It’s not going to be hard for you to figure out how I feel about Jorge Drexler long before you reach the verdict. If I had to describe him in just one word, I would say “He’s the best thing you’ve ever [expletive] heard [expletive] [expletive] [expletive].” Jorge’s and my love affair began when I discovered his 2003 album Eco the summer before last. I was rummaging through the CD shelves at my local public library in California like a badger, looking for something new to feast on. They had this relatively obscure album presumably because Jorge had won an Oscar for best original song (“Al otro lado del rio” from The Motorcycle Diaries, the last song on Eco.)