ONE MINUTE AND THIRTY SECONDS of vinyl and video to bring a little excellence and positive energy into your day. In fact, I think Vinyl Reminders will be a regular feature going forward. There is just something so soothing about a turntable, about a record needle. Takes me back to the earliest days I can remember.
AUNQUE DIGAN QUE SOY
un bandolero donde voy
le doy gracias a dios
por hoy estar donde estoy
INTRODUCING RED, homeless beatbox master! Honestly, Red reminds me of half a dozen cats you meet on the corner, or on the street, the inside, or just passing thru life. Lotta natural talent out there, not everyone airbrushed and well-produced. Peeps, meet groovy human beats.
IT’S FRIDAY, and one of the oldest blog traditions I can think of is where we shake out the spirit with la música! I don’t always follow it, but I think it arose out of an organic need. So many of us follow such dire happenings day after day…it is taxing. We must fight on! And also, we must dance.
CLOSING OUT OUR WEEKEND OF TRIBUTE to Michael Jackson, here’s one of possibly the best songs about friendship, or love, or both—that exists. A lot of that is performance. It’s written for a rat, but what’s new? The footage is great, too. An old grainy version of MJ as a kid, feels like a painting in motion.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME you saw people all over the world gathering in crowds from Pakistan to Beijing to Chile to LA to cry and light candles? When was the last time you saw crowds from Harlem to London to San Francisco spontaneously come together to dance with joy?
I KEEP TELLING MYSELF it’s over. That twisting stab of loss…that feeling that something beautiful has left forever. I repeat to myself that all energy just changes shape and trades places…that the joy and movement and sound and love and connection will live on.
Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
All I wanna say is that they don’t really care about us
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE A SIDE. Life contains as much nuance as there are sizes of raindrops. But in la lucha para justícia, there is no nuance but only making a decision on whether you will stand with the entrenched powers that be, or the people suffering in the wake of those powers.
BRASS, BRASS, BRASS. Which I’m presenting to you in honor of and accordance with the last few days of glorious sun, sun, sun! Here’s a bit of Mariachi just when you were craving it and didn’t even know it.
SHOULD I PAINT MY FACE?
Should I pierce my skin?
Does this make me a pagan
Sweating out my sins…
SOME FOLKS INHERIT STAR-SPANGLED EYES.
Ooh, they send you down to war.
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more!
SOME OF THE LOVELY LILA for your smooth Sunday enjoyment. Nobody can cook it up like her, eh? No. The correct answer is no!
EPISODE DOS of this new vloglicious conversation wherein Nezua finishes talking about the changes which see us into 2009 here at The Unapologetic Mexican blog. Much delicious coffee went into the making of this video, and probably should be sipped while watching. It wouldn’t hurt.
House of Nezua
the XOLAGRAFIK theater!
