Hey! If
you're a
Mexican girl
who's turn
Loli
ing 15 anytime soon, tell
your parents to shine the
mariachi band and hire Loli &
the Chanes to play at your
& The Chanes
Quincinera instead. But don't expect them
to show up on time or even at all, though,
because I heard they're real flaky about that
kind of stuff Luckily for me, a little while back
I wound up at a club in Long Beach that they
actually decided to show up and play. It was fun.
Here's how it went:
El Cochino (The Dirty One)
plays his bass frets with his
outstretched middle finger as
Loli bangs her fuckin' drums
and sings "Nazi Death Camp"
like she's real pissed off. And
there's El Chingón (The
Fucker) over there, standing in
front of his mic with his feet
spread out in a full guitar rock
stance, looking like an employee
just off from work at an Office
Depot or Staples Superstore. I'm up
front, getting continually pestered
by two fat lesbians (they probably
ride Hogs) who want me to take
their picture. Fuck, OK, click, there
you go. Now stop bugging! Back to
the Chones they're so good.
Loli's stealing the show with her
Joan Jett baseball jersey and sheep-
-dee-fuckin'
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ish grin after every song. She's
drinking bottles of Bud. It
seems like she can't figure out
why everyone is so into the
show. I know why. The first
song they ever played was
called "Pendejo," and the lyrics
consist of one word. I'll let you
guess what that word was. Great
song. They play lo-fidelity style
punk rock, sometimes sounding a
lot like the legendary Supercharger.
Ain't no wonder Rip Off records
picked 'em up. As they finish up a
number called "The Kids From
Boyle Heights" (that's where they're
from), some beach bunny who has
spent a good part of the evening
spilling her seemingly bottomless
martini on me screams out "I love
you!" to Loli and then turns around,
Marshall
the blockchean
Loli
CHONES
& THE
bends over, and shows the band her butt. Not a naked
butt, but a butt nonetheless. It was funny so I took a
picture of it. Click. They played a bunch of songs
(the ones El Chingón sang were the best), told a
couple of silly penis jokes and then they were out
the door, presumably back to East LA and la vida
loca. As for myself, I went back to Pedro, bought a
pack of beer and
borrowed PS
We Hate You
(Loli & the
Chones first
full length
album thingy)
from Casey,
my friend who
works at a
youth hostel.
That, my
friend, was
two months
ago to this
day. I still
haven't given
Casey his
record back
and truthfully,
I don't think
I'm gonna
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