The year is 1909… “Remember Durango, Larry?”

Get Back, Jagger… with yer’ Foreign Tongues wearing that low-neck camisole de cuero.

Larry : Looking back, Alias, it’s still a bit fuzzy but I do remember that time in/at Manchester FREE TRADE Hall six decades ago when you rolled out the stone song and them “folkies” called you ‘Judas’.

“What Goes On!” in MOJO Magazine, June 2026 editon’s recollection of May 17 ’66, Revisited… “It was like trying to photograph some sort of bouncing grasshopper…” pp. 22-23.

Issy-Manu-Chao… por “la panamericana”, la que su merce’ quiera.

Instituto de Estudios Superiores de América Latina, rue Sn. Guillermo , París 75005_Winter/Spring of 2012.

Pass time paradise, or how I learned to love Donald Trump’s ugly face on a $250 US bank note

… o como dice Mary McCartney, “it’s not NOSTALGIA, it’s MAGA”, it’s pure indulgence to put the ‘mug shot’ of a child molester on legal tender, —you dig? [MOJO, p. 70].

 

El profesor y politician, Víctor M. Quintana Silveyra described Torreón (in the year of 1909) as a “dusty old town” in comparison to shiny Ciudad Juárez just South of Rosa’s Cantina at the Paso del Norte junction with Wichita, Kansas. The shade thrown by “el vic”, as doña Georgina Moreno and the rest of the nascent “morenistas” in Paris called the Cuauhtémoc, Chihuahua-native, would have probably not been thrown had i (Armando Segovia) en calidad de los Prieto (por el lado pardo de mi mamá) not called my “cuaderno de raya” en Órbita 106.7 fm, el doctor Ramón Quintana Woodstock to ask for that one favor that i’d had warned that one day Would come, and so it was, that after the proper clearance from los hijos de OÑATE, Armando Serrano-Prieto became an oyente in Víctor’s cátedra at the IHEAL, por sus siglos en francés, a-Men.

The screen grabs in this image have no line to cut, but that’s probably because a band of Oakies [Eagles] wanted “Too Much of Everything,” in Hunter S. Thompson’s goody-bag in that “FREAK KINGDOM” of his… it’s true because it was printed on a MAGAZINE and not posted on the internet like this most non-consequential blog.

Over at Radio Luxembourg, The Boy’s of Dungeon Lane are eating spoonfuls of Pinole, now that’s that it is clear that Paul McCartney traded his trumpet for his Soul on the Willie Geist Show.

Spain via Mojo in Britannia.