¿Viva Cuba? To Kennedy, it was "that unhappy island". To Bush, "a tropical gulag". Obviously, neither had ever ambled along the Malecón on a Saturday night, or exited Club Turf, hot and sweaty and smiling, at 4 a.m. Luckily, after three months of such grueling forced labor in the Cuban capital, I was able to smuggle back some great songs along with all the cigars and the rum. So, let's socialize (with) music! Todos los domingos al mediodía.