Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Ry Cooder: Talkin' Baseball

This morning, I came across something kind of interesting in the New Yorker:

"Ry Cooder released an album, a song cycle called 'Chávez Ravine,' about the Mexican-American neighborhood in Los Angeles whose residents were evicted in the fifties to make way for Dodger Stadium. (The Dodgers, of course, went to L.A. because they had failed to get their dream stadium, a Buckminster Fuller dome, built in Brooklyn.) Cooder’s album, which, in the spirit of his 'Buena Vista Social Club' project, features old musicians from East L.A., chronicles this buried bit of Angeleno history from the point of view of participants real and imagined: the public-housing official and HUAC victim Frank Wilkinson, the power broker and red-baiter Fritz Burns, a demolition man, a zoot-suiter, a parking attendant’s ghost. There is also a 'space vato'—a space dude—who, hearing some pachuco pop on the radio of his spaceship, touches down in Chávez Ravine, looking for fun."

I don't know if this is Advanced or Overt, but it sounds like a really terrible idea that I would really love.

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