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Rubén Obed Martínez (luckily not related to this blogger) likes Donald Trump so much, that he will not only vote for him, but he has written an extremely catchy song that will surely make you get up and dance.
Bloggers’s Note: I hate salsa as much as I despise Trump, but must admit this thing is infinitely better than the crappy anti-trump-Estefan-music-Mexican-thing.
Watch. Get up. Move el bote. Repeat.
If you thought Mexican musicians were only good to cover the likes of Michael Jackson and such, think again.
This awesome pair has come up with a brand new rendition of El Titani, which apparently is “Mexican” for The Titanic and is rightly dedicated to some girl called Jazmín.
Be ready to [slightly] cover your ears and enjoy.
Oh, and just in case you don’t remember how the “original” went, here you go. And please don’t even dare arguing with me about which one is best.
Thank God for Mexico’s Los Tres Tristes Tigres, who will always make the unbearable not only bearable but just awesome!
I’m sorry for the English-only crowd, the lyrics of this 50 Shades of Grey (aka Vieja Lujuriosa) are simply delicious.
Enjoy!
I never thought I would get to file a blog post under both, the Business Journalism and the Mariachi music tags but here it goes:
I have no idea why, but the editors of the presumably prestigious Harvard Business Review decided to use a photo of a (also presumably) mariachi trio to illustrate a tweet about a very important story on… ahem, ahem… conference calls. Yes, conference calls.
Of course I know there might be a great, philosophical — and, why not, intelligent — reason behind all this and I’m just too tired and crazy from all this cold medication, but seriously WTF?
Here’s the original tweet, which at press time had been retweeted and favorited a few dozen times. Oh, and just in case, I’ve taken a screenshot in case it disappears mysteriously into the night:
Sombrero tip: Begoña Lozano
Oh, and yes, he packed Madison Square Garden last night (April 6, 2014)
This is a tricky post. Nothing “Hispanic” about it except that this blogger was a true fan. I can only say I’m honored to have lived in the same century (and city) as he did. I once even shook his hand after a sold-out concert in Buenos Aires many moons ago.
[Oh, and thanks to whoever subtitled this, albeit badly, into Spanish, giving this blogger a perfect excuse to upload and give him a proper send-off.]
I was truly ‘colgada’ and not ready to see him taking a walk on the other side.
Please don’t pretend you don’t know Daft Punk’s Lucky is a song about Uruapan and Mexican Lucky stuff.
This is clear from the French duo’s very Mexican lyrics.
Like the legend of the Phoenix,
All ends with beginnings.
What keeps the planets spinning,
The force from the beginning.
We’ve come too far
To give up who we are,
So let’s raise the bar
And our cups to the stars.
She’s up all night to the sun,
I’m up all night to get some.
She’s up all night for good fun,
I’m up all night to get lucky.
We’re up all night to the sun,
We’re up all night to get some.
We’re up all night for good fun,
Uruapan Mexican Lucky
Uruapan Mexican Lucky.
Here’s the full Spanish-language version, via @gabardina:
The t-shirt is -of course- the work of the always brilliant Máscara de Látex.
Photo and h/t: Richo González
Hispanic Heritage Month is in full swing, and with it comes the flurry of pandering Hispanic marketing opportunities to reach my people. From culturally relevant print publications and invitations to celebrate our heritage by eating pizza and drinking Pepsi to taking part in the Miss Gay Hispanidad Beauty Pageant, everyone’s in a fiesta mood. ¡Ajúa!
The latest to join the festive fray is Juan Luis Guerra, the Dominican icon who gave us Bachata Rosa, La Bilirrubina, Si tú te vas and other glorious merengue classics. Guerra has partnered with McDonald’s NYC Metro to take Latinos on a journey of spicy flavor that “will culminate with a surprise concert to be announced at a later date in New York City.”
I don’t know you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on an authentic Hispanic McDonald’s meal and dance to the tune of: ♫ Ojalá que llueva McCafé en el campo…. lah, lah, lah…♪
Who said everything in Juárez is about drugs & violence?
Arriba, Juarez… ¡Chihuahua!
Hat tip: LeChancle
I always thought El Chicharito would be big in England, but I never imagined he would be THIS big…
God know what language this is, but it’s called Americano; it sounds cool and hey! she’s against Arizona’s SB1070 so that’s all that matters.
Watch her singing it for the first time.
Say what you will about the Gaga Lady. She knows her politics.
During a recent news conference in Mexico City, where she is promoting her new album, the singer made sure to speak her mind about her country’s immigration laws, particularly Arizona’s SB1070.
“I don’t stand by many of those unjust immigration laws in my country,” Lady Gaga told the Mexican media at a fancy Mexico City hotel.
Alas, I’m not sure my people actually paid attention. The 29-year-old was saying all this clad in a see-through blue dress that barely covered her nipples and seated on top of a shiny hot rod motorcycle, which I’m sure made more than one person’s mind wonder about all sorts of things… and not necessarily immigration-related.
When it comes to world music fusions, there are only a very few things that get my attention. Metalachi is one of them. Simply put: Metalachi is a heavy metal mariachi band hailing from -where else?- Los Angeles. The band, which according to their Web site originated in a Super Ocho motor lodge in Veracruz, Mexico, features covers of Judas Priest, Metallica and Iron Maiden, with a touch of trompeta, violín and guitarrón.
Here is Ozzy Osbourne’s Crazy Train… well, sort of:
NOTE: This blogger is quite busy this week, but will be posting a translation real soon, I mean, for the monolingual crowd.
[ UPDATED: Wilfrido Vargas this week came forward to deny reports of a potential lawsuit against Shakira.]
The Waka Waka Gate -which I am proud to have partly initiated– is about to become more interesting.
Turns out Dominican composer Wilfrido Vargas is, like, pissed. Now, he claims Shakira plagiarized his song, El negro no puede.
Truth be told, neither Wilfrido nor Shakira can claim ownership of the now infamous Waka Waka. As you have been reading in this blog -and everywhere else for that matter- the song precedes both Vargas and Shakira. It is, in fact a popular African song based on an African military melody, Zangalewa, popular throughout the continent.
So, if anyone is about to get rich (or richer) with the Waka Waka, let’s dig a bit deeper and see who owes what to whom. And if anything comes out of this whole mess, this blogger wants her share. LOL.
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