MAS MOZ

first off, one has to approach this blog entry with the knowledge that in this corner of the blogverse The Smiths’ “How Soon Is Now?” is *THE* flyest song ever. i mean, c’mon now y’all, it has a karaokable (if thats even a word) guitar riff!

now that we have that knocked out the box, i can tell you for a fact that in 1986 it was not all hip-hop all the time in the boogie down. far from it. freestyle was huge at the time for anybody that really wanted to get their groove on and also for lovers of those who liked to get their groove on. places like Emerald City, The Fun House and (my very first club haunt) The Devil’s Nest were pumpin out the neo-disco grooves that was freestyle. a lil bit of the miami sound (huge horn sections & clave), a lil bit of phil spector (quite the number of trio girl bands), a ton of chicago house & jungle and enough early electronica to make “Running” by Information Society a dancefloor classic(!). ah yeah, freestyle was da bomb for a hot minute in the late 80s/early 90s.

the music was so damn encompassing that it made room for some other unlikely songs in its rotation including the B52’s “Rock Lobster” & “Private Idaho”, the Bangle’s “Walk Like An Egyptian” and Billy Idol’s “Rebel Yell” (which all the bronx boys used to call “in the midnight hour” those in the know can forgive the faux-pas). this eclectic branch of freestyle was enough to also bring the goth kids out to the club. yep, there was goth in the bronx back in the day. not some imported manhattan variety but down home latinos that i guess werent happy with the trendy hip-hop nation.

while MTV and the trailer park wiggers were still in the dark, hip-hop was already a decade in the making in the bX. kinda old news to some.

ima take a few liberties here cuz i was not the kind of teenager that took a lot of chances. i was jus emergin from mah geek shell when i was hangin hard at the nest so i wasnt lookin to rock the boat on mah new found (semi)coolness.

but i was diggin the New Wave. Depeche, U2 and (ah yeah) The Smiths. this was the time that i first discovered all these bands and i was thinking that much like these goth kids that i couldnt quite figure out, that i was jus plain weird.

but lo and behold. it seems like this bronx boy’s love of morrissey is not as stange as it may sound. check this out…
Morrissey’s “Latino connection” has been a source of amusement and confusion to journalists who cannot quite see how this skinny, effete Englander with his oblique references to dank Manchester cemeteries could appeal to the traditionally macho, sun-kissed Latino culture. Nevertheless Morrissey dedicated his 1999 ¡Oye Esteban! tour to these fans, once famously told an audience in Orange County “I wish I was born Mexican,” and the singer’s new hometown is affectionately referred to as “Moz Angeles” by the local Latino contingent. Of the handful I spoke to at the Totally 80s Convention, all had seen Morrissey perform live at least twice, all had visited the annual The Smiths convention held each year in Los Angeles, and two had even met Moz in person. “Everyone we know has been touched by at least one Morrissey song,” said Hernandez. “He’s been in our lives for many years.” more here

and from another article:
Snowsell theorizes that Morrissey’s appeal to Latinos lies in the fact that he represents for them the same hope that he offers to all: an opportunity to transcend your lot in life. “Morrissey was, in short, providing to lower- and middle-class Mexican-Americans the same dual utopian message that he had once provided a decade earlier to predominately Anglo fans in the United Kingdom,” he writes. And what did he offer Anglos? “Escape from the injustices of a social order that confines them to the margin, but escape also from the limited identity options entrenched in peripheral, working- and middle-class culture.” more here

or you could jus love a baggin guitar riff or a dude that titles an album “Viva Hate” ;-)

hot off the presses

Acentos is one of the best audiences, one of the best venues, I’ve ever seen. The organizers do a great job, not only in terms of spreading the word, but also in terms of creating anticipation. I feel like I’m part of a community, part of a movement. Aquí estamos y no nos vamos. • Martín Espada

Somebody Blew Up Bar13

Same message, different styles. Last week, Acentos circled around Martín Espada in the tradition of el griot, the sage, el curandero, the shaman, the keeper of stories; tales that are not just myths and retellings but the actual embodiment of who we are as a people. I’ve often talked about familia Acentos or the tribe and you would know what I am talking about when you see us roll deep. We come through as a force but not in any kind of lemming Xerox style but as a straight up maelstrom of poetics and passion. And it was only proper that these rebel child(s) can look up to an elder and be chill for a sec. Hear how it was done, how it still must be done and will continue to go down. “always weaving…”

Last night was a different style vibe. It was a straight up political rally. Mondays brings a different crowd, a bit more on the touristy side. “Outer borough? You must be mad if you think I’m going to a cultural event in one of the outer boroughs.”* And we have more space in 13 to pack people in and we did. 150+. Which annoys me a bit cuz I’m a snob like that. “Where were you fuckers for upperCASE? For louderEDGE? Huh?”
And so it goes.

Amiri Baraka delivered a stream of (political) conscious poetic operetta that was akin to being hit by both the wave and being pulled by the undertow at the same time. Amiri comes straight from the soul, a very cliché term that is damn appropriate for this situation. I have heard a few select poets (ironically enough Miguel Algarín & Bob Hollman stand out in this group) that deliver poetry that is so finely honed to almost appear to come directly from the subconscious to the outside world. Even their bodies react instinctually to the poem and one begins to formulate theories and forms to something that at its base is more primal than intellectual.

Baraka’s poems were not only a barrage of political points coming from a variety of directions but they also felt like they had one distinct target. Not to say that the man didn’t go out there. He dropped some lines and went on some tangents that had me thinking he forgot he was on a mic for a second but then, right on the precipice, he would bring it back. He also dropped some very politically left statements. It felt like he was fucking with us and making sure that we were actually listening versus just being there.

Between the two styles, I would still lean more to Espada. I am a story teller at heart and it takes a lot for me to get worked up over one particular thing. For me its always about the constant fire over the burning flame but there is always room to add some styles to one’s repertoire and i sure as hell picked up something last night.