Que sea tu cruel adiós mi navidad

era una aventura lo ke yo buscaba

as children most go to the circus, carnivals, water parks or zoos.

whether it was in the states or in mexico, the culture of man vs beast was introduced at an early age.

fresh pistaches or cacahuates were drenched in limon y chile and washed down by bolis while banda seemed to hypnotize the brahma bulls as they kicked and bucked the men riding them.

the smell of victoria, corona and marlboro made the scene that much intriguing for an adolescent like myself. even as a child, one is fascinated in seeing gore. mothers will be mothers and yelp.

first heard this song, compliments of banda la costena, live at this arena named monumental de morelia(capacity 15,000). this was usually played at the end of the spectacle for the entertainment purposes of those enamorados.

note: saw antonio aguilar, ramon ayala, maribel guardia, joan sebastian, banda recodo, arrolladora y costena live.

Halloween 2011

trick-o-treat losers.

143:7

no amanece...

CASH

I once had a degenerate drug addict friend in 7th grade named Cash. i was always dumbfounded how he got his name till i first heard johnny cash's voice 4 years later in highschool.

eight years ago this musical juggernaut passed.

his life never did subside and now i understand the feeling.

he's the dark night rider, he's the man in black, he's the faith, spirit, life and the man with a satisfied mind.

"once i was winning in fortune and fame....then suddenly it happened, i lost every dime."

America The Beautiful

what a fateful day it was. most of us old enough remember what we were doing that morning. can you recall the feelings overtaking you at the time? fear, disbelief, hatred... from one moment to the other, America the beautiful, that America that gave us life and saw us grow had been grazed by the impurities of war. it was our home the enemy had struck. . . and we made war. the finest most powerful army the world has ever seen went up against a rag tag militia with corrupted ideals. the world had forgotten how ruthless we can be. we invented mass production, we refined gunpowder, we came up with close quarter tactics and long range sniping. . . WE ARE THE WAR MACHINE. we do not rest (we own the night), we are relentless (we embody resolve), we do not forget. we hunted them down, each and all of them. we killed the one that presided over their ranks.

they cannot defeat us, this, fire in every single American with which we charge defiantly into the night to defend our ideals; every single one of us born free to become anyone we want to be. to have the opinion we want to have and be able to voice it. to be treated with respect and as a human being. . . to gather in the streets and sing about America, The Beautiful.

service to battle

LIVE REQUEST HOUR! - Back Door Slam

every day is a new, bright fucking day. times change, people change, but the blues remain the same. where would i be without the blues? perhaps living a monotonous life working in some generic cubicle in some polluted piece of real estate. this music is inside me, this music moves me because i am the blues. i give no two fucks because im the asshole you wish you could get rid of. im that annoying little scab you keep picking at. im the big white elephant in the room. i say whats on everyone elses mind but they refuse to utter. fuck you :) .... greetings and salutations to the kin indeed, i have been away for way too long. heres a little jam recomended to me by the elusive mr. moonxxxshine, gotta leave by back door slam. its a shame theyre not making records anymore. enjoy with an ice cold newcastle yall

contra el mundo

ya si no entiendes las penas en su voz, pues la neta ni pa ke seas amante de musica. ya saben ke tranza conmigo.

sube carreteiro sube que o mundo vai fogando

o deixame subir o carro carreteiro o deixame subir o carro que me muero,

MORENA POR TI.

todo o mundo contra min morena por que te quiero

todo o mundo contra min y eu (io) contra o mundo enteiro

come on in yall

all day

Too Afraid To Love You

esta pinche rola: head bobbing, lightin up and letting the shit wander to the vast pit of blistering coals. once heard love is like a dying ember in that only memories remain. sera?

grinding..

ESTOY!

still on it. "Fo's Bar&Grille" relentless! come by MoFo's Bar&Grille grab a brew. Indulge your dark passenger.

texas touch down

sobre el camino de la locura...toda es tortura...los deje hace tiempo pero ah llegado momento de volver.

volver volver volver

MoFo's Bar&Grille is TONIGHT!... se armo señores!

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N'awlins

ya ke andamos por aqui. . . a double of bourbon whiskey para la ira please.

Volando vengo, volando voy, deprisa deprisa a rumbo perdido.

cuando llegare...

18. Dengue Woman Blues

it's wednesday....

whaatt up??

the morning broke because of storms both outside and inside.

a yellow flannel raincoat and a beautiful striking face caused a night-terror.

leaned for the lapper and played this. Jimmie Vaughan shredding with emotion; it helps.

hastio maldito hijo de su .... .....

La Golondrina

y nomas ibamos de paso.... saludos al camarada desde el valle de tejas. aqui todo sigue igual solo faltas tu pal pore. se ancia aca por saber de tus malvadas aventuras y el desplagamiento de nuestra cultura, pa ke se eduquen! regardless, woke up this morning thinkin bout how u was faring while at ur current lodge, and then i got to thinkin "shit, this fucker is living the life." i imagine sandy beaches, beautiful women, a temperate breeze and a tingling buzz, anxious for what the night might bring... it is said, this is a place where you can let yourself go, its a place where the bass and the sunset is low, haha! big willie style my friend... y a chingarle! pos ya ke

south beach hazzzing

this jam goes out to homeboy isael back in phila.

kiero ke sepas ke ya no kiero hierba buena por ke ya se me quito el dolor. ahora kiero una colombiana para bailar con mi amor.

ira.....FIERRRRO homes!

oh yeah, this is somewhere by the beach. dont know where. (the picture was surreptitious so i deleted it from here after 24 hrs.)

tan solo fuera "Quasi una fantasia"

the last couple of nights spent in Philadelphia Bijan, from Tehran, distinguished the grimness inside and presented this and several more compositions. a gesture that will be deeply cherished.

hence, this Beethoven sonata goes out to his disheartening mind and to those troubled by the shadows that the la vie brings more often than one can bear.

this 'Moonlight Sonata' is as exquisite as you. exactly like the moonlight that once shone bright. exactly how you are remembered. the dimness caused by the cloudy heavens of the 956, 215 and now 305 seem to shadow me everywhere i go. dark clouds are rolling everywhere. raining.

Piano Sonata No. 14 in C♯ minor "Quasi una fantasia", Op. 27, No. 2, byLudwig van Beethoven,

17. Life By The Drop - S.R.V.

whaat up?

been playing this on the lapper, mp3 and in the car for the past several weeks.

his voice with the acoustic guitar resonate deep feelings; perhaps more than i would like.

however, i maintain and am pleased to deliver this weeks blues jam.

"you're living a dream whoa you on top,

my mind is aching, lord it won't stop."

¿ke horas son mi corazon?

Je suis perdu à Miami

cloudy miami dreaming

El nada en el mar. Ella nada en el mar. Todo nada en el mar como una raya

high for this

* ......... how i long to rant about something *(

in Miami right now .

So Much Goin On These Days

yet for some there ain't a damn thing happenin

LIVE REQUEST HOUR! - CERATI

this goes out to our loyal follower San!

salud y buenas vibras al señor Gustavo Cerati.

Exert Your Enemy

pressure is a funny thing, it changes people. perhaps it is this place, it seems to tear people apart. ive been to this place three times in the past. the heat is unbearable, the humidity is very prevalent as well. aside from that FT Bragg, home of the John F. Kennedy Special Warfare Center and School is the birthplace of todays modern Green Beret, the place is crowded with these motherfuckers. back to the point, been here for five days already and its been tiresome. although i must add its also been liberating. i find myself cursing loudly at anything and everything, it is awesome. i do believe i have become a semi bipolar sumbitch. Mott Lake looks amazing at this time of day. we're set up on this bank, white sand and tall trees, i do believe i have a picture. -fast forward to today, sittin there under the shade and having a smoke. little did i know about the events that were about to unfold. supposed friends became enemies, allegiances were formed. this is what happens when you include two lazy and i mean lazy females who despite their rise to sergeant have not the slightest clue of the responsibilities entailed. for seventeen days readers, seventeen days the crucible lasted... to be continued.

The Art of War

Every year, for two weeks, soldiers, marines, airmen and seamen supplemental to the US Armed Forces get together and play war games. Limits are challenged, opponents are bested, and cohesiveness grows. This was a very trying time for a little Detachment out of the famed town of Rio Grande City. Having its leadership cut off and replaced by a selfish, indecissive commander we drive on. In this upcoming series we will dig deep into the psyche of this man and his minions. we will make an attempt to understand their impulse to gain power while being useless at what they do. how do these worthless people end up in such favorable positions? there is a reasonable explanation for it mind you. charisma and raunchy slutiness will be recurring themes during the next few days so stay tuned readers, there are some really interesting posts coming up in this series my friend the Devil Dog (Devil for short) aptly helped me name "The Art of WAR: Annual Training at FT. Bragg"

BTW ill be honest with you guys for a second, the whole time i was there i kept singing this jam to myself. Im Going Down by Freddie King, every time i saw a chopper, every time i needlesly sped in a hummer, hell even that time i jumped all those puddles on the atv (cheers to the devil dog!) i was playing this in my head.... please enjoy while performing some serious mischief! K to the MOTHERFUCKIN P!

There's a brand new angel...

...a brand new angel with an old violin.

indeed it rained last night and the stars shone bright. didnt know what was what, but girasol is no longer here.* no more posts indefinitely. music is power.

16. The Thrill Is Gone

whaaaaat up yo?

almost wasnt going to post today. still not in mood but heres this: srv and the king together live.

"The thrill is gone away from me, Although I'll still live on...."

fuck.

quiero sentarme donde alguna vez soñe

still, distorted realm...

*

CRUZ DE OLVIDO::despedida con la banda

estas van dedicadas a skryed. echale echale carnal. y no se me aguite ke alcabo para arriba vamos. bueno kien sabe vdd? pero ahi ke darle madrasos, putasos, chingadasos y vergasos ese.

escuchalas tmb pendejo, no te agas wey. kiero ke me cantes estas rolas el dia de la despedida. igualmente te regresare el favor.

cruz de olvido - chente

despedida con la banda - tonio aguilar

ya se fueron las nieves de invierno y llegaron las flores de mayo....y de junio

LINDA CARITA

tu me enamoraste,que me has hecho beber

y ke sigan las rondas y los suspiros a todo lo ke da. salud a todos los ke se sientan dos tres.

RAY

Six years ago today Ray Charles Robinson passed. I remember watching his pepsi commercials as a little kid. I also enjoyed his songs in movies or shows very much because they were so catchy. remember in the sandlot when benny hit the guts out of the ball? well i remember ray charles singing america the beautiful. superb.

A pioneer in the genre of soul he made his own style by fusing rhythm and blues, gospel, and THE BLUES, which was what drew me in. his incredible story was one of legends.

here's to his greatness. it is still very much appreciated. salud.

This song here * drown in my own tears

LIVE BIRTHDAY REQUEST ALL THE WAY FROM MEXICO CITY!

15. Honey Bee

WHAAAAAAT UP??

It’s 6:30, sitting with Jack on the porch of Chamounix Mansion with a breathtaking forested view all-around. know you would enjoy it.*

Im talking everything green with trees as high as eight story buildings. Can barely see the canopy.

Here listening to a random blues play list and Muddy Waters’ Honey Bee came up. As I sip this Tennessee fermented sour mash, the notes seem to carry the mind to a place with many emotions, it‘s indescribable. wouldn’t want to anyway. With every guitar string pluck , the soul sails on just like the song says.

“Sailing on and on.

I don’t mind you sailing, but please don’t sail so long. All right little honey bee?”

Proud to bring some Waters into Mofo’s Bar & Grill. Enjoy and remember to always drink responsibly.

Oh yeah, been coughing my lungs out for the past four days. See rant "a change is gonna come......oh yes it will," for more info.

por el suelo ahi un agujero

morenita yo te estoooy........

por el suelo lagrimas y pena

Omaha Beach landing

La Leyenda Continua

still undefeated...from culiacan sinaloa mexico... damas y caballeros.... julio cesaaar chaaaavez juuuuuuuunioor!

having followed his career so far as a young pugilist, it was a goose-bump delight to watch this cat punch his way to his first championship by defeating zbik for the WBC middleweight title yesterday. body shot after body shot payed dividends through eight rounds although zbik did last till the last round. helluva round i might add. the announcers kept saying it was like watching his father fight back in the day.

side note: julio cesar chavez senior AKA El Gran Campeon Mexicano, will be inducted into the boxing hall of fame this week. esta rola va dedicada al el. julio cesar chavez - ramon ayala

14. Gravity

I thought I’d throw this tune into the playlist for those in need of a more mainstream intro to the blues. This was one of the first blues songs that started my gravitation towards the genre.

Although initially I fell in love with the studio version, I prefer this live one because it’s slower and of course because of the fervent solo, which hits the spot.

I wasn’t a big fan of Mayer when he first hit the scene, but since his emergence as a blues player with his new band "Trio", Ive enjoyed his stuff.

Bottoms up.

13. Black Magic Woman

Whaaaat up…yo? ? ?

This week’s blues jam is none other than Fleetwood Mac’s original Black Magic Woman. Oh yes. For those that don’t know, this ISNT Carlos Santan’s song although his cover did put it on the map. ABRAXAS BABY. all day.

I Love the solo in this jam. Makes me want to dance and snap my fingers to it. That’s how soothing it feels. if the solo doesn't get you jamming, im sure the tempo accel at the end will.

I too once had a black magic woman. I was so blinded I couldn’t see. I turned my back on her and since then she’s put a spell on me. Turned my heart into stone.

Shaq Fu

Whaaaat up?

BREAKING BACKBOARDS & SMASHING ON FOOLS!

First and foremost, one of my top three favorite basketball players of ALL time announced his retirement today so a double post is in hand on this WHAT UP WEDNESDAY.

i was bummed out when i heard it on the news today. Still, his game will never be forgotten, matched or replicated. I give props to those who transcend and Shaq did that. Pity on those with short memories because the Diesel used to bring it like nothing ever witnessed on the hardwood. the most dominant force probably ever. people might say what about MJ? Jordan dominated as well, but you could at least throw triple teams or run schemes to slow him down. For Shaq on the other hand it didnt matter how many dudes you put on him. go watch his highlights and youll see this behemoth of a man take scrubs for rides when he'd go to the basket. there was just no answer for him. You might as well of gotten out of his way when he got the ball down low because he would either knock you on you ass with an elbow or spin around you for a devastating flush. Cheers to the real Superman.

BTW I strongly recommend the movie Blue Chips. Hell of a movie.

"We're not worried about the Sacramento queens. Write it down, take a picture, send it to 'em. I don't care," he said of the Sacramento Kings back in 2001 to reporters asking him about the dangers the Kings posed to the Lakers repeat.

how impressive is this first career triple double stat line: 24 points 28 boards and 15 swats. SHIEET.

a change is gonna come......oh yes it will.

ive never felt this feeling before in life and i doubt neither have you.

we've all been sick scores of times throughout our life. try to remember what the routine is? talk to your mother, father, siblings or friends about it? i know you don't call them or make it a point to tell them your sick, but they just know because theyre around you.

here's where shit hit the wall for me:

a month ago my defenses were low because of some lingering spirits in my body.

althought i felt disgusted and fatigued i had to suck it up.

believe me, the little things that you take for granted when you are sick like a sip of water or a semi comfortable seat to help ease your body are the things i will forever look forward to the next time im ill.

for five days it went on and no one knew how unwell i was.

finally, i got through it but the thing that really got to me was that during my hell on earth i was completely alone. no one found out i was sick. i hid from people.i sneezed, coughed and groaned away from everyone(funny, isnt that what people are suppose to do?). i pretended nothing was wrong.

its a peculiar feeling to know you are alone with NO ONE to care for you.

to make a long rant short, i cant explain the feeling that i felt but i hope some day you will go through it so you can feel what it is to live. i think that it's only when you feel debilitating pain or true happiness that you know your human. relish both. perhaps its my negative ego talking right now but next time your sick i dare you to keep it a secret. humor me........or yourself. matter of fact, ill be here for you.

btw motherfuckers, this is my main man sam cooke singing bring it on home to me. i put the live and legendary version as well as the studio version. grown folk music yall, enjoy.