Anyone who grew up in a Spanish-speaking household will be very familiar with Sábado Gigante, and its ringleader, Don Francisco. It was the be-all and end-all of Latin American variety shows, and it spawned countless cheesy imitators.
The king has given up his throne. 53 years of fun and silliness will always be appreciated.
The Hollywood Reporter has more on the end of an era here.
Music and subculture as escapism. My friends Ted and Orlando posted this same link a few days ago, and I wanted to share it, but not before digesting it a bit.
I actually went to Tijuana about six months ago for dental work (which was stellar, by the way). The place, though a bit grubby, was bustling with life. Hipsters were walking around, not unlike Los Angeles. You didn’t see the narco scum walking the streets as though they owned it, though surely the seedy element came out at night, long after I had finished what I needed to finish.
It’s good to see that places like Tijuana are doing what they can to actually enjoy life, rather than be at the mercy of criminals who are little different from the thugs one finds in almost any inner city (minus the decapitations and mutilations, which make Mexican gangsters sit on par with ISIS or Al Qaeda).
Vice Magazine does a fine job documenting the mod scene in TJ. For all their faults in other areas, like politics, Vice’s travelogues are simply top-notch.
I have to admit that I hate mose of what constitutes what is called ‘thrash metal’. It is boring, repetitive in a lame way, and the vocals tend to sound like the Cookie Monster suffering from a bad bout of diarrhea.
This, however, struck me as being a bit different.
My friend, Mark, who has been trading notes on music with me for over two decades, insisted that I hear this band. Knowing I had nothing to lose, I figured, “Sure, why not?” Transmetal is impressive. A lot of racket, but it seems focused, and very intense. Apparently, they also cover Motörhead, which wins big points from me.
A band to look out for.