richie valen

You’re mine your lips belong to me,They belong to only me for eternity.

Eres mía tus labios me pertecen, me pertenecen solo a mí hasta la eternidad.

~via La Luna En Tus Pies


The McCoys - Come On Let’s Go (Richie Valens cover)(1966)

So this weekend’s been pretty cool. Yesterday I got a fresh tattoo at Sin City tattoo in Pacoima. Right after I went to watch a drive-in movie with the homies. Kinda gives you a sense of nostalgia and pride watching La Bamba surrounded by the Pachuco car club and all the homies in lowriders with bands playing the oldies.

“The Day the Music Died”
Buddy Holly, (pictured) Ritchie Valens, and J. P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson, perished in a plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa, on February 3, 1959.

With Rock ‘n Roll stagnating in the mainstream at an unprecedented level. We need the likes of y’all more than ever guys…


Almost forgot - today’s The Day The Music Died.

On my cross-country move last year, I stopped by the site of the accident that took the lives of Buddy Holly, Richie Valens & JP Richardson (The Big Bopper) outside of Clear Lake, IA. It’s farmland and miles from anything. Even in March it was bitterly cold with crazy winds whipping across the plains.

Not that there’s any good way to die in an airplane accident, but in the dark, freezing and not discovered until the next day is not at the top of my list. 


We took a detour down a dirt road to visit the place where Buddy Holly’s plane went down in Feb ‘59. Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper also died that day. The site is marked by this steel sculpture. A perfect tribute to a great American talent.