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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

FUCKING PICTURE ALBUMS!!

            What's happening beautiful people? I finally made the move over to Blogger per your recommendations, thank you. Sorry I'm late with this thing. First off I was in Scottsdale performing at The Comedy Spot, so I didn't get home till Monday. Then it was Valentines Day and you know how that goes. Then Tuesday I ran around but the truth of the matter was I was scared to write on here. I've been writing on Myspace for years and I feel like a traitor. They were there for me from the beginning when I didn't even know about spell check, I was such a mo-mo.
            This coming Saturday is my Birthday. I usually wouldn't mention it but its been on my mind a lot. I don't really like having parties or anything. I just like going to a good dinner and maybe hanging with some friends, no big deal. Birthdays and parades have always had the same effect on me, after your about 22, they get old. You make plans but you end up getting fucked up and miss the whole thing. Why do you think that is? Birthdays are traumatizing. Its one less year, what the fuck are you celebrating about?
          My birthdays used to rock up when my mom was alive. She would have a big fucking blowout every year at her bar in Union City, New Jersey called, "El Reloj Club".It was in the heart of Cubanville, 29th and Bergenline, up the block from 'Hernandez Cuban Restaurant" and down the block from "The New Moon Chinese Restaurant". Two tremendous restaurants that I frequented as a motherfucker growing up.
        As far back as the age of 4, the party started on Tuesday when my mom would take me to a tailor to get 2 suits made for the occasion. One for the kids party which started at about 3pm and went till about 8pm. Then at 9pm that's when the adult party would start. My mom would get a band, it was usually Farjardo and his Orquestra. But one year it was Tito Puente and another year Celia Cruz showed up. My mom knew her from the old days in Cuba.
      The kids party was a blast, food everywhere, balloons, games, kids crying, all that stuff. The highlight was the pinata, my mom would put cash in there for the kids along with the candy. The adult pinata didn't have cash, it had these little aluminum foils which had Cocaine in them. That's where the real party favor started.
I never knew till I got older and I asked my mom why were adults diving on the floor for candy? She told me to look closely for foils and to pick one up for mommy, I nearly shit my pants, only my mom could think of something like that.
     Every year my mom would hire a professional photographer to take pictures and put them in an album. I would look at them once after the party and forget about them. It was amazing, she had every year till I was 14 and the bar closed. When my mom passed later that year I was forced to move out of that home and never thought once of the albums. I really didn't have room where I was moving too and my step dad wasn't going to sell the house till all the issues got sorted out. I went back to the house from time to time and one day decided to take an album, I don't know why. After that my step dad and I got into it and I never went back. Years later I asked him about them and he said they got thrown out, in a way, it didn't matter because those days were over.
      I think of all those Birthdays and wish I had those albums today, they were my life. I get bummed and couldn't believe I left those things behind. I've decided to do the next best thing. I'll make new albums! I never thought I would make it to this age, who knows how long I'll last but at least I have something to look at in a few years. So, I'm getting a suit, I'm going to dinner with my wife, I'm going to do a few shows and I'll take some pictures of the cats and me, and I'll never have this feeling again, why get down when I could do something about it.
     Thank you for making the move over to this place with me. This blog was a little bland but once I get my groove back I'll start rocking your world again. Have a great week and Stay Black! In the end that's the most important thing!
      
    


      

7 comments:

  1. Keep droppin that knowledge on us Coco!

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  2. When is birthday exactly? Looking forward to read more of your amazing stories! Holler from Poland:)

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  3. Bro you have the wildest past. Your biography would be worth it's weight in gold. Props for taking what could be pretty macabre and totally turning it on it's head...looking forward to those pictures if you post them online.

    Can't wait for the next Beauty and da Beast, and it was a treat that you were on Rogans podcast this week.

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  4. Good stuff Coco! Keep em coming!

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  5. JOEY KARATE IS MY GRANDFATHER OF FUNK! RESPECT!

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  6. I love your stories. Glad to see you on blogger. Keep it up.

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  7. Nothing bland about this at all... It reminded me of things I haven't though of in years, but should have. Thanks.

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