9/2/12

SLOGANS

SLOGANS OF THE VARRIOS

CON SAFOS

MI VARRIO ES PRIMERO

TRUCHA CON LA CARRUCHA

SMALL BUT STRONG

SOMOS POCOS PERO LOCOS

____ GANG OR DON'T BANG

RIFAMOS Y CONTROLAMOS

BIG TIME SAME CRIME

WE KILL FOR THRILLS

CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG

CLICK CLICK BANG BANG

SO RUFF SO TUFF

MOVE OVER OR GET RUN OVER

A TODA MADRE, O EL PURO DESMADRE

RIFAMOS, CONTROLAMOS Y CHINGAMOS

KICKING UP DUST WHEN WE BUST, CAUSE IT'S A MUST

‘TIL THE WHEELS FALL OFF

‘TIL THE CASKET DROPS

TERRIFIC AS THE PACIFIC

FRANTIC AS THE ATLANTIC

THE NITTY GRITTY, ____ CITY

THE ____ IS THE BEST, FUCK THE REST

FUCK WITH THE BEST, DIE LIKE THE REST

NO WARNING SHOTS

ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK

WE DON’T DIE, WE MULTIPLY

WE CONTROL

CREASES

Lines on the tramos

A thing from the old school... I look around me.. I glance this way and that way and what do I see? NO CREASES! What the f*ck has our style been brought down to? Saggers por aqui, twisted lids por aya and wrinkled tramos with no lines por aca. No f*cken true old stilo! What the f*ck? No one knows how to use that iron any more? Everybody is caught up with acting and speaking smart; ego tripping, attitude and all that.. Nobody taking the time to learn how to work some magic with that plancha. Nobody seems to have been taught how to fold those tramos and slide that iron up and down to create that firme line, that clean line, from top to bottom., how to take it slow, get that little crease all up in there., how to take the time to get those tramos looking sharp all crispy clean., something to be proud of, something you can step out to the calle and strike up a pose with your forehead held high!

Creases seem to be a thing of the past.. Sportswear and gangsta talk seems to be the replacement all around! But nobody gets down with that starch and steam any more. Seems like everybody forgot to do some work.. some real work other than blasting disrespects left and right. Everybody’s eyes got clouded.. Everybody went tripping.. making dough and all that mainstream world cosas., and everyone forgot about our true old style! Few gente se avienta con la plancha nowadays.. So it trips me out when I catch a Homeboy con tandito and creases.. I say “ORALE” this f*cker is for reals! Orale Cabron, you got my respects!!! A Dyeing Breed Indeed!

Ironing is like a "ritual"., it's like an art form, and you got to be sweet with the plancha doing those creases, the right temperature, the right amount of steam, sprinkled water, wet rag and starch, although i ain't never liked to put starch on my tramos, but if you do, you got to know how to spray that on, and then you got to hit the plancha on that starch perfect, otherwise the startch comes out shinny or flaky, and you don't want that., but yeah homie, it's like a rirual, porque you gotta have the right attitude for it, and the right tools tambien, which include having your sounds playing and your buzz for the mood, que no?

I throw up my ironing board.. I get my oldies playing.. I get my bottle and smokes near me and I close the door to my room.. Turn them speakers on and iron away all afternoon. Don’t give a f*ck about the world out there without creases!

So Orale all you batos arrugados.
Time to pull out your tablas, fill up your planchas and grab your garras.

Fine tune that volume, and .....

PPSSSS-SSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thee Chicano Talk Pyramid

The CHICANO TALK pyramid derives from

the INDIAN.......and......the SPANISH

AZTEC.........................MADRID
TOLTEC.......................ANDALUCIA
MAYA..........................CASTILLIAN
ZAPOTEC....................MOORISH
MIXTEC.......................HUNGARO (GYPSIE)

THE....................and THE
NAHUATL....................HISPANO


COMBINED NAHUATL & HISPANO EQUAL..
= ARCHAIC MEXICAN LANGUAGE


CENTRAL MEXICO MIXTO LANGUAGE TRAVELED NORTH

AND THE COMBINATION OF MIXTO SPANISH & WESTERN ENGLISH
COMBINED TO BECOME "TOTACHA"

TOTACHA = "CHICANO TALK"

AND THE TOTACHA DIALECT INCLUDES..

1) TEX-MEX
2) PACHUQUISMO
3) CALO
4) SPANGLISH
5) TRI-MIX

TRI MIX INCORPORATES, SPANISH, ENGLISH & TOTACHA

THEREFORE LA TOTACHA "CHICANO TALK" KEEPS RE-INVENTING ITSELF

NEVER-ENDING!

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THAT'S PART OF OUR CULTURE
ONE THAT AMERICA NEITHER UNDERSTANDS NOR RESPECTS
MUCH LESS ALLOW US TO REPRESENT

TO BOTH THE RULING ELITE OF EITHER AMERIKA OR MEJIKO
LA TOTACHA,
a.k.a. CALO,
a.k.a. CHICANO TALK..
is of the LOWER MASSES
"NOT WORTHY AS A LANGUAGE"


"I BELIEVE IT OTHERWISE"
~> FOR IT IS SO REPRESENTATIVE OF OUR BROWN SOUL

THE SOUL OF A PEOPLE ~> THE CHICANO PEOPLE OF AZTLAN

AND THUS IT MERITS RESPECT AND RECOGNITION AS A BONAFIDE LANGUAGE

IN THIS "OUR LAND"

FOR THIS IS "OUR LENGUA"

Why Are We Any Different?

What does society in general fail to recognize about the Homeboys and the Barrio sub-culture?

From my perspective, society in general tends to view the Homeboys and our Barrios in a criminal aspect. Society believes what the media and law enforcement portrays La Raza to be. It views our sub-culture as a scourge that needs to be dealt with by imprisonment. It denies their culpability in the creation of such an attitude developed in so many minds. It fails to understand that we are a resistance to the system that enslaves minds into a life of dread. It dehumanizes our being and the reasons why we are who we are. What good can come out of a sub-culture that thrives in warfare and violence they ask? Little do they realize that the Varrios present so many with a sense of belonging and a way to survive in a world that cares little about an individual. Why do so many adhere to such a culture they ask themselves and it boggles their mind. They can’t find no logical answers to the question. They build jails and create laws that they think is the answer to the problem. They fund programs and studies to try and curve the so-called problem. But they really don’t want to understand the causes and reasons, because they’re afraid to come face to face with their shortcomings. When someone really takes a deep look into what’s going on, they come to realize so many truths as to how it all came to be. American culture is in reality one of ingrained violence to solve problems. American culture is one that instills in people a mindset that in order to belong, the individual must drop all vestments of being different from mainstream. An immigrant must not speak his language. An immigrant must act and behave like an “American”. And if he/she refuses, then he/she must be criminalized and incarcerated. A Vato Loco is not looked upon as a role model; neither can he be a respectable father or caring family member. A Vato Loco cannot be a contributor to positive thinking, nor beneficial to society is the average American thinking. But why can’t he? Why can’t he be looked upon as a reasonable person? Why can he be looked upon as a provider? Why can’t his world be recognized as a benefit to society at large? Why must he be a criminal?

Lets analyze the world of the Vato Loco. . .

The Vato Loco who belongs in a neighborhood doesn’t necessarily have to be a “gang member”. He lives and schools in a neighborhood where there’s all kinds of negative and positive forces working around him, and he does his best to make something out of nothing. He loves his folks and he loves his community. The Homeboys are but an extension of his blood relatives. He doesn’t want to grow up and be a drug addict or a failure in life. He dreams and longs for security just like everyone else in this world. His world is made up of people that at one time or another can help him get by a hardship. Some of those around him offer him protection. Others offer him advice. Others offer him connections to services or material needs. Still others offer him comfort and companionship. If a Vato Loco has a problem at home with his Jefitos, what happens? There’s always a Homeboy who will let him crash out for a few days. There’s always a Homeboy who can steer him to where they’re hiring. There’s always a Homeboy who will listen and give some words of advice; there’s always a Homeboy who cares.

A Vato Loco goes through all the ups and downs that everybody else goes through. He is no different than anybody else. He has heartbreaks and aspirations just like everyone else in this planet. He is no different than Cain or Abel. He’s a Sinner that has pains and bleeds. He feels both love and rejection. And so he acts upon what he feels. He deals with his world the best he can. He is no better and no worse than anybody else. He is a Lost Soul seeking redemption. Some find it sooner, some find it later, and some never find it at all. But why criminalize him? Why cut his chances short? What benefit is there for society if you bring a man down and tear down his soul by rejection and defamation? Absolutely none whatsoever!

El Vato Loco is labeled like a cancer, and treated like one too. He can be beaten, he can be wounded, he can be dehumanized, he can be denied his rights, and he can be demonized and be incarcerated for life, yet still he refused to surrender his soul. He refuses to give in to a system that takes away a man’s identity and submerges him into a matrix of irrelevance. For what good does a man if he gains the whole world but loses his soul?

That soul of the Vato Loco has lived a life full of discrimination, poverty, and filled with a history of violence, yet still survives. So there must be something he understands which is greater than all the money, all the power, all the guns and all the rhetoric that mainstream society wishes to validate itself by. There must be something for which he is willing to lay down his life for another that validates his existance!

The Vato Loco lives according to the same rules that govern all the worlds’ societies. Whether you look at what a Professor, a Minister, a Political Figure or anyone else does, the same things that make them tic and makes their world go-round, these are the same things that make a Vato Loco tic.

Think about it and analyze his world, and you’ll see that his society is but one more amongst the many, legit or otherwise!

The Last Vato

Hey man! I’m cool
What’s my onda? Where am I from?
What am I doing here in this barrio?
You ask a lot of questions
Don’t you know, Ese?
It’s cool. I’m just checking out the old Barrio
I left long ago before your time
I am one of the last Chicano’s of my time
Times were different than they are now
I don’t see much of my own here anymore
The Chicano must have died when I blinked
No! I don’t have familia here anymore
I don’t know anyone here now
They all moved away and had kids
Everything changes and there’s no stopping it
If I were to knock on any of these doors
I would see that the faces have all changed
The old Vato is dead and the Ruka went too
The old Pachuko left and got a job
I am a Veterano without any more roots
I was cut down like an old oak tree
This was my Barrio then, in another time
This was my stomping ground once upon a time
But since I left I can see it has all changed
I don’t see Vato’s and I don’t see Chuko’s here
I don’t see Cholos hanging around here either
Everyone I see now dresses exactly the same
The music has faded and now it is just a beat
It is now just the repetitious thump I hear
There is no more “ritmo” in between the thumps
And they all sound the same, except louder
I can’t tell one from the other without the lyrics
Now everything has to rhyme and offend the ears
It does not soothe like it used to back then
When we would all be moved by the “oldies”
When we all sang acapella on this same corner
I can still picture Anna and Maribel at the curb
Leaning up against the first lowriders in the world
I can see Eddie pull up with Chris riding shotgun
Richard is already parked and Arthur is getting ready
Hector and I are anxiously waiting for the rest of the girls
Anselmo is smiling as René turns the 4-track up
We were all in a newly started garage band nearby
It was an excuse to drink and we all knew it
We would get together at the drop of a hat
My old lady is no longer waiting for me to return
She was once so beautiful and so very young
The smile upon her lips still beckons me to her
She was a half-Chinese and half-Mexican ruka
She had enough inspiration for me to last a lifetime
Now she is gone and I don’t know where she is
And I know that she has already forgotten me
All my old familia is gone along with my memories
The music has faded and I can’t dance anymore
My dreams have all become muddied in the water
It is no longer clear as it had once been long ago
The scenery is still the same more or less I guess
I see the old buildings and they hint to that time
The graffiti and murals are beginning to fade
It gives me fragments of those old memories
I am here looking to recapture some of it
Before I crawl off to die somewhere far away
But at least with the taste of what once was
I am now but a faint relic extinct as the shadows
I can no longer hear the footsteps on the pavement
I can no longer hear the laughter of my “conjunto”
I have become deaf and blind in the absence
I am but a leftover unburied bone in the pile
My memories are no longer accurate in the lie
Yesterday can not be recaptured today or tomorrow
Dreams are the only reminders of another time
And even they have changed through the years
Just like everything else has changed around here
And I have no place to go for I can no longer fit
I am but a piece of a puzzle with rounded edges
I am the last of an era that cannot be compared
I am one of the last Vato’s to roam the old barrio
I hate to admit it but I have become an old relic
I am not able to fit in with the strange new crowd
I don’t recognize the landscape of this old barrio
I am out of place among you like a fish out of water
Or maybe it is just me that has changed in time
Trying to go back to a past that no one knows
And you and I do not even look alike anymore

For I am the Last of the Vato's from the Old Barrio!

El Pantera Azteca

7/31/12

BRING BACK THE OLD SPRAY PAINT STYLE FROM THE VARRIOS


Those 'spiral' letras the bato is hitting up right there...
let me tell you,...those were one of the very LAST new letra forms to come out.
And that was back in the early 90's.
I know cause I used to throw them too.
I aint seen that style of letras ANYWHERE since then.
Used to be in the old days, 60's, 70's, 80's,..homeboys were inventing new forms every couple of years. Those were great times for a true plaquero.

Today??

Man,...I aint seen no new letras in like 15 years holmes.

Think about that chet.
Thats unbelievable.

Its all gone wrong holmes.
Its a tragedy.
I dont see alot of care or respect in the lines today.
No more love for the artform.
No more development.
Its like the whole thing came to a screeching halt.
All I see are troche y moche rounded colored squares. Thats all.


I put alot of the blame on those taggers with their gacho ass scrawlings.
Once they came along and started infesting the walls in the 90's....that was it.
They changed the whole environment in the Varrios.

= SANTOS =

7/15/12

YOUR TOWN MONIKER

By Lonewolf

YOUR TOWN MONIKER


Cities, Towns, States and Neighborhoods have terms of endearment or monikers applied to their town with much affection.

What is yours called?

CALIFORNIA = CALIFAS
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LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA = LOSCA
WILMINGTON = WILMAS,
LONG BEACH = LONGO,
TORRANCE = TORRES,
ARTESIA = ARTA,
FLORENCE = FLORENCIA,
SAWTELLE = SOTEL,
SANTA MONICA = SANTA MONA / SANTA EME
WEST LOS ANGELES = WEST LOS,
EAST LOS ANGELES = EAST LOS,
SOUTH LOS ANGELES = SOUTH LOS,
NORTH EAST L.A. = NELA
SAN GABRIEL = SAN GRA,
BALDWIN PARK = BOLEN PARQUE
WEST COVINA = WEST COVAS,
PASADENA = PASA,
POMONA = POMOS,
GLENDORA = GLENDAS,
PACOIMA = PACAS,
SAN FERNANDO = SAN FER,
ONTARIO = ONTA,
CUCAMONGA = CUCA,
RIALTO = RITO,
SAN BERNARDINO = SAN BERDO / VERDUGO
RIVERSIDE = RIVAS,
FONTANA = FONTA,
TWIN PEAKS = TWINPAS,
FULLERTON = FULAS,
SANTA ANA = SANTANA,
ESCONDIDO = ESCO,
OXNARD = CHIQUES,
SANTA PAULA = SANTA,
SANTA BARBARA = SANTA BRUTA,
CARMENITA = CARMELAS,
BELLFLOWER = FLORES,
SEPULVEDA = SEPAS,
PALMDALE = PALMAS,
LANCASTER = LANCAS,
SAN YSIDRO = SIDRO,
BRAWLEY = BROLE,
CALIPATRIA = CALIPAS,
CALEXICO = CALECIA
WESTMORLAND = WESTMORLAS,
NILAND = NILAS,
THOUSAND PALMS = MILPAS,
ROMOLAND = ROMOS,
SAN JACINTO = SAN JA,
CAMARILLO = CAMA RIO,
THOUSAND OAKS = TOCAS,
MELOLAND = MELOS,
CATHEDRAL CITY = CAT CITY,
GILMAN HOT SPRINGS = GILAS,
YUCAIPA = YUCA
BLOOMINGTON = BLOOMAS
COMPTON = HUB CITY
PARAMOUNT = PERROMOUNT according to DOG PATCH
CENTERREACH = CENTERICA
SAN DIEGO = DAGO / DAYGO
SACRAMENTO = SACRA
SAN JOSE = SAN JO
BRODERICK = BEDROCK
TURLOCK = TURLOCO
WATSONVILLE = WATSON
SAN MATEO = SAN MATAS
FAIRFIELD = FAIRLAS
PITTSBURG = PITAS
SAN FRANCISCO = SAN PANCHO / SAN FRAN / FRISCO
SALINAS = SALAS
VALLEJO = VALLEY JOE
CORCORAN = CORCO
CARPINTERIA = CARPAS
MOORPARK = MORFAS
GUADALUPE = GUADA
MC FARLAND MCFARLAS / MYFAS
DELANO = D x TOWN / DELA
CANYON COUNTRY = CAñONES
FILLMORE = FILTROS
BAKERSFIELD = BAKERS
GREENFIELD = GRINFAS
KING CITY = CROWN TOWN
GILROY = GILAS
HOLLISTER = HOLLIS
WATSONVILLE = WATSON
SANTA CRUZ = SANTAS
GONZALES = GONZA
SOLEDAD = CHOLE
CASTROVILLE = CASTRO
SAN JOSE = SAN JO
OAKLAND = OAK TOWN / OKIE TOWN
SAN BRUNO = SAN BRUJO
PORTERVILLE = PORTERS, PORROS
PIXLEY = PIXLON
TULARE = TULE
SAN LUCAS = SAN LOCOS
MILPITAS = MILPAS
CHINESE CAMP = CHINO CAMP
FRUITRIDGE = FRUIT TOWN
CORCORAN = CORCO
VISALIA = VISA
SANTA MARGARITA = SANTA MARGARA
SAN MATEO = SAN MATA
CONCORD = CONCORDIA
ANTIOCH = ANTOCHA



THE SOUTHWEST U.S. = AZTLAN
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ALBUQUERQUE = BURQUE & THE DUKE
EL PASO = EL CHUCO, EL PASSUCO, LA PUNTA / THE TIP
SAN ANTONIO = SAN ANTO
CORPUS CHRISTI = CORPAS & CORPITOS
FORTH WOTH = FORITOS
EAGLE PASS = EL AGUILA
LAS VEGAS = SIN CITY
EAST LAS VEGAS = EAST LAS
PHOENIX = LA FINIQUERA
CHIMAYO = CHIMO
TAOS = TRUCHAS
TUCSON = TULE
GLENDALE = GRANDEL
DETROIT = MOTOWN
MILWAUKEE = MILWAS



MEXICO
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TIJUANA = TIJUAS
MEXICALI = CHICALI
GUADALAJARA = GUANATOS
CULICHE = CULIACAN
CHOYA = CIUDAD CONSTITUCION
CHILANGOLANDIA = MEXICO CITY
CIUDAD JUAREZ = JUARITOZ
GRINGOLANDIA = United States of America