Originally posted by DavidE
Counterattack!
Back home I have a 600 watt amplifier, A Kilpsch 12" subwoofer, and a pair of Altec Lansing Voice of The Theater midrange horns. I can shove them all
by the sliding glass door. At 0900, comes Bob Dylan's Mr. Tambourine Man. followed by Nervous Norvous Ape Call, then a 17 minute audio clip from Miami
Vice, Jan Hammer's piece, chanted by Don Johnson, replete with Ricardo Tubb's screaming "Look out Sonny they're behind you!" and machine gun fire.
Yeah, I did it after enduring a whole night of Corridos and endless "Fine Fine Fine Very Good Very Good Very Gooooooood". Oscar, my tone deaf neighbor
wobbled up at ten AM bleeding to death from his eye sockets. He started to curse but I thrust a bottle of Venado tequila at him and urged "¡Andele!"
He took a slug. Fool. I had laced the almost tequila with lots and lots of aguardiente. If he had been successful lighting his Marlboro, the bottle
would have most certainly caught fire.
His muttered curses changed to "amigos (hiccup)" And eleven something his equally near-death brother in law came to fetch him. They both stumbled down
the driveway at noon, vapors surrounding them.
Luis the dueño of the village tienda told me a few days later "Oscar and Jaime say you, the gringo have very strange taste in music but you are one
good amable host"
Go figure. |