In Seattle last week, both Jim and Abraham talked about how Los Lobos and Latin Playboys had been a revelation for them, as people who made it OK to be Latin and rock/punk, as fierce traditionalists who experimented without fear of market or audience.
In honor of our most gracious moderator Louie Pérez and of the many ways bands like his bridged so many things for us Brown bohemians, I give you an excellent bilingual bicultural moment, when Los Lobos, with guitarrón and cuatro and all kinds of stringed goodness play the son jarocho "El Canelo" on Sesame Street and order lunch.
It's true. Their backstage catering spreads are massive. They don't mess around.
And as much as I (too bad for me...) didn't give just another band from East L.A. enough credit in college, it took a good deal of solitude living out in the middle of nowhere (chicano-wise) to realize how much pride and joy their music brings. That, and how deeply they drink from their musical sources.
Posted by: richard | April 22, 2008 at 09:17 PM