bah-bah-bah-BAM!
…and I’m digging number 12!
Like that one band you remember from your youth that still affects you in this one distinct way that no other band can…
Then each of the baby dolls turned into a mermaid and the cosmic body was a big ass fish that they each wanted as a mate…
Just listening to a Jaguares CD lent to me by a friend and I’m digging number 12! Check out the CD: Jaguares – Primer Instinto. Number 12 (Como Tu) is cumbia but with soul, like dance-able sad jazz. Is that possible?
Anyhow, my man & I just came back from couple drinks at a friend’s apt (the Pepster); Bacardi Limon w/ Coke (he didn’t have any Cranberry juice for his Vodka, a sin!). So I was able to burn a copy of the aforementioned Jaguares CD. And I’m still diggin’ number 12!
MAN! Number 10 totally brings tears… “Hay veces quisera hogarte en un grito” ::There are times that I want to drown you in a scream::. Man, Jaguares (formally known as Caifanes) kick ass. Like that one band you remember from your youth that still affects you in this one distinct way that no other band can. But now they have a CD with their old songs with a new twist. So they’re a Spanish Rock band, not hard-core but up there. The singer is very “aztec”, very native, and VERY poetic.
So this CD is them going out on a different angle by remaking their songs in different moods from jazzy to acoustic to cumbia to mariachi to operatic(?).
Maybe I’m just buzzing :p
“Somos como gatos en cello,
somos una cellula que explota,
y esa no la paras…”
::We’re like jealous cats,
we’re a cell that explodes,
and that you can’t stop….::
beautiful song…
The Jaguares were the Caifanes way back when, but became the Jaguares because they lost some members and wanted to “re-name” the changed band. They’ve gotten expensive, tho; close to $40 to see them live, plus the singer doesn’t want anyone to smoke at the concert cuz it “bothers” him.
So, the Pepster was telling us that when he was in L.A. recently, he saw Saul Hernandez (singer of the Jaguares) all over billboards pimpin Hennesey. To which I responded “sell-out” and Pepe said he should’ve been the spokesperson for a Latin drink at the very least like Tequila or something. Saul being very “native” and all. Oh well.
Had a very odd dream last night. A ship in outerspace had orbiting around it baby dolls. The kind of baby dolls that each have their own diapers. Then suddenly a cosmic body went wizzing by and the baby dolls all left the space ship and began to follow this cosmic body.
Then each of the baby dolls turned into a mermaid and the cosmic body was a big ass fish that they each wanted as a mate. And the chase became this beautiful dance with the stars, and the planets, and all that crap. Then the cosmic fish settled in this waterfall in the middle of space and all the mermaids would just swim around it and keep him company. Very odd, what does it all mean?
