Well we are now in September. 2013 you are a strange one, feel like I’m just starting to know you and you will be gone shortly.
Here are the latest news, shows I’ve attended and recent musical finds I thought I’d share with you.
EL CAFE TACUBA
Café Tacuba. Got to see them for the billionth time. Third time w/la Calitexican in the Bay Area.
m. a. g. i. c. a. l.
Their shows are jumping. Non-stop jumping.
But for a change here is their vocal twist. Meme. Everything he sings, he does it with his beating, dripping hot heart on his sleeve. Hot damn.
ALERTA: Bikes, cross-gender roles, makeouts y a very sexy voice:
And Japan, jumping non-stop:
And the timeless 90s unplugged, pure goodness:
Oh Pilar. We love you so much. Asides bikes +the internets, I think it was the same 2006 or 07(?) show la Calitexican and I were both at, without knowing each other (yet!) at the Great American with Miho Hatori of Cibo Matto opening para ti
→AND→ she recently replied to one of my tweets… IMELTED-IMELTEDDD♥ESCÁNDALO!
@meligrosa Gracias for the ❤
— María del Pilar (@mariadelpilarrr) September 7, 2013
She has new material out: The story behind “Huaso de Los Angelitos” music video+song:
Also, not sure if ever showed this video when the Los Abandoned were still together. Super cute is an understatement.
ALERTA: bicis, nite rides, lights y hearts. ♥AY!
A new 4song EP is out this month, hadn’t seen the video until this past week. Remind me of Enigma a bit. Here is their latest:
TV ON THE RADIO
Good song to wrap up and listen to during the homestrech of the workday, me thinks:
MY BLOODY VALENTINE
They have an upcoming show in Mexico City this week. rad!
THE BLACK ANGELS
ALERTA: One of my favorite bands.
I’ve also seen them numerous times in the last few years throughout the state. Last sold-out concert this past May in San Francisco was at the local & legendary quasi-ripoff-off-super-pricey-livenation-ticket-purchase but-we-do-it-anyways aka → The Fillmore.
Thankfully for Woody getting tix way ahead, I got to buy a ticket from him(!) A new bond was found w/MK of our mutual love for the band and a fellow other Angels fans, though I lost them once inside. However I very much enjoyed the full view from the way-back with one of my fave Texans, Big Papi. You don’t mess with Big Papi. He is the best.
The latest Black Angels concert was SUPERB, as is my crush on vocalist Alex Maas… ♥besobeso!!
This new EP “Live in San Francisco” is 3-track available to share/download.
(via the BayBridged)
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OK, that is all for now y thanks for reading.
Have a rock-star week,
I agree with Tom Hanks’ twitter bio, it reads “I’m that actor in some of the movies you liked and some you didn’t…” –@tomhanks. I can watch some of his movies over and over. Some I can’t stand. And a few have kept my mom and I talking about it for years, and years, and years (ie. Philadelphia).
I recently came across an article he wrote in the NYT and I not only liked the way it is written, but how many times I closely related to it and how it made me think about my own appreciation of hand-written notes and not losing a tactile tradition. There are a few sentences in his rather short article I enjoyed a little too much, first one:
“I use a manual typewriter — and the United States Postal Service — almost every day. My snail-mail letters and thank-you notes, office memos and to-do lists, and rough — and I mean very rough — drafts of story pages are messy things, but the creating of them satisfies me like few other daily tasks.”
We have this in common. As a matter of fact I have an affinity with postal offices. Even when passing through a town, I like to stop by and send a postcard, or two. The first time I visited Mexico City, I was lucky to be near it during business hours and got to go to the main postal office near the Zócalo, across the street from El Palacio de Bellas Artes. Amazing! I sent two postcards to the north of Mexico which took over 3 months to arrive and well, that’s just another story altogether.
I am known to always have stamps with me, question is which need do you need? – a forever one, or just a postcard one? Yes, I have both.…
“No one throws away typewritten letters, because they are pieces of graphic art with a singularity equal to your fingerprints, for no two manual typewriters print precisely the same.”“For less important doodles in text, the kind that go no farther than your desk or refrigerator door, the tactile pleasure of typing old school is incomparable to what you get from a de rigueur laptop.”
Do you have pen pals? Hope it isn’t a thing of the past – When was the last time you sent a postcard, birthday card or letter?
Saturday couch feature: while watching the As game from the VIP front row seats (aka the couch), this commercial came up. Pretty cute, reminds me of a very special 20year old angel ♥
I was in Portland for 3 days in late August for one of my good college friend’s wedding.
He is now married to an Oregonian.
Instead of doing one Portland blog post, I’ll share some short dispatches of moments y fotos.
Hope you enjoy them.
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As I ended the phone call, I stood right in front of Cameron’s books.
A book store can possibly be accurately described as a bedroom; it’s personal, you can easily get lost and your mind travels.
I found Adrienne at Powell’s without looking for her for too long after realizing she told me in our phone call she would be in the red room, and not in her bed room.
I suppose I have no troubles finding people.
Mazes, elimination process.
I like those challenges. I don’t like them.
I love them.
Math, riddles, translation.
Not luck but rather, an eye color map being built as you walk.
His sweater matches that wall.
That lady sounds like the mall.
And a dash of an accurate sense of direction, that doesn’t always work, and that is just how it works.
Before exiting, I decided to purchase two items that I wouldn’t find in any other bookstore. A tote designed by a local Portland artist and a navy blue patch with golden letters on it.
The woman ringing me out had a bright red 80s sweatshirt with oversized sleeves and a peculiar flower-like pattern on it. Her resplendent Caribbean skin, the softest accent and that nice smile took me back to a hot summer night I had once imagined in a novel.
It had just stopped raining outside.
Her femininity radiation was the highest I’ve absorbed in quite some time and in a matter of seconds my feet had walked me almost magically outside.
Sequence of events are in no particular order.
Saw this article linked tonight via Urban Velo [CHICAGO] “Woman gets dragged by passenger in moving SUV …Police have classified the incident as a hit-and-run”
There are a lot of things that anger me as a woman, and as someone who has always lived in city environments. The ‘quietest’ city I’ve lived in is downtown Oakland (not because is quiet, but because everything was closed before 4PM) and been exposed to the constant flow of urban environments. This particular article was extremely disturbing to read knowing the powerless feeling and safety concerns. I am so glad she is OK.
A few years ago I was spanked while on my bike while riding on South Van Ness/13th intersection it was around 1030PM and it was pretty quiet out, so I thought it’d be safer to ride near more traffic (there was almost no one out) this happened right as I was riding under the freeway which is pretty damn dark as is, and it becomes pitch black when you are in complete anger/fear shock. It is the worst feeling of POWERLESSNESS. For safety, I had to sprint-pedal to get away from the situation.
Don’t these attacking scumbags have mothers, sisters, or significant women in their families? I hope they catch them and make them accountable for these random acts of violence. Spread the word if you are around the Chicago/Logan Square area:
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