Thursday, October 23, 2014

Dia De Muertos





5000 Flowers in the city of flowers. From the church roof they look like a skull, but I can't get to the roof.

I don't know much but I just ate the best thing called a Taco Arabe. The accent is on the first A. AH-ra-be. If you say, "Por favor, uno taco ah-RAH-be," they will have no idea what you said. Goddamn it was good. I thought Pastorcitos was good but La Oriental's pork tacos with cheese are like getting a sloppy blowjob from Porky Pig. I wanted to eat my fingers off. La Oriental is a chain found in Mexico and even Los Angeles and they know what they are doing. It's different than pastor but it's also different than other tacos Arabe that I've eaten. And quality too!

Art shot of Italian Coffee Company and the last 1974 Vespa Ciao in Mexico
This week I'm exploring Dia De Muertos topics. It's not the equivalent of Halloween. No, it's more like Thanksgiving crossed with Memorial Day. As long as it involves tacos Arabe I don't care if I need double bypass surgery.


Portlandia

Streaming shows involves a cool video game called "find the correct X", which could be a Portlandia skit. Portlandia might be too trendy for some but this humor is my style.

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Good Luck America

I was talking to a friend about banking and stocks and how the entire economy is as fallacious as a ghost story told by a drunk hooker. I'd read that each dollar you have in savings is loaned out 7 times by the bank. You deposit $100 and the bank loans $700. So where did the other $600 come from? Magic. It came from the $600 in debt the bank is owed from lending out the $700. Wha??
                                                                                                               Scratching Head




Here's a video that will have you scratching your head too. The lesson is this: you get what you deserve.

When The Harvest Moon is Shining


When The Harvest Moon is Shining
1920 MCMXX
Music by Harry Von Tilzer
Lyrics Andrew B. Sterling
Key: Bb
Time: 3/4


Now we are getting into the deep tracks of American Pop. Harry Von Tilzer is sometimes referred to as the father of American pop music but that's only by people who have never heard of Stephen Foster. Tilzer does get credit for not selling all the rights to his songs for beer money, so he could be considered the first professional song-smith who figured out how to make a living and not get screwed over. Foster actually worked out the math for any future royalties he would receive for songs like Camptown Races and Oh Susanna while living and sold the rights to them for one lump sum that amounted to a few hundred dollars. Maybe he knew he'd be dead by 37 so money destined for his benefactors did him no good. Foster had the misfortune of writing popular songs prior to and during the American Civil War when plagiarism and copyright infringement was rampant and Foster's business sense was outmatched by a general and total disregard for intellectual property rights. Imagine going into a store, buying some sheet music, then paying a printer to print you off hundreds of copies and selling them all for a profit you didn't share with anyone. And for good measure you put your own name as the composer. "Gentle Annie: Words and Music by Oggy Bleacher." That's what the publishing world was like in 1850.
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