When this video arrived it was accompanied by this message, and we couldn’t say it better:
I have been waiting for something like Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown all my life.
The CNN season premiere April 30 was a watershed moment for Chicanos and Mexican Americans.
Here’s what I Tweeted the night I saw it:
The show asked people like me what it’s like to be who we are and I never thought anyone would ever care enough to ask. @PartsUnknownCNN
— dolores quintana (@doloresquintana) May 1, 2017
Morrissey/Smiths mariachi tribute band El Mariachi Manchester covers There Is a Light that Never Goes Out. Alexandrossey on vocals.
Los Smiths’ version:
In New Jack City, proactive pranksters have set Hipster Traps to snare unwary hipsters. The NYC traps are baited with Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, American Spirit cigarettes, a bike chain and neon-pink Wayfarer sunglasses.
When trapping chipsters (Chicano hipsters), our experts recommend these Pocho Ocho Best Ways to Bait Your Chipster Trap:
8. Suavecito® Pomade and Beard Wax
7. Venti horchata latte, half skim, half leche de cabra, with agave sweetener
6. $60 huaraches from Urban Outfitters
POCHO’s free ticket giveaway for the Mexrrissey all-age concert at the Regent Theater in DTLA inspired me to craft this list of the Pocho Ocho Top Ultimate Morrissey Trivia Quiz Questions.
Are You Moz Enough to Score 100%?
Do not even think about questioning my Moz Luv. I am on the TSA’s extra special handling list because of Morrissey.
OCHO QUESTIONS AQUI, EIGHT ANSWERS BELOW
We love Morrissey, you love Morrissey, everybody we know loves Morrissey, including actual Mexicans!
Some Mexicans love Morrissey so darn much they formed Mexican Morrissey tribute bands and went on tour.
And here’s the cool part: The Mexrrissey UK/NY/LA tour is coming to the Regent Theater in Downtown Los Angeles next Monday May 11.
CHECK OUT THE TWO CHINGON
MEXRRISSEY AUDIO TRACKS BELOW!
We have 10 pairs of tickets we’re giving away to the 7:30 PM all ages show at the Regent and they could be yours!
How can you qualify for a chance to get free tickets? It’s easy.
Sign up for the POCHO mailing list [the form is below] between the time this offer is published (2:50 AM PDT May 4, 2015) and midnight Thursday night PDT May 7, 2015 and you’re automagically entered in the giveaway.
We’ll randomly select ten names and set the winners up with tickets to the Mexrrissey show via email on Friday, May 8.
Based on a photo by Tim Griffin © 2014
Transportation Security Adminstration officers at Los Angeles International Airport stopped and questioned POCHO Music Editor La Chata Monday afternoon, allegedly because of a suspicious substance in her handbag (photo.)
Her Facebook status explains:
Goth culture. Is it in? Is it out? Do they even care? Hear the stories of three Latinos who found a sense of community in Goth subculture while we try to answer the question of the ages: Why are Latinos obsessed with Morrissey? It’s not just the Pompadour.
Here’s a video of Moz live at Staples Center in Los Angeles in March with the classic Smiths’ song The Boy With The Thorn in His Side. The audience knows all the words and sings along!
Morrissey was neither qualified nor cholafied to run Egypt. Totally in the Nile.
Srsly. “By order of the Prophet,” he banned that boogie sound. WTF?
Muslim Brotherhood, my peckerwood! If the rebels get re-Tweeted, the tyrant is defeated.
In ancient Africa, the pharoahs and pharoahitas communicated with Sirius the Dog Star — long before the white devils barked at the Moon. Nubians found the Monolith, and we were nubies no more.
What did we ever do before the Google? Where did a poor pre-Googlite go to find out the big answers and the meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything? Actually, we could Google that. But why even hypothesize? Google has the answers we want today and knows the questions we want to ask even before we ask them:
- So why DO Mexicans stare? Because you’re a hot guera. Doh!
- Well then why do they eat beans? Because if you know how to cook them properly they are a delicious, nutritious low-cost protein.
Happy fifty-third birthday, Steven Patrick Morrissey!
You would might think he was dead, with all the tribute bands and karaoke nights and even a whole convention in his honor. The real fans, of course, will be at an actual concert, like tonight’s show in San Diego, where the venue will be filled with lonely misfits who spend a lot of time in their bedrooms. I have been a fan since 1993.
Yes, I was an odd third grader, but we can blame my older sister for that.
In 2009, while my pal uber-fan Dagenham Dave was looking for a friend in Seattle he spotted the Mozza and did what each Morrissey fan does when they meet him. He asked Morrissey to sign a part of his body so he could later get it tattooed. I haven’t gotten there yet; I’m a little rusty on my stalking tactics since gas prices went up. I should start contacting the Arab side of the family.