Tuesday, January 27, 2009
666. The number of...Davila?
Click aqui for a lock of my hair.
Puerto Rico. Land of the Coqui, which for those who are not in the know, is a little frog with a tail that disappears as it grows older. It is also the land that half of me is from. My father was Italian and my dear old mum, the prostitute and alcoholic, was the Puerto Rican.
It's a common stereotype that Puerto Ricans all carry knives. I don't know who came up with that, but I find it weird that I've carried a knife with me since I was a little chimack. If you're still with me, chimack is an invented word for little guy.
Anyway, these guys sing in Spanish so if you aren't bilingual (I'm not) you might not know what the fuck they're singing about, but the best part about that is that it wouldn't matter if you were from Planet Pisspod...the Rock and Roll is there in a big way. So much so that the vibe this bunch gives off can make a few nameable American garage bands want to quit. Most notably, the Von Bondies. Which by the way, have you heard their new record? Ugh..."Love, hate, and then there's crap?" It might be the worst thing I've heard this year.
On a side note, I've heard Davila 666 referred to as a Spanish Black Lips. Go where you want with that little tidbit.