Ten minutes on January 25, 2008
Ten minutes on January 25, 2008
Bertha. This Train don’t stop here anymore. Mas y mas. Good morning aztlan. I walked the dog and the tree stood huge and towering in the streetlight like something from another world and the air smelled like rain and late night 1:30 am everyone isn’t asleep but mostly they are we got home from The Catalyst after Los Lobos (the third band! Came on at 11!) rocked the crowd and lulled it and rocked it some more
One of those watch the crowd half the time dance the other half nights so fun to see other people having fun so easy to get close to the band up top (dance floor is packed hip to hip cheek to jowl old young girls boys moving like one protozoan thing in time to the band’s time) Cat Will Elisa Matt the usual suspects
Feed the girls cherries talktalk with the boys listen dance drink buy rounds watch the pot smoke waft up up and away over the close cropped heads of Catalyst security and the bald heads of old deadheads hear the clink of bottles glasses the glass sounds of alcohol on board and at all times music pounding or waving you closer or Kiko’s eerie uncanny rhythms dance Kiko dance dance by the lavender moon
Big dude “Rojas let his wife die” a story about kidnapping Cesar refused the ransom mother of his child so the Mexican abductor killed her “so why are you here?” I asked he said he wanted to be at the Neville Brothers at Moes but his friends forced him to come crazy rapping white dude in the big black duster that kind of night I can handle a lot and still keep balance “what do you think Cesar would say if we asked him right now about it?” “he’d lie man he’d lie”
He also bitched about the lack of clean sound the bass unfriendly mix a girl walked by bopping her head shoulders it was working for her she lacked the backstory about death and loss of respect
Well, who knows? All I know is after Dirk’s massive birthday bash cooked by Kevin and Cathy Mentor and Erica the wonderful Spanish wines the tri tip rubbed in who knows what after that and then driving with Cat and listening to Excene turned up medium high after all that Los Lobos once again delivered, like Karl Malone, “The mailman he delivers.” Sserivng up that tasty mix, to a mix of Watsonville and Santa Cruz, a crowd that often pulsed in time…
2:06 time for sleep though I could playa right now and ride my bike to the other side if Nina was dancing with her French boys!
Bertha. This Train don’t stop here anymore. Mas y mas. Good morning aztlan. I walked the dog and the tree stood huge and towering in the streetlight like something from another world and the air smelled like rain and late night 1:30 am everyone isn’t asleep but mostly they are we got home from The Catalyst after Los Lobos (the third band! Came on at 11!) rocked the crowd and lulled it and rocked it some more
One of those watch the crowd half the time dance the other half nights so fun to see other people having fun so easy to get close to the band up top (dance floor is packed hip to hip cheek to jowl old young girls boys moving like one protozoan thing in time to the band’s time) Cat Will Elisa Matt the usual suspects
Feed the girls cherries talktalk with the boys listen dance drink buy rounds watch the pot smoke waft up up and away over the close cropped heads of Catalyst security and the bald heads of old deadheads hear the clink of bottles glasses the glass sounds of alcohol on board and at all times music pounding or waving you closer or Kiko’s eerie uncanny rhythms dance Kiko dance dance by the lavender moon
Big dude “Rojas let his wife die” a story about kidnapping Cesar refused the ransom mother of his child so the Mexican abductor killed her “so why are you here?” I asked he said he wanted to be at the Neville Brothers at Moes but his friends forced him to come crazy rapping white dude in the big black duster that kind of night I can handle a lot and still keep balance “what do you think Cesar would say if we asked him right now about it?” “he’d lie man he’d lie”
He also bitched about the lack of clean sound the bass unfriendly mix a girl walked by bopping her head shoulders it was working for her she lacked the backstory about death and loss of respect
Well, who knows? All I know is after Dirk’s massive birthday bash cooked by Kevin and Cathy Mentor and Erica the wonderful Spanish wines the tri tip rubbed in who knows what after that and then driving with Cat and listening to Excene turned up medium high after all that Los Lobos once again delivered, like Karl Malone, “The mailman he delivers.” Sserivng up that tasty mix, to a mix of Watsonville and Santa Cruz, a crowd that often pulsed in time…
2:06 time for sleep though I could playa right now and ride my bike to the other side if Nina was dancing with her French boys!
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