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Music of my favorite movies of the 70s I especially love francois de roubaix farewell friend and scoumoune. (Google translation)
Music of my favorite movies of the 70s I especially love francois de roubaix farewell friend and scoumoune. (Google translation)
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Around these parts we use red caviar for bait. No kidding. I tasted it and IT'S GROSS !!!!!11111eleventeen!!!!11!1!1
The first cinema... movie theater I ever went to, back in my home country, a second, or it might have been a third cousin took me to see The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.
The movie house didn't have a roof. So as you can imagine, on particularly dark nights, moths and other nocturnal flying invertebrates would be attracted by the light.
One would settle on the side, off center of the screen and not bother people as much as when it would settle smack in the middle or towards the middle... disrupting what I know now to be a very tricky thing called suspension of belief.
The movie was not dubbed so, except for some cursing in Spanish I didn't follow what anybody was saying. Not as much other people seemed to.
Akshully that reminded me a bit of Summertime of Porgy and Bess.
"The cotton is high..."
You may not believe this but that was the first thing I ever did for money. I picked cotton just outside a little town called Oviedo in the DR.
17.801275, -71.391257 that used to be a cotton field.
We had to stay behind waiting for our visas to go through. Our parents came first, worked and then we could come.
19.440848, -70.699722 roofless movie theater called Cine Duarte.
I don't believe it exist anymore.. it's defunct.
Our move to Louisiana was the greatest culture shock of all moves. Armadillos, pelicans, rusty tin roofs, sofas on the front porch, old Cadallaks Cadallacks Cadallacs xxxxx big cars up on blocks, and cotton fields. I couldn't wait to get out and see cotton plants up close. They were already picked but the machines don't get it all. It leaves white tuffs on brown sticks. They're nasty plants. And the cotton does not come off easily. What a complete drag that must have been. Especially before the cotton gin was invented. I totally got it in that moment. Man oh man, what an education that was. Just wandering out onto somebody's field. Touré was right, 'the power of being white,' in that nobody shot me.
Our move to Louisiana was the greatest culture shock of all moves. Armadillos, pelicans, rusty tin roofs, sofas on the front porch, old Cadallaks Cadallacks Cadallacs xxxxx big cars up on blocks, and cotton fields. I couldn't wait to get out and see cotton plants up close. They were already picked but the machines don't get it all. It leaves white tuffs on brown sticks. They're nasty plants. And the cotton does not come off easily. What a complete drag that must have been. Especially before the cotton gin was invented. I totally got it in that moment. Man oh man, what an education that was. Just wandering out onto somebody's field. Touré was right, 'the power of being white,' in that nobody shot me.
Well, I never picked cotton.
But my mother did, and my brother did, and my sister did.
And my daddy died young working in a coal mine.
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