“one time, one night” Los Lobos
My neighbor loves me. She does. Cuz she got us tickets to Los Lobos and Los Lonely Boys about three months ago or something (they played at the amphitheater at the zoo) and I have been counting it down on my fingers and toes ever since I heard we were going. I’ve seen them I don’t even know how many times, 7, 8, 10 — a lot. They’ve been loyal about coming to Portland since they first started touring. They used to sleep on my friend Fred’s floor when they first started playing here cuz they were broke. And they liked Fred. Because, who wouldn’t? (Who else crashed with him? X. Fishbone. Everyone.) He’s a great guy, plus he looks a lot like Joey Ramone. Even though he has always been too hip for the room, he still let me hang out with him, which I appreciated. Also, Los Lobos weren’t the only ones who were broke. Fred is the one who got me on the guest lists and got me listening to Los Lobos.
I love all of their songs. I can only say that of Tom Petty and of Los Lobos: I love every single song they play. But the song I linked to is the one that undoes me every time. It’s my absolute favorite. Next to “I Got Loaded,” which we won’t talk about because the wine last night, it was good.
Too good.
Bad wine, bad. I can’t drink anymore, people. My metabolism won’t metabolize for me. It bites.
“A quiet voice is singing something to me
An age old song about the home of the brave
In this land here of the free
One time one night in America”
One thing that bugs me about zoo concerts. Well, besides the parking, the pandemonium, the kids chucking frisbees at my head. Only white people there.
My neighbor went to hear the Neville Brothers there and they called out, “Where are all the brothers?”
Yeah, I’m asking the same question.
Great show. Los Lonely Boys is fun, too, but you know. They’re not Los Lobos. Sweeties, I’m sorry. Although midway through the wine, it occurred to me that we could be their grandmothers.
“If they were newborns!” my neighbor scoffed. “We could be their mothers, though.”
Ouch.
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This sounds like a wonderful concert! We’ve been hanging out all weekend and now I’m procrastinating a writing project I should have started last week…
July 20th, 2008 | #
I don’t think I have ever been as envious of you as I am RIGHT NOW. My neighbor is on parole and I don’t think they like me. So you had me at “my neighbor loves me”, since the 3-flat tire incident. But then I saw it was Los Lobos and Los Lonely Boys. I wuv, wuv, wuv me some Los Lonely Boys. Only maybe not so much wuv anymore since you pointed at the age thing. Makes me sound like a sicko.
July 20th, 2008 | #
I love them. They summarize everything that is growing up Chicano. They have become the soundtrack to my upbringing. Plus my Dad looks like the dude with the goatee and sunglasses. Once at a Los Lobos concert in Santa Barbara my Dad was mistaken for him and told to get his butt backstage! Haha
July 24th, 2008 | #