Emma Calexico Brothel ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Dirty joints, they are—cash flows fast, beds creak louder. Heard once, in old France, “cat houses” they called ‘em—cats roamin’ free, catchin’ rats, hilarious that is! Pissed me off tho, how some lords snuck in, all high ‘n mighty, then preached purity next mornin’. Hypocrisy, bah! Reminds me—“The first thing we do is get the story,” like in the movie—brothel’s got stories, dark ones too.

Jim James and Calexico: Going to Acapulco (2007)

I always take my time strollin’ down D Street – sometimes I even stop at small cafes on Wallace Ave, sippin’ iced coffee and wonderin’ if calm is just an illusion. Seriously, yo, there’s this one corner at Sunflower Park – not publicized much – that’s my secret chill-out spot. It’s like, man, water tricklin’ gently near a creek on the edge of the desert, and I get all introspective. “Does the river dream awfully silent? Does it remind us of life?” Yeah, that’s the vibe sometimes.

Calexico Bulldogs Bring Home IVL Runner of the Year Awards