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my meditation deck in guadalajara 1980

This is the view from the back deck of the house where I stayed my first time in Guadalajara, Jalisco in 1980. So many decades later, and I still think about it all the time. Off in the distance, the Providencia neighborhood.

I grew up in the county in North Carolina where it was quiet all the time, and not much around. This was a big change for me at age 21.

The weather in Guadalajara was so superb with occasional wild thunderstorms to break things up. I could get a lot of thinking done on that back deck. The house is still there.

The big city smelled and sounded different. People had a lot of flowers around. I could hear the strident ring of the standard Telmex desk phone all over. There was the chirp of the air brakes of the city busses, the distinctive whistles and bells of milkmen, postal service, vendors. Children screaming, babies crying, sometimes people arguing and me trying to grasp the subject.

I was so pleased to be there. I stand on the back porch of my house to this day and think of the moments on that back deck 42 years ago.

I even viewed the small things as miracles. I had my first espresso and frozen yogurt in Guadalajara. Exotic! lol.

To beat all, I ended up facing some things and liberating my inner self there.

BTW, the white dog in the photo was named Rufo.

gay party invitation – guadalajara jal mx, 1985

While rooting around in some things today, I found this old gay party invitation from Guadalajara. 1985, maybe, pre-Internet of course. This was the time of the especially severe AIDS horrors, but the parties had to go on. We had to keep the music playing and remember the fallen ones and the ones falling.

I looked up the address, Bélgica 469, Guadalajara. It appears to be a house (see image). I don’t remember going to a party in a house. Either the building is different, I didn’t go, or I just don’t remember being there for various reasons.

One scan is the entire invitation, then I broke it up into two shorter scans to be able to see the whole thing.

I’ll attempt to translate top to bottom. It might be hit or miss. Feel free to help me.

Gay Party
Comadre ..

Would you like to:

— dance
— drink a cocktail
— see a drag show
— cruise
— queer around
— greet the girlfriends

Come on then.

This Saturday, 10th of August, 10:00 PM.
Bélgica 469

[map diagram]

We will have a dance contest (attractive prizes).
Free snacks.
Bring your royal wardrobe and show it off here.

Keep this ticket and we will give you 100 peso discount on the cover.

Organized by: Gay New Generation Group, GNGG.

[cartoon drawing]

[Terrorized girl on left with rock flying towards her. Group of hostile straights on right. “buga” is a slang term for straight people used by gays.]

“Don’t suffer from the rain anymore (of rocks)”

gay greensboro and guadalajara

Some gay places from long ago. Greensboro and Guadalajara.

tlaquepaque restaurant

Look at the design on the wall. Same place!

The young woman is one of the daughters of the family with which I stayed in Guadalajara my first time in 1980. The other pic is current. A mere 41.5 years whooshing by.

I love every freakin’ thing about the Guadalajara Metropolitan Zone (ZMG). ❤

mid-80’s new year’s eve in monica’s guadalajara

I spent one New Year’s Eve in Guadalajara, maybe ’84 or ’85. A bunch of us went to the big gay disco, called Monica’s, for the midnight party.

Just after midnight, the music stopped. I thought, “no way!”

In marched a rockin’ mariachi band that the bar had hired that played most of the night. Some of them looked a little nervous when they surveyed the crowd. 😀

It was funny to see drag queens and a disco full of gay people stomping out those traditional dances. I didn’t know how to do them, but plenty were willing to teach.

The disco also had a kitchen. After midnight, they opened the service area and the food came rolling out. Massive.

What a party.

guadalajara bus stop

The places I can still find on Google Maps. This means nothing to anybody but me.

Guadalajara 1980, a mere 41 years ago, I used to catch the bus to school and sit under that same tree where the guy is sitting to wait for it. The first few days, I was scared out of my GD mind. Huge city, no language ability, afraid of everything. I swear I started smoking because of it. I was in urgently bad mental shape at that time, anyway.

One of the many times I went back was 2015 with Brian. I had a taxi drop us off at this intersection and told Brian that I needed to go sit under that tree for a minute.

I sat for a minute then said, “OK, I’m all better now, let’s go!” Brian knows the story.

centro guadalajara sanborns closed

Damn. Sanborns department store and restaurant has closed the downtown location in Guadalajara. I like Sanborns so much for the ostentatious elegance it offers at prices that a normal person can afford.

I met so many friends at the restaurant in this downtown store plus took all of my family there except my father. Brian and I loved the two for one cocktails that were available on certain days.

And, OMG, the bakery. Indescribably delicious.

Department stores Sanborns, Liverpool, Sears and Palacio de Hierro are all shedding employees due to the economic downturn. Sears in Mexico is different than in the USA. The stores are very fine.


guadalajara hangover remedies

This article gives five hangover remedies Jalisco style.

One of them is menudo. Menudo: a traditional Mexican soup, made with beef tripe. It is said to have tremendous curative powers for hangovers. Places that sold it did a brisk business on Sunday mornings.

I like trying new customs, sometimes even adopting them as my own, but menudo is one that I stood firmly against and never wavered.

Sometimes on weekend mornings a group from the clubbing of the night before would head out for menudo and invite me. I stood firm against the exhortations and sometimes insults. It was all done in good fun.

— it really works like nothing else
— it’s almost magic
— you’ll be better before noon
— you gringos are so weak
— why do you not like Mexico?

My response was usually, “y’all go on. I’ll stop off for a pizza or a giant hamburger.” Eyes would roll.

Cold pizza and orange juice was good enough for me. It’s still a go-to, but I don’t get real hangovers anymore. I can’t take it.

guadalajara mornings 1980

By 1980, my first stay in Guadalajara (MX), I had seen big cities, but I grew up in Guilford County (NC), which at the time, didn’t feel big. The Guadalajara metro area was millions. A big change for me.

In the county, I was used to waking up to no noise at all. In Guadalajara, there was a roar that started about dawn and grew. I began to like it and still think of the good feeling.

The climate is mild, so the windows in most people’s houses were open, including the one in which I stayed. This let the morning sounds pass easily. Before waking up each day, I could tell I was not at home, and I liked this. Even the crisp morning air smelled different. Guadalajara is known as the city of the eternal spring.

I can still recall the daily morning sounds of the city with clarity:

— the distinctive ring of the standard TelMex desk phone echoing from all over.
— most people had the same two-tone doorbell, also distinctive.
— the high-pitched chirp of the air brakes on the city buses.
— milk delivery person blew a multi-tone whistle when approaching.
— garbage collectors rang a cow bell.
— the general din of chatter that wasn’t in English.
— people yelling to their children a long sing-songy “¡A comer!” (time to eat).

I liked it all. It felt good. Very very good. Forty years later, I can still hear it all.

rocking pills guadalajara – 1980’s

old friends

de la “wayback” en el internet archive”


Llegó al mundo el 10 de enero de 1962 en la Ciudad de México como Agustín Salvador Villa Rojas. Emigró siendo joven junto con su familia a Guadalajara, Jal., donde comenzó su iniciación musical de la mano de algunos maestros particulares, y en la Escuela de Música de la Universidad de Guadalajara.

En 1984 conformó Pills, una banda de punk rock junto con Víctor Inda en el bajo, Quetzalcóatl Avilés en la batería, y él mismo y Pablo Martínez en las guitarras. La banda mutó después a los Rocking Pills, y su dirección rockera sufrió un giro de 180º hacia el rockabilly. Pablo se va e ingresa Óscar Salazar.

En 1985 nacen Los Clips y firman un contrato con Comrock. Al cierre de la disquera y gracias a un supuesto apoyo nunca antes otorgado a un grupo de rock mexicano por parte de una cigarrera multinacional, lo llevan a formar Montana con el guitarrista Arturo Ybarra (ex Mask), el tecladista Andrés Franco, Víctor Inda y el baterista Abraham Calleros, quien venía de Sombrero Verde.

Tras ser abandonados por su omnipresente patrocinador y grabar un disco, “El Cala” formó Rostros Ocultos, nombre inspirado en una pintura de Salvador Dalí, con Ernesto “Bola” Domene tras la batería, Javier Barragán en el bajo, Arturo Ybarra y Andrés Franco. Ernesto Domene se va tras la grabación de su segundo álbum, y su puesto es ocupado por Waldo Chávez.

Los problemas para la banda no terminaron ahí: en 1989, la promoción de aquel disco los había dejado literalmente agotados. Entonces la banda se dio un descanso del que Arturo Ybarra no regresaría. Los Rostros Ocultos terminaron por disolverse a principios de la década de los 90.

Es entonces que El Cala se fue a Nueva York a grabar un disco solista: Con Huevos y Cajeta. En ese trabajo lo acompañaron gente del calibre de Steve Ferrone (músico de Eric Clapton), Eddie Martínez (músico de Mick Jagger), y Pino Palladino, quien ha colaborado con gente como Neil Young.

En ese disco el Cala se aventuró a cantar en inglés con el tema “Don’t look behind you” y a coverear a José Alfredo Jiménez con “Ella”. A su regreso a México arrancó una extensa gira, apoyado por el sencillo “Siglos”, mismo que logró alcanzar las listas de popularidad de la radio y algunos video-canales.

En la gira promocional de aquel trabajo, apareció como guitarrista invitado Arturo Ybarra y lo demás vendría solo. En 1997, y a petición de su compañía de discos, los Rostros Ocultos se reagrupan con El Cala, Arturo, el baterista Gerardo Matus, el bajista Francisco Toyos y el tecladista Juan Pablo Ibarra.

En la actualidad, los Rostros Ocultos son una de las agrupaciones clásicas del rock mexicano, referente inmediato de una gran época y un espíritu combativo que no se doblega a pesar de las crisis y modas que azotan de vez en vez a la escena. El Cala mientras tanto, se ha ganado a pulso un lugar privilegiado entre los mejores cantantes de todos los tiempos del rock nacional.