Tecate 4 Tu
It was a carefree evening driving down the 5 freeway, as we headed for East LA with the windows down and the breeze totally screwing up our hair. Yet, there was an air of "bring it on baby" whipping through the car, that is until Frederico lost his way, totally bypassing East LA and ignoring my imploringly "nice" gestures of "I know this area and I think we've gone too far". "I go to Burbank often and we're not too far from there." But, I didn't care, because I had just been to the Boot Barn earlier and snagged a couple of cute shirts on sale, and Carlotta was having problems getting her lip liner on straight, so she was set on her lips, and not the map. Ricardo was along for the ride and the cool cd's playing in the car, until he too realized we were lost and then he got all pissy. When we suddenly approached the hillside of Echo Park, I said to Frederico, "Dammit you stupid bus driver, get the hell off this freeway here, and then turn onto San Fernando Rd. and follow it back, so that WE WILL get to East LA alive, even if we are to die there! (long run on sentence).
Of all the bands I've seen over the years, I always seem to come back home again. That's what I did last night at the Doll Hut in Anaheim. I've been going to see James Intveld for well over a decade, and I've recently found myself thinking about all the years and all the bands, because I've sort of taken a step back to reflect. I suppose I'm the type of person who is loyal...who doesn't forget roots, and the people I started out with, but then again, when those people have true talent, it's extremely easy. I wouldn't care if James Intveld was famous or infamous... he delivers the kind of music I like, and I have admiration for his songwriting and tenacity in this business. It's that simple, and I like simple things. Therefore, he will always be number one in my book. I can tell you why, and then I can't tell you why, because life is a mystery. But, I sure am glad I know when I am home!
