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“Take my hand. Walk through this land with me; Tell me what you see.”
Had Willie Marquez been speaking of his native Lorain at the start of the Nombres’ imaginative “Just Call Me,” his companion was more likely to see sprawling factories, steel mills, and shipyards, each with adjoining barracks to accommodate the influx of Puerto Rican laborers who, by the late ’40s, were arriving by the hundreds.
It was in this isolated Latino enclave, just thirty miles west of Cleveland along Lake Erie, that the Nombres began dicing up all manners of merenges and Motown titles for frenzied performance at every dancehall and sock hop within a twenty-mile radius. Featured briefly on Pressed at Boddie, the Nombres will be treated to their own unique release later this year.
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