I'LL POOP the party later
but first note: Los Lobos are the worst
dressed and physically most unappealing
group I've ever seen the lead singer lets
his check shirt flap over his amply
waisted trousers one wonders the extent
of the excess baggage tariff airlines
must surely impose on his stomach.
music ranges from the electric blues
riffing of 'Don't Worry Baby'
which enlivens the senses on first
hearing but slides into plainness after
several to the softer but no less
lively acoustic material which occupied
the bulk of the second half of the set.
sounds are undeniably enjoyable, their
very evolution dances and parties decrees
that it be so. Yet, oddly, I felt like,
Lobos play the music of blue skies and
wide open spaces. Obviously the Mean
Fiddler can provide neither and, while it
may seem an extreme case of contextual
snobbery, I failed to succumb to Los
Lobos' bountiful charms while choking on
cigarette smoke being surrounded by a
posse of pseudo cowboys who who yelled
"ARRIBA!" every few minutes.
struck (and hurt) me then that the Los
Lobos phenomenon game of
sorts. As they escalate into the record
industry, the music and emotions that run
in their blood are being presented to
those sections of the comparatively
mainstream rock audience ready willing to
gorge themselves stupid on anything
thought better of tugging Cesar Rosas'
beard. I'm sure its genuine as he
and his band are. What really troubles me
are the number of punters who sprinkled
chilli powder on their muesli the