(It is still the night before, but): “joder Pete saludos y viva la revolución carajo.” Axé.
I posted this yesterday, but here it is slightly enlarged and easier to see. There is also a brilliant picture of the washboard player. Axé.
So after the work of the festival was done I ended up at this after event almost nobody seemed to know about, involving the family of the late great Clifton Chenier, where I met his niece who was magical. The bands were channelling Clifton and it was amazing. I have not seen anything like this … More André Thierry, Corey Ledet
I was doing some work last night involving the musician in question (F. J.) and it was very interesting. I do not have time to describe the whole event and all of its aspects, which were many and deep. I do want to note one small perception so I do not forget: as a performer, … More Líneas
Claro que sí, flaquito. Axé.
Ello es que el lugar donde me pongo el pantalón, es una casa donde me quito la camisa en alta voz y donde tengo un suelo, un alma, un mapa de mi España. Ahora mismo hablaba de mí conmigo, y ponía sobre un pequeño libro un pan tremendo y he, luego, hecho el traslado, he … More Last day of class
The time has come to get real. Axé.
Germaine Montero, immortelle; my first singer and the best. Eres como la rosa de Alexandria, morena salada Colorada de noche, blanca de día; Toda la noche estoy, Niña, pernsando en ti; Que yo de amores me muero, desde que te vi, morena salada; desde que te vi. Axé.
Dear Administration, Everything you have heard about me, namely that I am a devil from the University of California, is true. That sturdy Golden Bear, whose football games I disdained back in the day, watches me from the sky even now. If you give me the faculty I want from this campus, I can recruit … More California forever.