The Hammock Papers: Los Lobos, La Pistola Y El Corazon

11 October 2010

Los Lobos, La Pistola Y El Corazon

I love this album. I listened to it all last summer ... and all last night. I love the cover. I love David Hidalgo's voice and I look forward to enjoying his art for years to come.

As I contemplate my affection for this music, I race back to Saturday mornings, as a kid in Saginaw, in the garage with Dad, "getting things done." He would tune the radio to the local Mexican station. I remember a red wheelbarrow loaded with firewood, cinnamon doughnuts, and tea. Poplar leaves rustling in the gentle breeze ... and music. Always music.

I love this music's soulful rusticity. Although I don't understand every word, I feel the meaning.

I remember Heidi's wedding, the Texas Tornados, and a "missing" ice sculpture, but I won't say any more than that without my lawyer present.

1 comment:

Abigail said...: wow, what a great song & a great musician, thanks for sharing that!; October 13, 2010 at 2:56 PM

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MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL