01 Joaquín Sabina - Calle melancolía doowad
02 Alaska y los Pegamoides - El hospital MarkSmith
03 Doberman - Balada de los días grises MarkSmith
04 Duncan Dhu - Una calle de parís doowad
05 Mecano - Los amantes doowad
06 La Unión - Hombre lobo en paris doowad
07 Los Impecables - Chicas guapas MarkSmith
08 Soda Stereo - 1990 doowad
09 Caifanes - Mátenme porque me muero doowad
10 Línea Vienesa - Cangrejos en la cocina MarkSmith
11 Flash Strato - Madrid en tecnicolor MarkSmith
12 Las Chinas - Amor en frío MarkSmith
13 Los Secretos - Déjame MarkSmith
14 Serú Girán - No llores por mí, Argentina doowad
15 Beirut la Noche - Ella se hizo monja MarkSmith
16 Café Tacvba - El catrín doowad
17 Polanski y el Ardor - Ataque preventivo de la URSS MarkSmith
18 Mano Negra - Mala vida doowad
19 Zombies - Groenlandia MarkSmith
20 Charly García - Promesas sobre el bidet doowad
21 Aterciopelados - Baracunatana doowad
22 Molotov - Frijolero doowad
Doowad
So I made a new “amiguito” a year or so ago, (let's call him "Jim") and completely outside of my fanatical music obsession (though we did bond over movies and Fawlty Towers). He started showing up at some of doowadette’s sporting events, which I thought was really weird when I found he had no daughter on the team. But well, eventually I figured out he wasn’t some perv, but rather a superfan...
In any case, as I said, our conversation eventually drifted around to British comedy and Strange Brew and all kinds of wild and groovy things. What was bonus was to find out that our kids were already good friends (I had met his son, but didn’t associate the two guys for some time, clueless dad that I am). Then even more bonus, we both got along with the wives, which apparently is a serious problem among married couples. They are now frequent fliers at our backyard parties (our soirées, since according to ika, parties are only parties if you dance. At the last one, when she went in to get some food, we all stood up and started boogieing as only a bunch of 40ish white suburbanites can to prove to her we were having a party).
So, as inevitably happens, the subject of some of our conversations soon turned to music, mainly out of the random mentions of R.E.M. and other groups that would find their way into my party playlists.
In fact, this mix is really Jim’s fault since he sent me a Cure album on youtube that he was listening to. In typical do-it-all doowad, I shot back three links of my own, Caifanes, Soda Stereo y La Unión. The first two because they basically started out as Cure cover bands, down to the Robert Smith hair on the lead singer and gothish make-up on all the fellers. La Unión I threw in because they got boobies in their video.
But it was kismet that he said he liked the Caifanes the best, since they are actually my favorite Rock en español group. So then I was thinking, well, maybe I can throw a few of these songs, like I have done for other gabacho buddies in the past. But knowing what a huge fan he was of 80s/90s new wave, I decided to “seed” my mix with this classic, 4-volume set from our old amigo, MarkSmith:
So then I was trying to figure out a more imaginative name than just “Jim” as I had on my mediamonkey playlist as a placeholder. This title track was one that was echoing in my brain the past few days and I thought well, I didn’t really make any promises about this CD to Jim, and I don’t have a bidet (unless you count the massage setting on my shower head that has the perfect stream of water that can go right up….uh, nevermind).
But since our humour is usually in the toilet, this seemed ideal. One last “anecdote”, or advice, do not google “bidet gross” or you will get what you are looking for…also be prepared for lots of crotch if you google "athletic supporter".
David García
[No sé que hizo este cabrón, pero] me llamo David Garcia en el mundo mixcloud, MarkSmith en el mundo 2.0 y "eh. tú, bastardo" en el mundo real...
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