corona
there's a song by the minutemen that was covered a couple of years ago by calexico called 'corona'. nice cover. d. boon would be proud, i think.
heard the cover recently and went in search of the original and boy was it a trip down memory lane.
there was a bar in downtown l.a. across from the convention center that was such a dive. there was a crazy, short, overweight, fifty something tutu wearing mexican waitress that seemed to have a love/hate relationship with the random punk shows that happened there. david alex and i would spend a long summer there. come to think of it, i think that she and the other 'waitresses' were taxi dancers (i was a tad young and blissfully naive), that seemed plum out of luck when the punks descended. this tutu wearing waitress liked me well enough. i was one apparently one of the only punk invaders that spoke any spanish and she beamed when i told her she reminded me of my abuela. got me some lotta free beers.
david didn't like coronas, but was jealous of anyone getting free beers of choice.
corona was the only beer of choice there, and i can fuzzily recall drinking a few too many and somehow d. boon ended up wearing the tutu one night while performing and someone played a trumpet with the band and i got my first and only partial lap dance (not from the abuela type, 'nuff said) and i ended up walking home by myself all the way home to west l.a. down pico. david and his van had vanished. so there i am stumbling for 8 miles or so, past closed mortuaries and non-descript manufacturers and bars, linking up with many a random, stumbling, spanish speaking companion every few blocks.
in love with the minutemen and corona and los angeles.
20 some odd years later, it's 1 am, i've been feverish sick these last 2 days and i woke up after 7 hours of fitful sleep craving a tall frosty mexican beer, and thinking of those dive days. can't remember the name of the bar.
the whole block that the bar was on was torn down to extend the convention center that was across the street.
never went back after that night.
david got home ok.
heard the cover recently and went in search of the original and boy was it a trip down memory lane.
there was a bar in downtown l.a. across from the convention center that was such a dive. there was a crazy, short, overweight, fifty something tutu wearing mexican waitress that seemed to have a love/hate relationship with the random punk shows that happened there. david alex and i would spend a long summer there. come to think of it, i think that she and the other 'waitresses' were taxi dancers (i was a tad young and blissfully naive), that seemed plum out of luck when the punks descended. this tutu wearing waitress liked me well enough. i was one apparently one of the only punk invaders that spoke any spanish and she beamed when i told her she reminded me of my abuela. got me some lotta free beers.
david didn't like coronas, but was jealous of anyone getting free beers of choice.
corona was the only beer of choice there, and i can fuzzily recall drinking a few too many and somehow d. boon ended up wearing the tutu one night while performing and someone played a trumpet with the band and i got my first and only partial lap dance (not from the abuela type, 'nuff said) and i ended up walking home by myself all the way home to west l.a. down pico. david and his van had vanished. so there i am stumbling for 8 miles or so, past closed mortuaries and non-descript manufacturers and bars, linking up with many a random, stumbling, spanish speaking companion every few blocks.
in love with the minutemen and corona and los angeles.
20 some odd years later, it's 1 am, i've been feverish sick these last 2 days and i woke up after 7 hours of fitful sleep craving a tall frosty mexican beer, and thinking of those dive days. can't remember the name of the bar.
the whole block that the bar was on was torn down to extend the convention center that was across the street.
never went back after that night.
david got home ok.
posted by mo figuls at 1:05 AM
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