when you say "america" you refer to the territory stretching between the icecaps of the two poles. so to hell with your barriers and your frontier guards!
: diego rivera
san francisco, 1931
**
another day, another record-setting immigration raid...
la migra : tijuana no!
speaking of fronteras, maría sent along this brilliant short she found, amor américa, to post here. it looks at different borders throughout the americas, like a little house in chile with its garden in argentina, and a volleyball game played over the massive fence that stretches into the ocean and separates the u.s. & mexico. i love it (the video not the fence). here, take a look...
gracias, mp!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
los lobos en la calle sesame
wow, sesame street is a long way from east l.a., but here come los lobos to hang out with los muppets...
jajaja!
jajaja!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
rock en árabe
algerian roquero rachid taha rocks el casbah:
see more of him here and (with algerian super-estrellas khaled & faudel) here.
see more of him here and (with algerian super-estrellas khaled & faudel) here.
los lunáticos
inspired by sarah palin's recent insights regarding iran & israel and really just everything that comes out of her mouth, i dedicate this song to the republican candidates for president & vice president de los eeuu:
los lunáticos (el manicomio está en las manos de los locos) : los de abajo [original, the lunatics (have taken over the asylum) : fun boy three]
lunáticos really seems an understatement though...
los lunáticos (el manicomio está en las manos de los locos) : los de abajo [original, the lunatics (have taken over the asylum) : fun boy three]
lunáticos really seems an understatement though...
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
la carencia
so infuriating, this golden-parachute-for-the-ruling-class mierda. puros blood-sucking ladrones they are.
and considering the relentless rise in world food prices, now seems as good a time as any to post this video for la carencia by panteón rococo...
por la mañana yo me levanto
no me dan ganas de ir a trabajar
subo a la combi y voy observando
que toda la gente comienza a pasar
por la avenida va circulando
el alma obrera de mi ciudad
gente que siempre esta trabajando
y su descanso lo ocupa pa´soñar
después de ocho horas de andar laborando
desesperanza se siente en el hogar
pues con la friega que hay a diario
ya no alcanza pa´ progresar
y así han pasado decenas de años
pues en un mundo globalizado
la gente pobre no tiene lugar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
con lo que gano en esta empresa no me alcanza pa´tragar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
y yo le digo a mi teresa no me voy a resignar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
con lo que gano en esta empresa no me alcanza pa´tragar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
y yo le digo a mi teresa vente vamos a bailar…
**
in the morning i get up
i don't feel like going to work
i get on the combi and observe
all the people starting to go by
through the avenue circulating
is the workers' heart of my city
the people who are always laboring
and whose rest is full of dreaming
after eight hours spent working
hopelessness affects the home
they get screwed daily
and can't catch up to progress
and like that the decades have passed
so in a globalized world
there's no room for the poor
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
what i make at this company isn't even enough for a drink
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
and i tell my teresa i'm not going to quit
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
what i make at this company isn't even enough for a drink
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
and i tell my teresa, come on let's go dancing...
and considering the relentless rise in world food prices, now seems as good a time as any to post this video for la carencia by panteón rococo...
por la mañana yo me levanto
no me dan ganas de ir a trabajar
subo a la combi y voy observando
que toda la gente comienza a pasar
por la avenida va circulando
el alma obrera de mi ciudad
gente que siempre esta trabajando
y su descanso lo ocupa pa´soñar
después de ocho horas de andar laborando
desesperanza se siente en el hogar
pues con la friega que hay a diario
ya no alcanza pa´ progresar
y así han pasado decenas de años
pues en un mundo globalizado
la gente pobre no tiene lugar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
con lo que gano en esta empresa no me alcanza pa´tragar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
y yo le digo a mi teresa no me voy a resignar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
con lo que gano en esta empresa no me alcanza pa´tragar
y la carencia ¡arriba! y los salarios ¡abajo!
y yo le digo a mi teresa vente vamos a bailar…
**
in the morning i get up
i don't feel like going to work
i get on the combi and observe
all the people starting to go by
through the avenue circulating
is the workers' heart of my city
the people who are always laboring
and whose rest is full of dreaming
after eight hours spent working
hopelessness affects the home
they get screwed daily
and can't catch up to progress
and like that the decades have passed
so in a globalized world
there's no room for the poor
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
what i make at this company isn't even enough for a drink
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
and i tell my teresa i'm not going to quit
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
what i make at this company isn't even enough for a drink
the deprivation... up! and the wages... down!
and i tell my teresa, come on let's go dancing...
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
chula
i spent this past weekend in chula vista, my beloved hometown. i do like it up here, but certain things from there i really miss when i'm away. like seeing the lights that dot the tijuana hillsides from my family's house at night. like riding through san ysidro during the day, that gigantic flag waving hello to me from the mexico side of the línea the entire time. like eating ice cream from oasis: pepino con chile, sweet rice, piña. oh man, riquísimo.
the little pocket of chula vista where my father grew up, and where countless primos still live, is otay (not to be confused with otay lakes or otay ranch). and right there on 4th & main, around the corner from our lady of guadalupe church and close to the house where my father was raised, is the old palomino bar. formerly a vaquero hangout, it's now a rock en español club.
over the border
3008 main street (@ 4th avenue), otay-chula vista
it's tiny, holds at most 300 people, but panteón rococo, gustavo cerati, andrea echeverri, bersuit, and el gran silencio have all played there. most saturday nights you will find the house band, los ingratoz, playing some of their vast collection of rock en español covers. this weekend there was a lot of taking it back to the old school with songs like déjenos bailar, tren al sur, oye mi amor and el chico de la calle. they are good musicians those guys, and the crowd loves them! especially during the requisite shout-outs to tj, df, and guadalajara. the djs usually do well too, with some of the more innovative mixes i've heard... rancheras + reggaeton, anyone? this weekend there was not quite enough cumbia, and too much techno but i won't hold it against them.
for a straight club on a saturday night, it's pretty cool. the boy-girl ratio is not oppressive, the pick-up action isn't either, and the cocktails are served by boys with poky hair, not girls in miniskirt-uniforms. also, the young woman at the door was wearing heavy eyeliner and a man's suit. chulita.
here's a song the band covered in their first set, excellent for a spin on the rock en español dance floor if you ask me...
la negra tomasa : caifanes
the little pocket of chula vista where my father grew up, and where countless primos still live, is otay (not to be confused with otay lakes or otay ranch). and right there on 4th & main, around the corner from our lady of guadalupe church and close to the house where my father was raised, is the old palomino bar. formerly a vaquero hangout, it's now a rock en español club.
over the border
3008 main street (@ 4th avenue), otay-chula vista
it's tiny, holds at most 300 people, but panteón rococo, gustavo cerati, andrea echeverri, bersuit, and el gran silencio have all played there. most saturday nights you will find the house band, los ingratoz, playing some of their vast collection of rock en español covers. this weekend there was a lot of taking it back to the old school with songs like déjenos bailar, tren al sur, oye mi amor and el chico de la calle. they are good musicians those guys, and the crowd loves them! especially during the requisite shout-outs to tj, df, and guadalajara. the djs usually do well too, with some of the more innovative mixes i've heard... rancheras + reggaeton, anyone? this weekend there was not quite enough cumbia, and too much techno but i won't hold it against them.
for a straight club on a saturday night, it's pretty cool. the boy-girl ratio is not oppressive, the pick-up action isn't either, and the cocktails are served by boys with poky hair, not girls in miniskirt-uniforms. also, the young woman at the door was wearing heavy eyeliner and a man's suit. chulita.
here's a song the band covered in their first set, excellent for a spin on the rock en español dance floor if you ask me...
la negra tomasa : caifanes
Monday, September 22, 2008
¡saludos compañero!
hey, martín from antibalas & ocote soul found us here
... and sent a regalito!
la reja : ocote soul sounds
tumba la reja, tumbala
corta la reja, cortala
quema la reja, quemala
libre frontera, brincala
libre frontera, brincala
libre frontera, brincala
**
exactly!! gracias, martín, te mandamos un fuerte abrazo. hasta la próxima...
... and sent a regalito!
la reja : ocote soul sounds
tumba la reja, tumbala
corta la reja, cortala
quema la reja, quemala
libre frontera, brincala
libre frontera, brincala
libre frontera, brincala
**
exactly!! gracias, martín, te mandamos un fuerte abrazo. hasta la próxima...
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Blame it on los blues
I just got through reading Blues People by Amiri Baraka and Blues Legacies and Black Feminism by Angela Davis. What does this have to do with rock en español, you ask. Considering that rock-n-roll, ska, and so many other beloved musical genres grew out of African and African-American musical traditions, the answer is: everything. But I won’t go on here about how Elvis “borrowed” his style and rhythm from his African-American contemporaries or how the working class British kids grew their ska out of the slower Jamaican version of the same. We’ll save those topics for another time because what’s on my mind at this moment is the blues and my dad blasting BB King from a portable tape deck in 1987 as we sat around a campfire at Yosemite National Park. And Dad was drinking. And signing. And shouting and talking back to the recording just as if he were at a live show. And that was the night I became aware of how much this music meant to him, my dad, who grew up in East L.A. listening to the working class anthems of his time.
Of course, I can’t think in this direction without also thinking of El Tri. And Enrique Bunbury. And Pappo. And this song that features the timeless blues themes of amor fracasado and getting the hell out of town.
"A.D.O" - El Tri
Bunbury, of course draws more indirectly from the blues legacy, although he makes an explicit nod to this palate in the song “Palo de Mayo”—about the Afro-Nicaraguan dance—in the line in which he sings, “igual que sin dolor ya no hay blues.” I would add that without blues, jazz, and swing, there is also no Bunbury.
"Carmen Jones" - Enrique Bunbury
Of course this brings up interesting questions of the international manifestations of appropriation. I’ve always felt a little strange about Bunbury’s reliance on using Latin American and African American musical traditions, even if he is a genius. El Tri, on the other hand, has always hard core represented for the working class, and because of this (and because they are Mexican and not Spanish), it has never bothered me that Alex Lora’s music borrows so unabashedly from the blues. As for Pappo, I don’t know enough about him or his music to comment extensively, but here’s a song, complete with inverted call and response, that speaks for itself.
"Mi Vieja" - Pappo
excerpt...
Mi vieja va a plaza con pancartas
con las pancartas que yo mismo le arme
Ella protesta porque ya esta harta
de que le afanen una y otra vez
de que le afanen una y otra vez
En una de las manifestaciones
vino la cana y se la quiso llevar
por reclamar lo que le corresponde
Se vuelve loco nos quiere matar
Me vuelvo loco y los quiero matar
Nadie se atreva a tocar a mi vieja
porque mi vieja es lo mas grande que hay.
(My mom goes to the plaza with placards
with the placards that I myself armed her with
she protests because she’s fed up
with being worked so hard
with being worked so hard
During one of the demonstrations
the police came and wanted to take her away
for demanding what belongs to her
They go crazy and they want to kill us
I go crazy and want to kill them
Nobody better dare touch my mom
‘cuz my mom is the greatest there is)
Of course, I can’t think in this direction without also thinking of El Tri. And Enrique Bunbury. And Pappo. And this song that features the timeless blues themes of amor fracasado and getting the hell out of town.
"A.D.O" - El Tri
Bunbury, of course draws more indirectly from the blues legacy, although he makes an explicit nod to this palate in the song “Palo de Mayo”—about the Afro-Nicaraguan dance—in the line in which he sings, “igual que sin dolor ya no hay blues.” I would add that without blues, jazz, and swing, there is also no Bunbury.
"Carmen Jones" - Enrique Bunbury
Of course this brings up interesting questions of the international manifestations of appropriation. I’ve always felt a little strange about Bunbury’s reliance on using Latin American and African American musical traditions, even if he is a genius. El Tri, on the other hand, has always hard core represented for the working class, and because of this (and because they are Mexican and not Spanish), it has never bothered me that Alex Lora’s music borrows so unabashedly from the blues. As for Pappo, I don’t know enough about him or his music to comment extensively, but here’s a song, complete with inverted call and response, that speaks for itself.
"Mi Vieja" - Pappo
excerpt...
Mi vieja va a plaza con pancartas
con las pancartas que yo mismo le arme
Ella protesta porque ya esta harta
de que le afanen una y otra vez
de que le afanen una y otra vez
En una de las manifestaciones
vino la cana y se la quiso llevar
por reclamar lo que le corresponde
Se vuelve loco nos quiere matar
Me vuelvo loco y los quiero matar
Nadie se atreva a tocar a mi vieja
porque mi vieja es lo mas grande que hay.
(My mom goes to the plaza with placards
with the placards that I myself armed her with
she protests because she’s fed up
with being worked so hard
with being worked so hard
During one of the demonstrations
the police came and wanted to take her away
for demanding what belongs to her
They go crazy and they want to kill us
I go crazy and want to kill them
Nobody better dare touch my mom
‘cuz my mom is the greatest there is)
Thursday, September 18, 2008
silvio
oooohhhh, mercedes sosa. unfortunate that she continues to break hearts from argentina to palestine with her disregard for the economic & cultural boycott of the state of israel. i do love that silvio rodríguez, though.
here are two anti-imperialist silvio classics, about nicaragua sandinista and the playa girón (bay of pigs).
cancion urgente para nicaragua : silvio rodríguez
managua, nicaragua. 1983.
**
playa girón : silvio rodríguez
madrid, españa. 1979.
here are two anti-imperialist silvio classics, about nicaragua sandinista and the playa girón (bay of pigs).
cancion urgente para nicaragua : silvio rodríguez
managua, nicaragua. 1983.
**
playa girón : silvio rodríguez
madrid, españa. 1979.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Mercedes y Shakira cantan Silvio!
Mercedes Sosa and Shakira singing "La Maza" by Silvio Rodriguez at the América Latina en Acción Solidaria (ALAS) concert in Costanera Sur in Argentina, May 2008.
La Maza
By Silvio Rodriguez
Si no creyera en la locura
de la garganta del sinsonte
si no creyera que
en el monte
se esconde el trino y la pavura.
Si no creyera en la balanza
en la razon del equilibrio
si no creyera en el delirio
si no
creyera en la esperanza.
Si no creyera en lo que agencio
si no creyera en mi camino
si no creyera en mi sonido
si no creyera en mi silencio.
Que cosa fuera
Que cosa fuera la maza sin cantera
un amasijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones
un revoltijo de carne con madera
un instrumento sin mejores resplandores
que lucecitas montadas para
escena
que cosa fuera -corazon- que cosa fuera
que cosa fuera la maza sin
cantera
un testaferro del traidor de los aplausos
un servidor de pasado
en copa nueva
un eternizador de dioses del ocaso
jubilo hervido con trapo
y lentejuela
que cosa fuera -corazon- que cosa fuera
que cosa fuera la
maza sin cantera
que cosa fuera -corazon- que cosa fuera
que cosa fuera
la maza sin cantera.
Si no creyera en lo mas duro
si no creyera en el deseo
si no creyera en lo que creo
si no ceyera en algo puro.
Si no creyera en cada herida
si no creyera en la que ronde
si no creyera en
lo que esconde
hacerse hermano de la vida.
Si no creyera en quien me
escucha
si no creeyera en lo que duele
si no creyera en lo que
queda
si no creyera en lo que lucha.
Que cosa fuera...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
¡bienvenidos al blog!
welcome and...
¡felices fiestas patrias!
chicano moratorium, mexican independence day parade, east los angeles, 1970.
**
dedications, to you all from us...
la carencia : panteón rococo (la pachuquita)
no me arrepiento : ataque 77 (diabólica)
de américa yo soy : el gran silencio (la cumbiambera)
Monday, September 15, 2008
random fan notes...
Went to see Julieta (again) in Nueva York, and guess who was playing keyboards for her—Horacio “Chicho” Gomez, who has also been doing teclados for Los Enanitos Verdes ever since Big Bang (the 1995 album, not the explosion). Seeing him on stage with Julieta was like seeing an old friend in the company of one of your other great friends unexpectedly on a street corner. Although, of course, the circumstances aren't that random. Julieta and Los EV have been musical pals ever since Tracción Acústica (1998), a live album recorded in Mexico City and for which Los Enanitos invited Julieta to play her accordion. As for Chicho, during the last few Enanitos shows I’ve been to, his fellow argentinos always give him a solo in which he busts out some good old Argentine tango. And as for those little green guys, a fellow fan and close friend of the band told me that they are planning to release a new album (their 15th!) next year. In the meantime, they are doing their yearly tour EE.UU. in October, but haven’t announced Bay Area dates yet. Come on Barcelona, hurry up and confirm!
Friday, September 12, 2008
¡evo, no te rajes!
vamos compañeros...
evo morales, former president of the cocaleros union, and current president of the república de bolívia, has had a rough couple of weeks. ummm... make that a rough couple of years. right now he's up to his eyeballs in u.s. intervention and ruling class attempts at sabotage, against which the bolivian popular classes are waging the latest in their heroic and enduring fight for control of their own land and resources.
i would like to dedicate to evo this song, about his beloved south american highlands. i hope he likes los enanitos verdes :) pensando en ti, evo...
se vive la libertad
se siente la libertad
**
cordillera : enanitos verdes
¡bolívia ni se rinde ni se vende!
for more on recent events in bolívia see "lamento boliviano" in argentina's página 12. gracias, mariana y liliane.
evo morales, former president of the cocaleros union, and current president of the república de bolívia, has had a rough couple of weeks. ummm... make that a rough couple of years. right now he's up to his eyeballs in u.s. intervention and ruling class attempts at sabotage, against which the bolivian popular classes are waging the latest in their heroic and enduring fight for control of their own land and resources.
i would like to dedicate to evo this song, about his beloved south american highlands. i hope he likes los enanitos verdes :) pensando en ti, evo...
se vive la libertad
se siente la libertad
**
cordillera : enanitos verdes
¡bolívia ni se rinde ni se vende!
for more on recent events in bolívia see "lamento boliviano" in argentina's página 12. gracias, mariana y liliane.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Ramon Ayala en Concierto!
Since we are Rockeras sin Fronteras, today I will exercise the "Sin Fronteras" part of our blog.
I went to see Ramon Ayala y los Bravos del Norte rock the house in Portland, Oregon, commemorating Ramon Ayala's forty five years with the band. It was an amazing experience to see the him and the band, all decked out in shiny blue matching vaquero suits, and vaquero hats. As soon I heard the opening accordion beats to "Un Rinconcito en la Cielo", I felt the urge to cry. I have heard Ramon Ayala's songs since I was able to decipher music from common noise, since I knew what music was. My parents dedicated his songs to each other when they were dating, my grandfather was buried to "Un Puno de Tierra", and his songs also helped me mourn my grandfather's death. Ramon Ayala sings the experience of the poor, working class Mexican people and how we love, bury our dead, bury our sorrows, and live our lives. His appeal is multi generational, with the grandmas standing next to teenagers singing "Que me Entierren Cantando" ("Bury Me Singing")
" Y ese dia que yo y me muera,
yo no quiero oir los llorar
lo que quiero es que lleven guitaras
para oir los a todos catar"
"and the day that I die
I dont want to hear you cry
What I want is for you to bring guitars
So I can hear you all sing"
Throughout the show they kept taking shout outs from audience members ("saludos a la familia Sanchez de Nayarit de parte de Rosita") probably dedicated to other audience members.
Ramon Ayala and his trusty accordion (red, black, and white), have paved the way for musicians like Julieta Venegas and Fuga who have incorporated the accordion into rock, punkchera (punk/ranchera mix), and pop.
Once the show was over, my sister and I took pictures with Ramon Ayala. So did hundreds of parents, grandparents, and teenagers who all see themselves in Ramon Ayala y los Bravos del Norte. Todos somos Ramon Ayala!
I went to see Ramon Ayala y los Bravos del Norte rock the house in Portland, Oregon, commemorating Ramon Ayala's forty five years with the band. It was an amazing experience to see the him and the band, all decked out in shiny blue matching vaquero suits, and vaquero hats. As soon I heard the opening accordion beats to "Un Rinconcito en la Cielo", I felt the urge to cry. I have heard Ramon Ayala's songs since I was able to decipher music from common noise, since I knew what music was. My parents dedicated his songs to each other when they were dating, my grandfather was buried to "Un Puno de Tierra", and his songs also helped me mourn my grandfather's death. Ramon Ayala sings the experience of the poor, working class Mexican people and how we love, bury our dead, bury our sorrows, and live our lives. His appeal is multi generational, with the grandmas standing next to teenagers singing "Que me Entierren Cantando" ("Bury Me Singing")
" Y ese dia que yo y me muera,
yo no quiero oir los llorar
lo que quiero es que lleven guitaras
para oir los a todos catar"
"and the day that I die
I dont want to hear you cry
What I want is for you to bring guitars
So I can hear you all sing"
Throughout the show they kept taking shout outs from audience members ("saludos a la familia Sanchez de Nayarit de parte de Rosita") probably dedicated to other audience members.
Ramon Ayala and his trusty accordion (red, black, and white), have paved the way for musicians like Julieta Venegas and Fuga who have incorporated the accordion into rock, punkchera (punk/ranchera mix), and pop.
Once the show was over, my sister and I took pictures with Ramon Ayala. So did hundreds of parents, grandparents, and teenagers who all see themselves in Ramon Ayala y los Bravos del Norte. Todos somos Ramon Ayala!
el 11 de septiembre
**
salvador allende
26 junio 1908 - 11 septiembre 1973
chile your waters run red through soweto : versión billy bragg, 1986 (original, sweet honey in the rock, 1981)
chile your waters run red through soweto
if you heard about chile then you heard about soweto
where the blood of oppression runs deep as the mine...
**
text of allende's last speech, delivered on the radio shortly before his death in a u.s.-backed military coup, & mira niñita : los jaivas
more images of the u.s.-sponsored dictadura chilena here:
la ciudad de los fotógrafos
chile from within
asociación de fotógrafos independientes de chile
salvador allende
26 junio 1908 - 11 septiembre 1973
chile your waters run red through soweto : versión billy bragg, 1986 (original, sweet honey in the rock, 1981)
chile your waters run red through soweto
if you heard about chile then you heard about soweto
where the blood of oppression runs deep as the mine...
**
text of allende's last speech, delivered on the radio shortly before his death in a u.s.-backed military coup, & mira niñita : los jaivas
more images of the u.s.-sponsored dictadura chilena here:
la ciudad de los fotógrafos
chile from within
asociación de fotógrafos independientes de chile
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
en los barrios de guapos no se vive tranquilo...
mide bien tus palabras o no vales ni un kilo ...
**
calle luna calle sol : versión locos por juana
not quite as gangster as the original i don't think, but i do like it. it's a noble effort. unlike marc anthony singing hector lavoe in jlo's dreadful cantante movie, for example.
calle luna calle sol : versión original, willie colón y hector lavoe
¡que viva el cantante de los cantantes! and of course ... ¡que viva puerto rico libre!
**
calle luna calle sol : versión locos por juana
not quite as gangster as the original i don't think, but i do like it. it's a noble effort. unlike marc anthony singing hector lavoe in jlo's dreadful cantante movie, for example.
calle luna calle sol : versión original, willie colón y hector lavoe
¡que viva el cantante de los cantantes! and of course ... ¡que viva puerto rico libre!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
yanqui go home!
you know, i never did like daddy yankee (and let's be honest, he's no don omar). and not that i expected any better...
but christ, what the hell?! last week he allowed himself to be trotted out as "a great american success story" and endorsed john mccain. god, so embarrassing. que sinvergüenza. one funny thing though: mccain introduced el dy to a crowd of phoenix high school students with a reference to his song gasolina.
the l.a. times puts it like this:
Though McCain has sometimes shown surprising familiarity with rap stars and pop culture references because of the musical tastes of his daughters, it is unlikely that the conservative Republican would have made a point of mentioning the song had he known that the "Gasolina" lyrics are loaded with sexual references. Although there's some debate about what the word "gasolina" means in this context, one thing is certain: It's not a petroleum product. Asked whether McCain knew about the sexual allusions, a campaign spokesman said he had no comment.
jejejejeje.
¡arriba, abajo, los yanquis al carajo!
but christ, what the hell?! last week he allowed himself to be trotted out as "a great american success story" and endorsed john mccain. god, so embarrassing. que sinvergüenza. one funny thing though: mccain introduced el dy to a crowd of phoenix high school students with a reference to his song gasolina.
the l.a. times puts it like this:
Though McCain has sometimes shown surprising familiarity with rap stars and pop culture references because of the musical tastes of his daughters, it is unlikely that the conservative Republican would have made a point of mentioning the song had he known that the "Gasolina" lyrics are loaded with sexual references. Although there's some debate about what the word "gasolina" means in this context, one thing is certain: It's not a petroleum product. Asked whether McCain knew about the sexual allusions, a campaign spokesman said he had no comment.
jejejejeje.
¡arriba, abajo, los yanquis al carajo!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
y dejaste tu país por esto? ughh
and you left your country for this? ughh.
oh man, i really miss this band. lady p's chilean references and her spanglish lyrics... also, she is the cutest ever with that pachuca-style eyeliner & hair.
i think this is one of my favorite music videos of all time. the latina middle schoolers, the familiar scenes of latin america's satellite pueblitos in southern california, and definitely the line i borrowed for the title of this post. it comes in at about :50. check it out.
van nuys (es very nice) : los abandoned
dejaste los andes por el cemento y los swimming pools
dejaste los andes por el cemento y los swimming pools
dejaste los andes por el cemento y los swimming pools
dejaste los andes por el cemento y los swimming pools...
:( for reals.
oh man, i really miss this band. lady p's chilean references and her spanglish lyrics... also, she is the cutest ever with that pachuca-style eyeliner & hair.
i think this is one of my favorite music videos of all time. the latina middle schoolers, the familiar scenes of latin america's satellite pueblitos in southern california, and definitely the line i borrowed for the title of this post. it comes in at about :50. check it out.
van nuys (es very nice) : los abandoned
dejaste los andes por el cemento y los swimming pools
dejaste los andes por el cemento y los swimming pools
dejaste los andes por el cemento y los swimming pools
dejaste los andes por el cemento y los swimming pools...
:( for reals.
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