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Robbie Dow
"Don't Call Them Angels: The 10 Best Songs by All-Female Superteams"
Dance divas Amber, Ultra Nate and Jocelyn Enriquez ruled their individual corners of clubland throughout the 1990s. So when sibling production duo The Berman Brothers came calling to record a beat-driven cover of Gordon Lightfoot’s 1970
Jocelyn Enriquez at the 7 Mile House in Brisbane.
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San Francisco Chronicle - Datebook
Karen K. Ho
"Jocelyn Enriquez comes home to her Bay Area fans, 25 years later"
Any questions Jocelyn Enriquez had about her legacy among her fans were answered last October during an autograph signing at the Serramonte Center in Daly City.
“One person in particular brought her daughter and said, ‘I named my daughter after you,’ ” Enriquez says.
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Q102 Radio
"Freestyle Queen Jocelyn Enriquez Embarks On a Comeback"
It's been 25 years since the release of Jocelyn Enriquez' first single "I’ve Been Thinking About You" and debut album Lovely. After being away from the spotlight, the dance music legend hasn't skipped a beat and is back with brand new music.
Enriquez recently released her all-new single, "To Love Again," which is available in all digital platforms. The "Queen of Freestyle" makes her return to the studio, collaborating with her original
Undiscovered SF
Papalodown Agency
"UNDISCOVERED SF Night Market Returns to SOMA in New Location with Filipinx All-Stars in Music, Fashion, Food, Art & More"
San Francisco’s highly successful Filipino inspired night market UNDISCOVERED SF returns for a third season, every third Saturday of the month July - October, from 4p-10p. The free, family-friendly night market located in SOMA Pilipinas, San Francisco’s Filipino cultural heritage district, will take place in a new location, 598 Stevenson St. @ 7th St., except for August 18th, where the market will take place...
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Hella Pinay
Charlie Kane
"Jocelyn Enriquez on Mainstream Success, Representation and Filipina Identity"
It was the summer of 1996. I was laying on the carpeted floor waiting impatiently, the gust from the whir of the fan sweeping my bangs from left to right. In our household, we had no air conditioning. It was a little past 9pm and the windows were open, allowing the stickiness and humidity of the Chicago summer to slowly coat my brown sun-kissed skin. The radio was on...