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Otra Wake up…

Corpus Christinos… September means it is time for the first ever, cleverly named OtraFest presented by House of Rock! Otra – Spanish for ‘another’. AnotherFest! Very clever indeed. Three days of national, regional and local bands on the friendliest pair of stages in one of the easiest going bars/venues in Corpus Christi. Sure, I’ve been talking about starting my South by South South festival here for years, but the fine people at House of Rock actually did the work. And while these days I hardly even leave my house, I still greatly support any and all efforts made to bring something new and fun to our small-town-city.

Love – What is it Good For?

by Joshua Espitia
Man, fuck tennis. There. It’s out there now. Fuck. Tennis. Is that the most popular opinion? I don’t know – I know nothing about the relevance of tennis to the everyday American. I know Wimbledon takes over my TV for what feels like a month every summer (although I am constantly informed by the announcers that it is but a mere fortnight) and I have to miss out on… well, nothing. There’s nothing else on in that timeslot except for soaps, the absence of which used to upset my granny to the point of swearing at John McEnroe and throwing peach pits at the television (this is the first Wimbledon she hasn’t been around for and I know she’s grateful for that), and other inane daytime programming. How many judges have their own shows now?
I’m digressing. My point is pre-empted programming is irrelevant to why I’m railing against a sport rife with grunting and fuzzy, bouncy balls. Take away all the terrible TV you want with your vaguely erotic noises and summer sweat and sexy outfits. That’s fine. Just stop making me think about love.

I’m Staying Away From this Whole James Gunn Thing

with Jay Whitecotton
Last night I found myself typing: ‘If James Gunn had just fucked a child ten years ago instead of tweeting jokes about it, he’d be well qualified to direct a Disney film.’ – and had to pause a moment. Not for any concern for backlash or endangering some future career, I don’t have, but to consider why I’m kinda worked up about this stupid blip of a non-news story.
I guess it’s for many reasons. One – I love those Guardians movies. It’s stupid and just films, but I found the idea of flawed characters overcoming their backgrounds to do better was something important and worthwhile. Also – raccoons. I fucking love raccoons. Then there’s the underlying issue of fatherhood. That line “He may have been your father boy, but he wasn’t your daddy!” hits home to me because I didn’t really have either.
The reason I have to back off is because over the past year or two I’ve come to the conclusion that people (and Americans almost exclusively), have

Wake up and get Ill

I have always been jealous of my buddy Tony Jaramillo. While I spent my youth in Kingsville, Texas, he was coming of age on the east coast. Once upon a time, many years ago, he took whatever tunnel or bridge or ferry you take to go into ‘the city’ (I don’t know how it works) and he saw the Beastie Boys live, on tour with Run DMC, no less. He did also end up in Kingsville, where we met, so maybe I shouldn’t be too jealous.

Licensed to Ill was one of the first CD’s I ever bought, which you can read about this issue in an ‘encore’ printing of the Beastie Boys chapter from my book, which at current rate may never be finished. I’ve been a fan of Mike D, Ad Rock, and the late MCA for over 20 years and on

Wake Up and Call Out A Thief

I have to give props to Eric Holguin and how gracefully he took the loss of the June 30th Special election against our new Congressman Michael Cloud. I know that democratic losses don’t come as much of a surprise since 2013 when our district went from a fairly-drawn, cute little coast-hugging strip to what now resembles an old shoe on the foot of an elderly woman trying to stomp all the Mexicans into the gulf. An old shoe, mind you, that has already been determined by a federal court to have been unconstitutionally drawn to limit the rights of Hispanics to elect the candidate of their choice.

LGBTQIA+CCTX

by Korbin Boomer Matthews

Pride is creepin’ back into the Coastal Bend, y’all! Get ready for another year of festivities and fuckery, which although not officially a part of this year’s itinerary are obviously implied and encouraged. But before we belt out Born This Way and burn effigies of Mike Pence, I’d like to ask that you entertain a hypothetical with me that might illuminate not only the reason why millions of people across the globe observe this time of LGBT+ solidarity but most importantly why it’s of the utmost importance that Corpus Christi is a part of that observation. Once you’re done reading this bit you can get back to either despising us vocal queens with a fiery passion or using Pride as an excuse to live out all of your bi-curious fantasies…or both!

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