Plugging holes is hard work. I usually spend time on it in only one area of life, and with a certain amount of anxiety too, even though I put my whole self into it (…), for the rest, I can say it’s not really my job. When I'm playing the fool, I avoid it. And then a suitable plug for this hole might be within the abilities of P.P. Farina alone. I'll leave it to him, if he’s willing, to be exhaustive.

War reached 'Why Can’t We Be Friends?' in '75 after two albums and some exhausting tours, made behind Eric Burdon, and after another four albums released for United Artists after Burdon had bid goodbye. I’m throwing in some random tidbits I picked up from the web. Along the way, it seems they managed to taste a bit of success and money. By '75, War had taken the form of a nice smoothie of colors, both visually and especially on a sonic level. Seven musicians: bass, guitar, keyboards, horns, and a nice arsenal of percussion. Their recipe: funk-rock base infused with Latin music, reggae, and even a bit of jazz. The moderate pace of the first part of the album is not at all due to a lack of substance, quite the contrary. The melodic developments of voice and horns and the rhythm, slow yes, but resulting from vaguely Spanish-flavored percussion and an eel-like bass line, make the opener 'Don't Let No One Get You Down' very enjoyable. I may be wrong but occasionally when listening to the piece, I sense hints of Love, or rather, upon reflection, I would hazard to relate these impressions to an alternative development of some ideas put forth in 'Alone Again'. The bassist, B. B. Dickerson, seems at ease both with slow rhythms and with quite a bit of movement, always effective and fun. The funk present in the sound is, as it should be, largely his doing. Wiki mentions someone who credits him for his smoking grooves. Now, in my ignorance, I don't know what a smoking groove is, but if lines like the one in 'Low Rider' on this album, or 'Gypsy Man' on the previous album, are defined as smoking grooves, well I’d say a smoking groove is a pretty good thing. 'Low Rider' I believe is one of their most famous tracks, along with the funk-reggae title track, also made famous by those jokers Smash Mouth with their cover. My preference, however, falls on 'Leroy's Latin Lament', a piece divided into four moments. A piano introduction that leads to a slow piano - voice - bass and little else. Then the rhythm accelerates with 'La Fiesta', a sort of mambo (I think it’s a mambo, but I'm not so sure because I know I'm very, very ignorant), nonetheless a Latin rhythm, and then slows down again to make room for a fantastic melody of … clarinet? I think it’s a clarinet, I'm not so sure because I know I'm very, very ignorant, and then I heard a cover where the part was done with a guitar, but on the record it seems to me (IT SEEMS TO ME) to be a clarinet.

This is a bit old stuff but I’m glad I set my ears on it, even if terribly late. Cerea fanciot.

Tracklist Lyrics and Samples

01   Leroy's Latin Lament (Medley) (00:00)

02   Don't Let No One Get You Down (03:59)

03   Lotus Blossom (03:59)

04   Heartbeat (07:25)

05   Leroy's Latin Lament (Medley) / Lonnie Dreams (00:49)

06   Leroy's Latin Lament (Medley) / The Way We Feel (01:10)

07   Leroy's Latin Lament (Medley) / La Fiesta (02:10)

08   Leroy's Latin Lament (Medley) / Lament (02:27)

09   Smile Happy (07:22)

10   So (04:48)

11   Low Rider (03:11)

All my friends know the low rider
The low rider is a little higher

The low rider drives a little slower
Low rider, is a real goer

Hey

Low rider knows every street, yeah
Low rider, is the one to meet, yeah

Low rider don't use no gas now
The low rider don't drive too fast

Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip and see
Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip with me

12   In Mazatlan (02:45)

13   Why Can't We Be Friends? (03:49)

Chorus:

Why can't we be friends (4x)

I've seen you 'round for a long long time
I remembered you when you drank my wine

Chorus

I've seen you walking down in Chinatown
I called you but you could not look around

Chorus

I paid my money to the welfare line
I see you standing in it every time

Chorus

The color of your skin don't matter to me
As long as we can live in harmony

Chorus

I'd kind of like to be the President
So I can show you how your money's spent

Chorus

Sometimes I don't speak right
But yet I know what I'm talking about

Chorus

I know you're working for the CIA
They wouldn't have you in the Mafi-A.

Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
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