plus, how long can I play Britney Spears? I can only picture myself naked while holding a snake for so long (and yes, I’m aware of what that sentence implies — wash your mind out with soap). Anyways, Carlos Vives is timeless, and just because I don’t speak fluent Spanish doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the music. I like to think that if I listen to the album enough, I learn the meaning through osmosis. His best album is El Amor De mi Tierra, and I posted the song Fruta Fresca below (forgive him for the cheesiest video ever — you can’t have everything). Listen and enjoy!