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LAGO GUANACACHA
O VANS TEAM INVADES
MEXICO CITY
Words and Photos by Michael Burnett
IR GUITAR IS STILL LEGAL IN MEXICO CITY. NOT THAT IT'S BEEN ALTOGETHER
eradicated in the US, but there's something special about young people who are not so
jaded, nay tainted, by hipness that they aren't afraid to squint their eyes, rock back on
a pointy-toed boot, and lay into a fat, imaginary riff in a public place. Did I men-
tion that rock is still king in Mexico City? Well it is, and maybe I sound old, but
a night at the disco accompanied by Guns 'n' Roses was a
delightful change from the techno/hip-hop beatdowns I normally have to
endure when relaxing on the road. It's not that I don't like techno, but,
well, no, no, I fuckin' hate it.
The whiteys were the kings of the discotheque, or so we felt. DaSilva
took the brunt of the female attention, as he possesses the crystalline
good looks and wavy hair most often found in late 19th-century
photos of aristocrats. He was gettin' hit up for special dates left
and right.
"What do I do?" he asked me almost frantically.
"Don't go with the ugly ones!" I offered.
Too late.
"I want you to know I have my eye on you," a young lady
told Salman luringly.
Even toofless Seber was making time with the ladies—
dancin' and drink-spillin' and whatnot. We even got
appointed our own personal bouncer, who towered
over us American assholes, letting us know when
we were stepping out of bounds of
Mexican decency.
וחות.
FEA