photo: tony dandrades · cc by 3.0 ↗Born in 1948 in Panama City's San Felipe barrio to a Colombian-descended bongo player and a Cuban-born singer and radio actress, Rubén Blades grew up on a radio that never turned off — no piano, no television, just whatever an anarchic Panamanian deejay felt like playing that hour. He trained as a lawyer, then left Panama's 1968 military dictatorship for Miami and, in 1974, a mailroom job at Fania Records that led to an audition with bandleader Ray Barretto. Paired with trombonist Willie Colón, he turned salsa's dance floor into reportage: 1978's Siembra became the genre's best-selling album, its plainspoken narratives of barrio life and Latin American politics earning him, from Gabriel García Márquez, the label "a chronicler who sings." He later ran for Panama's presidency and served five years as its tourism minister — the storytelling never stopped, only the stage changed.
Asked point-blank whether Ismael Rivera or Cheo Feliciano shaped him more, Blades didn't equivocate. Rivera's attack was "demasiado agresivo para mí" — too aggressive for him — while "el de Cheo era más urbano, más suave, y nuestras voces se parecían mucho. Así que Cheo Feliciano fue mi modelo" — Cheo's was more urbane, smoother, and their voices sounded alike, so Cheo Feliciano became his model. Feliciano later became a friend; when Blades told him he wanted to be as good as him, Feliciano just said, softly: be better than me.
listen forFeliciano's 1971 "Franqueza Cruel," from the comeback album that relaunched his career, stays unhurried and conversational even as the band pushes underneath him — the urbane calm Blades chased. On their 2012 duet record Eba Say Ajá, Blades sings that exact song back to him, the tribute made literal; years earlier he'd already built it into his own band, giving Seis del Solar a vibraphone specifically, he said, to honor Feliciano's sound.
Blades traces the whole idea of performing to one afternoon around age nine or ten, watching the film Rock, Rock, Rock!: "I saw a young man singing... doing doo-wop with a group called the Teenagers. And I had never seen someone so young singing... when I saw him singing and having so much fun I thought, 'Oh, I'd love to do that.'" Years before he'd heard a single salsa record, Frankie Lymon was the reason he wanted to sing at all.
listen forLymon, barely a teenager himself, rides "Why Do Fools Fall in Love" on a bright, tightly stacked group harmony built for a kid's unbroken voice to lead grown men. Three decades later, on the English-language Nothing but the Truth, Blades titled a track "Ollie's Doo-Wop" — on the record where he broke his own vow never to sing in English again, a return to the exact vocal form that first made him want to perform.
Blades has put it as absolutely as he puts anything: "Todo lo aprendí escuchando a Benny Moré, en mi casa lo escuchaban a todas horas" — everything I learned, I learned listening to Beny Moré; he was on constantly at home. His father took him to see Moré perform live in Panama in 1958, when Blades was ten — an occasion he later described to Cuban writer Leonardo Padura as being on the scale of visiting the tallest building in the world, because Moré felt unreachable.
listen forMoré's "Cómo Fue" is the son-schooled elasticity Blades absorbed as a child: the beat holds steady while the vocal stretches a phrase behind it, unhurried, then snaps back into the groove. "Nuestro Adiós," the bolero cha Blades wrote for 1988's Antecedentes — singled out by one chronicler of the genre as arguably his finest bolero — works that same patient stretch-and-release phrasing over a slower, sparer arrangement: the Cuban foundation surfacing once the horns of his salsa years are gone.