Music Write-Ups
How do you know Chris Earley?
How many MP3s do you have on your hard drive?
Fuck yeah Bitches. It’s the weekend. Top that, World.
-jj navarro
“Oh Fuck” I mumble as the Miami sun creeps through my hotel suite’s balcony window. I manage to sit up on the bed and look at what I woke up next to. “Not bad” I think to myself. A naked blond with smeared makeup on satin sheets will never go out of style. The chick with the afro on the couch ain’t bad either. She must’ve been Esposito’s. “Where is that sonofabitch?”
My Movado says I have an hour until that DC-10 takes me to Monaco. I never miss the races. An ordinary man may have panicked, but not me. Not Bobby Scagliano. My suit is still in my bag. Linen is usually a bitch but the humidity in this town will take care of the wrinkles. I slip on my loafers and it’s out the door. I’m in a rush but I have enough time to glance at the mirror and blow myself a kiss. “God I’m fucking sexy”
It’s out the lobby and before I can say “cocaine is my hobby” I hear Rigo greet me with his familiar “Buenos dias Mister S”. “Hey Rigo”, I respond. “Get me to the terminal”. “Of course Señor” I can see the look of determination in his eyes. Rigo fucking loves his job, and that’s why he’s my guy in Miami.
Walking through The Pan-Am terminal at MIA is like striding through an office building and I’m the boss. It’s “Good Morning Mr. Scagliano” this, “How ya’ doin’ Bobby!” that. My bags are taken care of, my tickets are handed to me and the only thing more satisfying than the winks from flight attendants are the jealous stares that they give each other.
I’m a few minutes late for my flight, but it’s ok. The world waits for people like me. I get a friendly nod from the captain, sit at B1 and light a cigarette as Dominique serves me my first glass of Dom. I love Pan-Am.
- JJ Navarro
I like the Infants. They are a rock and roll band that is good. They live in San Diego. San Diego is nice, especially when it is sunny and not too hot. I don’t like it when it gets very hot. This one time I was in Calexico, and it was the hottest place I’d ever been. That is why I like San Diego more than Calexico. The Infants play in live music bar places in San Diego. Sometimes when they play the weather is nice and other times it isn’t. But they rock just the same.
One time, when I saw the Infants at a venue called The Casbah they played a song and when it was over I was like “yeah!” because it was really good. I say “yeah!” when something is good. I made dinner the other day and the chicken was really good, so when I tasted it I said “yeah!” (last year I would have said “This is some good fucking chicken”, but I made a New Year’s resolution to not use profanity as much).
The Infants rock. I heard this one time The Infants were playing a show and a rock, an actual sedimentary rock, showed up. The rock got a drink (a choco-tini) and chilled by the bar. When they started playing the rock said “I’ve been out-rocked” and it just got up and went home. I find that story amazing. Not only because a talking rock went to a bar and ordered a choco-tini, but because it actually admitted to being out-rocked (rocks are usually very proud and not quick to admit being out-rocked).
The Infants are making the world a better place to live, three chords at a time.
Rock on, World!
J.J. Navarro is a freelance ice cream truck driver and semi-pro amateur. He lives with his fern and three grandchildren in Paso Robles, California.