The highest-selling Columbian artist of all time takes the Bangles' "Eternal Flame," mixes in the Tears for Fears' "Sowing in the Seeds of Love" during the bridge, adds her own very distinctive voice (never more distinctive than when singing English, where some of her vocals are are awkward, some of are nasal, some are pinched, and her typical melismatic phrasing is tempered through her uttering a [then] new language) and produces an almost endlessly fascinating production using a basic cookie-cutter formula.And that's not to mention the goofy-yet-philosophically-complex lyrics she springles over the top, about the importance of the flesh as not only gateway to the soul, but also as tatamount to existance as the soul: i.e., the surface as depth, whereby our tales and virtues are written--and depending on what culture you're co-opping, this could be meant in both the figurative and literal sense. There's more to the story than meets-the-eye, but most of us don't take the time to observe that the depth of the story is often what indeed does meet the eye...it's just that we don't notice. Aesthetics--if finely enough wroght--can equal substance--are we astute enough to judge? Shakira is.
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