As you can tell I've been away from blogging for a few months. Been busy with a couple of scripts and the Viva Max documentary. I know, I know: what a bad time it's been to go dark and not pontificate on all things Latino and pop. Crazy times we're living in these days.
Arizona has gone racist, not only profiling Latinos but picking on poor Rudy Acuna; the Spurs lost to Los Suns, (que lastima); the New York Times has designated the next "post-Hispanic" US President a few short weeks after the New York Times hates on post-modern Chicano artists; Manny from Modern Family has proved to be the coolest Brown person on TV; Ricky Martin is gay; Elena Kagan isn't; there are still no Mexicans in Dillon, Texas; a dozen or so Tea Partiers gather in DC and the media goes 24/7 while a million Latinos march in the streets and Fox and Friends doesn't care; John McCain now hates Mexicans; the Texas State Board of Education hates Henry Cisneros; Girl in a Coma loves Selena; (so too, apparently, does Texas Monthly, but they still hire white people to write about her); and, most egregious of all, the New York Times thinks the best breakfast tacos come from Austin, Texas.
And people wonder why newspapers are dying.
I leave you with an excerpt from a live a Girl in a Coma live acoustic show I directed a couple of months ago. More details on the full show later, but for now enjoy this teaser, a very badass cover of Joy Division's Transmission. Rock on.