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Captain Cheech
Cheech and Chong! There was a time—and I swear to you it wasn't so long ago, barely, like, the day before yesterday—when kids would listen to their big brothers' and sisters' Cheech and Chong records and laugh our goofy heads off. At the nasty jokes, the drug references, the glorious sound of America's Youth talking back to its stoopid parents: it was liberatory education that cracked you up. Raunchy humor didn't get much better nor more subversive than that.
So what was I supposed to do the other day when my pint-sized roommate whose occupation as far as I can tell is to fool around merrily resisting my parental authority brought home from the library a book called Cheech and sat on the floor paging through it, laughing his goofy head off?
I had to read it, of course. Just as Críticas described, it's a rollicking tale of a young mariachi band called the Cheecharones that winds up in a battle of the bands that includes some outrageous rock groups.
I didn't try to point out obvious parallels to the "Rock Fight of the Century" in the Cheech and Chong
movie Up In Smoke. Let the boy discover that one later. The real news here is that last week HarperCollins came out with another book by Cheech Marin and illustrator Orlando Ramírez, called Captain Cheech.
The Cheecharones are in this one, too, and like its predecessor the book is available in English and Spanish-language editions.
If you want a testimonial, here's one: my five-year-old companion giggles insanely as soon as he sees the cover picture. It's almost as if he's, well, stoned or something.
As for Cheech, he will be 62 a week from this Sunday. He's a noted collector of Chicano art and is evidently still attuned to the sense of humor of America's Youth. Ah, and just FYI, chicharrones are pork rinds.
Captain Cheech
July 1, 2008
Cheech and Chong! There was a time—and I swear to you it wasn't so long ago, barely, like, the day before yesterday—when kids would listen to their big brothers' and sisters' Cheech and Chong records and laugh our goofy heads off. At the nasty jokes, the drug references, the glorious sound of America's Youth talking back to its stoopid parents: it was liberatory education that cracked you up. Raunchy humor didn't get much better nor more subversive than that. So what was I supposed to do the other day when my pint-sized roommate whose occupation as far as I can tell is to fool around merrily resisting my parental authority brought home from the library a book called Cheech and sat on the floor paging through it, laughing his goofy head off?
I had to read it, of course. Just as Críticas described, it's a rollicking tale of a young mariachi band called the Cheecharones that winds up in a battle of the bands that includes some outrageous rock groups.
I didn't try to point out obvious parallels to the "Rock Fight of the Century" in the Cheech and Chong
movie Up In Smoke. Let the boy discover that one later. The real news here is that last week HarperCollins came out with another book by Cheech Marin and illustrator Orlando Ramírez, called Captain Cheech. The Cheecharones are in this one, too, and like its predecessor the book is available in English and Spanish-language editions.
If you want a testimonial, here's one: my five-year-old companion giggles insanely as soon as he sees the cover picture. It's almost as if he's, well, stoned or something.
As for Cheech, he will be 62 a week from this Sunday. He's a noted collector of Chicano art and is evidently still attuned to the sense of humor of America's Youth. Ah, and just FYI, chicharrones are pork rinds.
Posted by Bruce Jensen on July 1, 2008 | Comments (0)
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