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AUTOMOBILES, EROTICA And RAP, Pt.I

Wow. Huge lapse in the blogging. Sorry about that, my (very) few keeping count.

Shout to Google for keeping me somewhat relevant, and for the kind soul who shared a post on Bocafloja with their Myspace posse.  Let’s keep this rap en Español convo going.  I really believe that the next frontier of hip-hop is going to be popular rap in a language other than English (or French). As our Latino population grows (while not at the same time as our ability to speak Spanish) I think people will come to appreciate the different mix of ideas and the stretching and pulling of rap music in the form of other tongues.  Maybe I sound crazy, but if you told a B-Boy rapping in a cipher circa 1985 New York that one day, not only would the South run rap, but also Chicago and even England a little bit, they would laugh you out of the Bronx. Now hasn’t that come to pass?

With that said, I want to keep everyone interested in my explorations of hip-hop culture out here in Mexico, which I hope explains the title of this here post. I attended an automobile expo this past weekend (July 3rd-5th, 2009) in Santa Fe, known as the business-y part of Mexico City. Utterly amazing architecture in this part of town. I learned two things at the expo that had nothing to do with the ‘car girls’ running around, 1.) Hip-hop isn’t going away here. And, 2.) Although it’s not the money-making operation it once was and sometimes can be here in the U.S., there’s still a culture with deep roots and dedicated practitioners.

Now, the car show existed long before rap. And somewhere along the line, hip-hop culture became infused with car culture and now the two are one.  Of course cars and sex have always gone together, so somewhere hip-hop gets tossed into the mix.

In this installment of Automobile Erotica and Rap, I’ll just give you a little sample of what went down at the 3rd Tuning expo in Mexico City this weekend.

Rapper Zw (pronounced Swoo) from the Iztapalapa/Neza crew Manicomio Clan was there to show his freestyle skills.

Reggaetoneros/rappers 330 Studio showcased their blend of styles after a wet bikini contest. What’s car show without the wet bikinis?

More later in the week….

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CAN’T IGNORE ‘EM, YAHHHH!

There’s something about a millionaire doing these low-budget viral commercials.

A few weeks ago, while sitting in a hotel room, candle waxing with my girlfriend. I happened to see a late night talk show, probably Jay Leno, maybe it was Letterman, that featured a performance by Soulja Boy and Sammy.  They did a non-stirring rendition of whatever his ring-tone, top 10 tune is right now. Maybe I’m being negligent in paying this dude little mind, but he does seem to have the attention of critics and tweeny-bopper fans world wide.  I figured I’d chip in a few minutes and a post on the phenom that is Soulja Boy.

I remember how kids in the hood were doing the Superman dance like it was really the business back in ’07, 106 and Park really wouldn’t leave that video alone for months that summer.

Little did I know that Keisha’s little brother, showing me this ridiculous dance was actually first-hand education in a piece of pop culture history.  See the critical breakdown of Soulja Boy Tell’em by LA Times/LA Weekly critic Jeff Weiss and former rap mag editor, New York Times critic Jon Caramanica — in the paper he co-wrote for the Experience Music Project.  You see in those works that the kid is more than just a passing teen and pop fixation. Still, at this point, and with said critical looks, I’m waiting for son to get his own SWPL listing.

THAT’S SOME BULL

DEADLY POETRY: This ran in the El Pais newspaper yesterday. On May 27th, Bullfighter Israel Lancho, 30, took a brutal loss to a bull he was about to kill.
DEADLY POETRY: This ran in the El Pais newspaper yesterday. On May 27th, Bullfighter Israel Lancho, 30, took a brutal loss to a bull he was about to kill.

Although you can see the full-color version of the photo above (or even video), I scanned the newspaper this appeared in, Spain’s El Pais, because of how majestic this looks in black & white.

Bullfighting is already filled with a lot of fluffy pomp, and this photo captured that, as well as Israel Lancho’s horror at having several inches of bullhorn up in his chest. Extensive lung damage was feared when Lancho was being carried out of the ring, but he’s said to be recovering in the ICU. Occupational hazard that’s an unfortunate possibility for every  bullfighter, or torero.

Poetic justice? Maybe, if you’re on the bull’s side. But according to reports, he got put down anyway.

You can see more bullfight pics, here.

Perhaps a trip to Mexico City’s Plaza de Toros is in store.

ESCAPE FROM FLU CITY: Gangster’s Paradise


TAKING A BREATHER: Deseo is a boutique hotel in Playa del Carmen. It’s unusually quiet in these post-swine flu days.

I’m not a gangster. I like to see how they might live, though. After a week and some change of swine flu ravaging my psyche and my ability to sit down and drink a cup of coffee and surf the nets while in Mexico City, I’ve decided to hitch a ride with the Chilangabacha to the pristine shores of the Riviera Maya on Mexico’s Yucatán Peninsula.

It’s quiet here. Flu-scare quiet. Not everyone had the idea to take a swine flu vacation. We flew out of Toluca, just to avoid any madness at Mexico City’s main airport. Before we even got to the metal detectors we had to fill out a short medical evaluation. A form with those “Yes” and “No” medical questions.

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SWINE FLU JUMPS THE SHARK

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Chilangos will be happy when they can go back to their favorite cafe and plug in their laptops or sit around babbling about Freud and smoking a pipe on a Roma streetside. Everyone would agree, swine flu and any of its derivative paranoia has jumped the shark.

  • There’s nothing like waking up to the nightmare that you can’t even kick back in you favorite cafe. Losses are mounting, but for some reason, things won’t be back to business as usual until May 6, or later.
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  • I’m not sure if cubrebocas will ever be officially trendy. But surgical masks as fashion seemed to be the most boring story of the outbreak.
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  • Cinco de Mayo celebrations (what’s it all about, really?) should be in full swing in most parts of North America. Some folks might be celebrating during the plane ride from China.
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    STILL PUBLIC ENEMY #1


    There’s at least one person close to me who I hope takes this commercial very seriously. Just because you don’t feel sick, doesn’t mean you’re not infecting others around you. Contain your germs, please.

    This entire week-long catastrophe known as the swine flu epidemic brought to my mind proto-political rap group Public Enemy on several occasions. I really don’t know why. Just check some of my previous blog post titles you can see.
    Other than the bit of reporting I did for publication, I’ve been indoors mostly. That hasn’t necessarily been my choice either. The fun parts of town have been relatively quiet by order of the local government.
    Although there are any number of private soirees tonight, Mexico City is officially on lockdown this weekend. Most major events were cancelled once again, and as I was told by a friend, a talking head on a PBS news show was thanking the people of Mexico for enduring shut-down mode for the sake of all humanity, which again, brought to mind this P.E. gem:

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    SWINE FLU VS. FORMER BOXER

    A FAMILY AFFECTED BY SWINE FLU

    I ventured down to the southern-most areas of Mexico City for an assignment for an NYC publication.

    After seeing a guy and his dad talk to Milenio in front of Mexico City’s federal respiratory hospital, I decided it might be a good idea to see if they were swine flu victims. One of them was and just getting out of the hospital, the other gentlman was his dad. They were telling the TV newsman that they had just gotten stuck with a big medical bill.

    Somehow, my PNC (Photog In Crime) Deanna Dent, a rising young photojournalist and multimedia reporter convinced the guy, his dad, and the guy’s wife to allow us to drive with them 30 minutes to their house to witness the son’s homecoming. What followed was sad and really all crunchy, corny and sweet. Its was a reminder that this virus, as grave as it may seem, isn’t a total killer.

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    WILL A RESPIRATOR SAVE MY BACON?: Level 5 Swine

    THE RIGHT GEAR: Mexico City  bus rider holds up the latest issue of the Mexican news magazine Proceso, featuring a story on swine influenza.

    The CDC upped the global pandemic level yesterday. I’m sure people in Chicago are quaking in their boots right now. Can only imagine how this becomes some kind of ammo in the immigration debate.

    With the news came a paid assignment. Your boy gets to do some reeeeal journalism on this health fiasco.
    Which is great, but had me thinking, like Roy Scheider’s boat in Jaws:

    JERSEY!! (R.I.P)

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    SWINE ON MY MIND 5: Subway Roulette

    I took a ride on the Mexico City subway. Got on in Doctores . Beat by R. Diggs.

    Sad news on the swine front. It’s still spreading. To New Jersey! That’s my homestate, man.
    See, now it’s personal. I only hope this virus gets wiped out and doesn’t mutate again.

    On the financial front, Big Pharma GlaxoSmithKline: UP, and the mega-non-kosher Smithfield Foods:DOWN.
    According to this Netflix is where to put your money.

    Concerns are still heavy since the CDC upgraded the flu meter to a Level 4 calamity.

    And its continuing to have financial repercussions as experts are saying “swine flu will…deepen the global recession.”

    On a fairly warm Mexico afternoon, yesterday, I ventured out to see if things had changed. Taking the subway was something I had been avoiding since the news broke a few days ago.
    One of the biggest adjustments for the people of Mexico City has to be not going to church. Last night in the Colonia Guerrero, I stopped by the Templo San Hipolito. There was a quickie mass and a little water splash after the priest read a prayer of the Virgin of Guadalupe for the flu epidemic. He also announced that the church wouldn’t hold the special 28th day services for the San Judas Tadeo . i know a lot of kids are bummed about that.

    There is a very mild (as far as I can tell) hysteria coursing through city life here. Although people tend to go about their every day, you can’t help but notice the fewer numbers driving and commuting and eating out. The only time the bit of hysteria comes up is If you hear a nearby sneeze or a cough. Most people look at the culprit in disgust or anger, especially if the sneezer or cougher didn’t cover their mouths in one of the two government approved ways: sneeze into your armpit, or into your a disposable paper towel. You could always wear your mask, but I think a lot of people are still on the fence with that one. Maybe the non-mask wearers are just waiting to cop a technologically advanced face-mask like the one created in Japan: the BioMask
    biomaska03_4 Here’s to staying flu free in the D.F. (and by now, the rest of the world, too).
    Something tells me Spanish grind metal band Pesta Porcina knew this was coming. If this is your cup, download their 2007 demo, here.

    Pesta PorcinaMantanca del Porc

    Check out:

  • TJ’s Ceci Bastida on the track “Controlar” [Thanks, Josh]
  • The MymyMexico blog
  • Also, it wouldn’t be epidemic season without a few more musical reminders (followed by Mexico City street and subway shots): After the jump

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