Song of the day, Veterans Day 2026

It seems weird to wish someone a happy Veterans Day. Today I am thinking about my grandfather and great uncles who served in World War II. Some came back and got on with life well - more or less - while others turned to the bottle to forget what they had experienced.

Since the day was originally an observance of those who were in World War I, that'll be today's theme.

Mushroom light my way

The mushroom house down the street has this lovely shroom that lights up in their yard. There's something oddly comforting about a mushroom all aglow on my walk home from the bus platform after work during these months when daylight becomes an ever more precious commodity.

AMC fails, Marcus to the rescue

Last month I noted that I had seen a trailer for Once Upon a Time in Harlem at the AMC theater in Fitchburg. I remarked then that AMC had a reputation for tempting us with trailers for flix that never actually hit their screens and hoped that they made good on their promise of this documentary as it looks fascinating.

Not unexpectedly there's no trace of it on AMC's schedule but it's nice to see that it opens at Point tomorrow.

Yes, the post-Jon Anderson Years: Unfinished business

If Wikipedia is to be believed, Yes with Oliver Wakeman had not only brought Trevor Horn back for production duties but they had also decided to resurrect the old Buggles tune "We Can Fly From Here", a song Yes had worked on during the Drama period in 1980. To the best of my knowledge they recorded the song back then or at least demoed it. It became part of the live set on the Drama tour, at any rate.

So Horn returns to the fold as producer and suggests that the band turn "We Can Fly From Here" into a side long epic and do so with Geoff Downes behind the keyboards. And thusly a second member of the Wakeman clan departs Yes.

The resulting 24-minute piece of music was christened "Fly From Here" and it came in 6 parts including an overture which introduces us to the piece's themes as any good and proper overture does. Downes' playing here comes in more staccato bursts than Wakeman's did but he ably orchestrates a lush sonic tapestry including what sounds like a recorder/some kind of woodwind thrown in for good measure even if for only a few seconds. Howe gets some good licks in too. White and Squire give the opening some real oomph and make the first 2 minutes a kinetic burst of proggy energy.

Things slow down as part 1 begins. It's the "We Can Fly From Here" that fans are familiar with from the Drama era. David's singing is confident on the verses and simply lovely on the chorus as he more softly intones "And we can fly from here". This is a great song that really moves on the verses with a pulsing bass line and a steady beat that propels the song ahead. The gadarene rush to the sky is adorned with some wonderful harmony vocals all the while. The band still seem to be brimming with enthusiasm despite having already done an electric, fresh-sounding album and canned it.

"Sad Night at the Airfield" opens on a more gentle note as washes of synth adorn an acoustic guitar at the fore. Downes creates an ethereal backdrop for David as he sings "ghosts are in the empty corridors". Squire gets a solo in as does Howe with his pedal steel. This is a wonderfully moody song that picks up a bit at the end but never loses a melancholy feeling of loss. "Madman at the Screens" continues the moody feel amidst the return of Downes' staccato piano. White suddenly pounds out a hectic rhythm on the toms as if the storm that we were warned about earlier in the song has settled upon us. When it got going, I had vague flashbacks to "The Ancient/Giants Under the Sun" as White continued his thunder and Howe's slashing chords added dissonance underneath David's voice.

Until this point, "Fly From Here" had basically been Horn and Downes' baby. "Madman at the Screens" ends with a piano playing that song's main melody before ceding to a brief piece by Howe, the bouncy, upbeat "Bumpy Ride". The winsome interlude sounds quite out of place coming after the preceding 20 minutes which are much darker and dreamlike. But its playful melody has the saving grace of segueing quite effectively into the soaring chorus of the final section which is a reprise of the first.

"Fly From Here" is, I believe, the longest song Yes ever made. With an abundance of good melodies and great playing & singing all around, it works. I enjoyed the overall feel of the song which is darker than is customary for the group. Nothing despondent, mind you, but the imagery is of abandoned planes, an oncoming storm, and "formless memories lingering". The songs paints a shadowy world with ghosts seeming to hover at the edges. But the chorus of "And we can fly from here" is quite beautiful and provides hope of escape in the beginning and at its return during the finale.

"The Man You Always Wanted Me to Be", a holdover from the Wakeman sessions, makes for a nice come down from the epic title track with its poppy feel and more direct lyrics. "Life On a Film Set" is another reworking of a Buggles song dating back to the early 1980s. It begins with a darker feel like the album's title track but Howe turns things around with some jaunty strumming on acoustic guitar while Downes adds a jig-like synth line. The song's ending is marvelous with White's drums sounding thunderous while Howe's guitar takes on a menacing quality with some slashing chords.

"Hour of Need" is another tune from the Wakeman sessions that was kept on. "Solitaire" follows and is the first Howe solo acoustic piece to grace a Yes album since "Masquerade" on Union, methinks. It's quite gorgeous as it bounces from one section to the next with something vaguely country flavored a la Chet Atkins yielding to what I think of as being more classical guitar sounding.

"Into the Storm" closes out the album. I've written plenty about it already as it too is a refugee from the brief Oliver Wakeman era of the band. The version here is mostly the same as the one on From a Page and the liner notes credit Wakeman with keyboards here. Gone, however, is his exhilarating organ work with Howe and Squire coming to fore during those parts. Plus it sounds like Downes added some of his own synth licks and I certainly cannot blame him. Its reprise of the title track's "And we can fly from here" at the end makes for a satisfying resolution and now makes sense, if you will.

Considering the band had already made a great album with Oliver Wakeman, that they recorded another half an album plus of great music is testimony to just what a fertile period this was for the band. 40+ years in and Yes were still making vibrant, spirited music and had arguably regained some vitality that had been lost along the way as the band muddled through the late 90s. The Horn/Downes songs here have a different feel than the rest - as I've said already, they have a darker feel to them and Downes' playing includes a lot of manic staccato stabs of piano. Their stuff has a retro New Wave feel to it - some serious Drama vibes.

I've described a lot of the songs here as being energetic and, while I don't want to sound like a broken record, it's true. Alan White's drumming often propels these songs allowing Chris Squire to lay down some groovy melodic bass lines. There's a lot of dynamics here and I think that Benoît David's voice is outstanding. He is able to tread a fine line between sounding like Jon Anderson and Trevor Horn without slavishly imitating either.

While some of the material here dates back to 1980 or so, the album itself sounds fresh and vital. It does not sound like a bunch of prog rock pensioners - Benoît David excluded, of course, as he was only in his mid-40s when he recorded this album. I feel a bit ashamed at not having delved into this album upon its release in 2011. Better late than never.

 

I am tryin' to keep watch here!

Yes, the post-Jon Anderson Years: Not a Cape in Sight

I've been meaning to write about post-Jon Anderson Yes for a year or more now. At some point I gave their 2023 album Mirror to the Sky a listen and had a moment. Not quite a road to Damascus moment but I found myself becoming enthusiastic about latter day Yes. When I decided to buckle down and write about this era of the band they quite fortuitously re-released this EP which documents their first attempt at an album minus their longest serving singer and a founding member to boot with a slew of additional songs not on the initial 2019 release.

It's hard to keep up with all of the drama in this band (sorry), all of the bickering, and line-up changes. Here's what I've gleaned from Wikipedia and the official Yes site.

Going into 2008, the band was comprised of its "classic" line-up of Jon Anderson, Chris Squire, Steve Howe, Rick Wakeman, and Alan White. An anniversary tour was being planned but Wakeman was advised not to do it for health reasons. And so he opted out but recommended a suitable replacement: his son Oliver. The rest of the band accepted and moved forward with touring plans. These, in turn, were cancelled when Anderson was beset by respiratory problems. Rather than waiting for him to heal, Benoît David, a Canadian singer in a Yes cover band, was recruited to fill his shoes.

A couple years of touring followed and this new Anderson-less Yes began recording a new album in March 2010. By that autumn, however, Wakeman was gone and Geoff Downes returned to the fold. From A Page is a collection of songs recorded during sessions with Oliver Wakeman filling his old man's shoes.

The initial 2019 release had 4 tracks on it: "To the Moment", "Words on a Page", "From the Turn of a Card", and "The Gift of Love". The 2026 version adds 4 more completed tracks plus a bunch of demos. The 4 additional songs that theoretically would have been on the final album had the band not pulled up stakes and gone running into the arms of The Buggles are: "The Man You Always Wanted Me to Be", "Into the Storm", "Hour of Need", and "Aliens". The first 3 were reworked for 2011's Fly From Here while the last ended up on Squire's collaboration with Steve Hackett, Squackett.

"To the Moment" kicks things off with some buzzsaw riffing from Steve Howe that reminds me of "Shock to the System" from Union/the 2nd Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe effort. Wakeman mirrors the riff on organ as Alan White comes in on drums. This Wakeman guy puts synths behind everything. The song slows down and some pulsing, wooshing sounds provide the backdrop for Benoit David's voice to enter. It's warm and in a high register like Jon Anderson's but is definitely distinctive. Squire's bass joins the fray playing the main riff.

The chorus is big and upbeat - "From the moment that the dream sets in...To the moment that you start to pierce the gloom". In classic Yes style we get 3 voices in harmony to complement the lead vocals. Howe's brief solo yields to Wakeman's 70s sounding synths and the song slows down once again for one final breather before it kicks in again and Wakeman is off to the races to take the song home.

What a wonderful tune! The guitar-keys interplay, the expansive harmony vocals, lyrics about dreams - this is archetypal Yes. It was as if there was a Spiritus Ita Est for the band that everyone had tapped into. As my introduction to the younger Wakeman, I have to say he sounds a lot like his old man with those synth sounds. Minimoog? ARP? The playing here feels purposeful and muscular. Everyone sounds in fine form and there's not a note wasted.

Squire's "The Man You Always Wanted Me To Be" comes next. While it's more of a poppy song, Howe contributes some wonderfully melodic playing and Wakeman fills out the sound with his army of electronics and some tasteful piano flourishes. Squire's voice sounds clear & expressive and his bass comes to fore near the end to provide a rhythmic foundation for Wakeman and Howe to solo. Plus Squire is joined by David and Howe and maybe even Wakeman for some vocal harmonies to close things out.

Piano opens "From the Turn of a Card" and remains the lone instrument. I presumed that this was Wakeman on lead vocals here but the internet is telling me that this is, in fact, David singing in a lower register. I don't believe it; this must be Wakeman. Regardless, the first vocal part where he's singing "Tell me what you would say, when things aren't going our way" had some Phil Collins vibes for me - think "Don't Let Him Steal Your Heart Away". The piano playing is majestic and the harmony vocals are wonderful.

"Into the Storm" is wonderfully retro nouveau Yes. It kicks off with a bang and there's those Moog (or ARP or whatever) sounds again. Howe plays his lead line in single notes with a padding of organ underneath. White keeps the song moving at a good clip and Squire's bass weaves in and out of what his bandmates are laying down with typical Squirely aplomb. His Rick sounds like it's all phased with that extra squishiness as on "On the Silent Wings of Freedom". Wakeman throws in some great piano as the full Yes harmony choir intones "Come on and make it now/Into the storm".

The band are hitting on all cylinders here and, for me, this is a grandchild of "Siberian Khatru". It brims over with energy and everyone's performance is full of confidence and an eagerness to help fill the sonic picture. Wakeman is a beast here with every keyboard at his disposal getting a workout. When the song hits its stride the organ plays some simple yet effective chords that help evoke driving down the highway with the top down or, at least, the windows rolled down. I can feel the wind in my hair. A bit of piano here and some fantastic synth that builds tension in the middle verses.

I absolutely adore this song. Listening to it is so much fun and it's a sin and a shame that it hasn't been played live on every tour since they recorded it. Crackling with proggy energy, this tune has everything Yes you could want: Howe's burst of guitar, waves of keys, the drive of 3 (or 4?) voices in harmony, big, squishy Rickenbacker, and a relentless beat.

The song goes out with David singing the refrain "And we can fly from here" so I presume the band were working on "We Can Fly From Here", the old Buggles tune that Yes had demoed long ago, before Wakeman's departure.

In "Aliens" human beings from the 41st century visit us here in the 21st. Another Squire tune, it sees his melodic bass runs accompanied mostly by piano with White's steady playing making the verses flow along with some added synth backdrop. The song builds up to a big final verse with some string-like synths giving a mild epic feel to the proceedings as White's fills punctuate Squires voice.

This song took a little time to grow on me but, at some point, I just became enchanted with Wakeman's piano and how it was enmeshed with the vocal melody. I knew the tune had wormed its way into my brain when I started singing it using the names of my sadly departed cats, Grabby and Piper.

Grab and Pipe are only cats from the future

I like to think that Squire would approve.

His playing on that instrument is marvelous throughout the album. Busy but never too busy, a grand melody here, a workmanlike fill there. The way he layers and builds his parts is simply fantastic. This song was played live many a time in 2008 which I think speaks to Squire's influence in the band but also to the beauty of the piece.

"Hour of Need" was written by Howe alone and it begins with him on his Portuguese 12-string guitar or laúd or whatever it is and it adds a totally different flavor. His playing is alternately gentle, pretty and then rhythmic & energetic. A lovely, hopeful song that pleads for us to address the problems of the world. I loved the synth work here which stood in contrast to the acoustic melody from Howe yet complemented it well.

Wakeman's majestic piano returns to the fore on "Words On a Page" where it's joined by some lovely acoustic guitar. White's drumming here is appropriately restrained - are those brushes? - and, while Squire isn't doing any of his trademark bass gymnastics here, his playing too is melodic and bolsters an arrangement that sounds deceptively sparse initially but whose lushness and fullness are revealed upon repeated listenings.

Considering that Wakeman is listed as the sole songwriter here, Howe sure gets in some generous soloing on electric guitar and, methinks, pedal steel, that really lifts the song and adds something dramatic to it, something a little more muscular. The orchestrated vocal parts in the last minute or so of the song as what sounds like pedal steel plays these soaring, heavenly notes are just magical.

The album closes with a nearly 10-minute track, "The Gift of Love". An orchestra of Moogy sounds usher us into this slow burning epic with White providing a leisurely beat before Howe's lovely notes enter and the songs picks up. Wakeman and Howe share melodic and soloing duties. There are also some gorgeous harmony vocal parts. At one point, I heard a familiar melody and, after pondering it for a bit, realized that it was used a couple albums later on Heaven & Earth in "The Game".

"The Gift of Love" is a very nice song. The playing is strong throughout, it has some great vocal harmonies, Wakeman's army of synthesizers is impressive as ever, and Howe does what he does and does it very well. I like this song but wish it had a little more variation in tempo. It's little too mid-tempo for a 10-minute piece.

From A Page goes to show that Yes were anything but a spent force creatively back in 2009-2010. This album was my introduction to Oliver Wakeman's playing and I am besotted by every ivory he tickles, every synth note that sounds like the future circa 1972. His tonal palette is pure classic prog so these songs have a retro feel to them but the writing and playing are so good that the listener cannot complain. Wakeman left me infatuated with his piano playing whether it was in lead such as with "Aliens" or one of an array of keys such as in "To the Moment". I love how he sometimes takes an everything including the kitchen sink approach to orchestrating his parts but never does his playing feel in excess, the songs are never bloated with keyboards.

Benoît David is no mere Jon Anderson imitator. He's in the same general range but his singing is more direct to my ears. Each line seems discreet whereas Anderson would have words bleed into one another. The lyrics are more direct too with none of the playful word choice merely for the sound present here. David's voice can soar when soaring is what's needed too.

This is a fantastic album to my ears and "Into the Storm" is a stone cold classic. It has so much energy and such a propulsive rhythm - White and Squire are in perfect synch here - and it really puts the rock in progressive rock. The song just cooks!

Truly, this album feels ebullient, the band kinetic. Sadly it was shelved.

Song of the day, 10 November 2026

This song goes out to the person whose comment here a couple days back was a Jack Torrence-like blast of "I want to d1e" over and over and over again.

Sunning

Cleanliness is next to godliness

Autumn colors are fleeting

I didn't get out this autumn nearly enough and so I have fairly few photographs of the lovely colors.

The shrining

The Día de los Muertos shrine at El Sabor de Puebla on the northside is beautiful. Look at all those dried marigolds. Just lovely.

Tasting the UP and other comestibles

My ladyfriend and I paid a visit to Prost! and the will testify that the schnitzel was delicious.

I always leave that place having eaten about 4 pounds of cucumbers.

Hunger pains had me rummaging through the refrigerator the other day and I found one last pie shell so I made a quiche with some ghost pepper cheese.

I have busted open my stash of thimbleberry jam.

It was delicious. A bit more tart than your usual raspberry stuff and was mighty fine on the bread that I baked on Friday.

Cran-beek, as a friend calls it

It's nice to have Cran-bic back. This is one of my favorite fall seasonal beers along with Lakefront's Pumpkin Lager. Since Wisconsin leads the nation in cranberry production, it is a true Wisconsin brew. I love its mix of sour and tart and fruity and malty and it's just tastilicious!

What are you lookin' at, hooman?

Haunches & tummerz

Coming soon, 5 November 2026: Oh no, there goes Matsumoto

Seen at a screening of Godzilla Minus Zero.

What a hoot!

The movie opens with the city of Matsumoto under attack from a giant creature that looks quite a bit like a dragon - think a more working class Smaug. Armed with a 16mm camera, a scientist named Kanji Murakami (who survived the atomic bombing of Hiroshima) and his assistant document the creature's rampage through the city. They are able to bring their film back to Kenji Noda and his crack team at the Large-Scale Disaster Response Bureau.

We learn that this new leviathan came from outer space as a kind of tentacled, clear goo that ate or absorbed the local fauna and grew into the monster that wreaked havoc on the poor Matsumotoans.

Teaming with the U.S. military, a plan is made to deal with the creature, named Ghidorah, who's taking a nice nap after having wrought destruction across the land. A fuel-air bomb proves ineffective so Noda's team attempts to electrocute it. While they're successful in zapping Ghidorah, the electricity does not kill the beast. Not only does Ghidorah shake off the zap, it grows 2 more heads. Oof!

Felicitously, Godzilla, thought to have met his demise in Davy Jones Locker, reappears and Noda's group decides the only option left is to have Godzilla fight Ghidorah. One monster would surely not survive the encounter but leave the victor in a bad way, vulnerable to mankind's arsenal of destruction. To do this, Murakami devises a way to use someone who was left with some Godzilla DNA in her body to act as a lure, essentially, and lead the newly-reconstituted lizard to Ghidorah for a death match.

The woman who got that DNA in the previous movie, Godzilla Minus One, is the lovely Noriko Ōishi who has married the pilot from that same movie, Kōichi Shikishima. Shikishima flies the plane with Noriko connected to Murakami's vacuum tube-laden gizmo which broadcasts her Godzilla essence and lures the creature to Ginza, Tokyo which got destroyed in the last movie. There Ghidorah is hanging out he having been lured to the site by some Van der Graaf generator thingies and the promise of their tasty megavolts. Or was is the amps?

Monsters fight, humanity is in grave peril, and people sacrifice themselves to save mankind. And the monsters fight even more!

Watching the spikes on Godzilla's tail and back start glowing blue got me all excited. My heartbeat quickened in anticipation of stuff blowing up and a grievous blow being dealt to Ghidorah. Fun!

My friend and I caught it on a Marcus Ultrascreen and not an IMAX so we saw a widescreen version of the movie projected onto a really big screen that had the same aspect ratio as your normal, average screen. Or that's how I make it out. I'd love to see this on IMAX as the monsters are framed to emphasize their height and make them all the more imposing.

Godzilla Minus Zero was an absolute blast and must be seen on a big screen - IMAX, preferably - at all costs.

OK, onto the trailers! Marcus shows many fewer than AMC but they also crank the volume way up for them.

Song of the day, 6 November 2026

I was listening to the original on headphones the other night and caught some backing vocal parts that I'd never really noticed the past 41 or so years. Ha!

I rather like this cover.

Put the Wisconsin in the Death Drip

Last weekend my ladyfriend and I made a stop at Viet Hoa and we noticed a new coffeehouse opening across the street. I was reminded of this by a new Capital Times article/listicle about new restaurants in the area as the coffee joint gets a mention.

Upon seeing the sign, my ladyfriend lamented that the owners didn't go that one step further and name the place Wisconsin Death Drip. Now that would have been Very Metal.

BLACK River Falls dark roast.

A lost opportunity.

Red red wine vinegar powder, you make my tongue feel so fine

I first encountered these a couple weeks ago at Whole Paycheck and then again at another store that I cannot recall. Apparently the brand is trying to make inroads into the Wisconsin snack market. When I see a new brand of chips on a store shelf I wonder why then. Have Graza's chips always been available to Wisconsin retailers but none have taken the plunge until recently? Or did some distributor somewhere decide to bring them into the state? (Graza appears to be a Brooklyn, NY company, though I dunno where the chips are made.)

Graza appears, at its core, to be a purveyor of olive oil and so the bag proudly proclaims that these chips were fried in 100% extra virgin olive oil. The bag also says that its contents was "inspired by the chips we first fell in love with in Spain!" Is it mere coincidence that I ran into Spanish-made chips at roughly the same time? Graza's website notes that the chips are made with potatoes that have yellow skin and yellow flesh and also a high starch to water ratio. Their competitors, Graza claims, use bog "standard white chipping potatoes" with less starch. The site also notes that they source their spuds from farms in North Dakota and northern Illinois which gives them a fairly local provenance as far as we in Madison are concerned.

These chips had one of the more complex aromas of any salt & vinegar chips that I've sampled.

Ooh! I remember now. I ran into them at Meat People after seeing them on the shelves of Whole Paycheck.

Sticking my face into the bag and huffing, I got a big oil aroma followed by sweetly scented spuds and then a fair dose of vinegar. But I also smelled roastiness - browned sugary bits along with a very mild bitterness.

There were a lot of large diameter chips in the bag and brown centers were common. Overall bubbles were on the less frequent side. They were sliced thicker than normal which runs contrary to the ad copy on the Graza website which claims the spuds were cut 20% thinner than average. Obviously Graza and I have different definitions of what is normal chip thickness. Without busting out calipers, I will say that I use Lay's chips as a benchmark. They're the gigantic chip maker here, after all, and their non-kettle chips are rather thin. They are very thin and usually very pale - the opposite of these Graza chips.

The added thickness meant that these were nice and crunchy. I don't think I'd ever seen potato chips with such brown centers and assume the sugary starchy stuff is concentrated there. It wasn't surprising then to taste a very well-done type of roastiness that complemented the sweetness of the spuds. I didn't taste any extra salt and the vinegar was on the mild side, though stuffing multiple chips into my mouth at once yielded a decent tang.

I found these Graza chips to be quite tasty, especially the extra roasty-toasty flavor. That they were made with red wine vinegar powder is something that sets them apart but I have to admit I didn't really taste it until I read the ingredients list.

Man? Hoo-man?

Crunch, crunch, crunch on the Superbon

A recent visit to Steve's Liquor did not yield the desired Schlenkerla Rauchbier but I went home with a bag of salt & vinegar chips that were new to my tongue.

Superbon's packaging is by far the most colorful of any salt & vinegar snack I have encountered with an anthropomorphized cow relaxing on the right and a friendly sheep's face breaking the fourth wall by looking directly at us on the left as its ear comes out of the frame. This is also the first salt & vinegar chip bag that is not dominated by light blue which is standard for the flavor for reasons unknown.

In addition to the wonderful packaging, these chips stood out as being the first brand from Spain to grace my table - Chips de Madrid. What are Spanish potatoes like? Would they use a light touch with the vinegar? Do they make 'em differently in Catalonia?

Although the chips' aroma lacked much in the way of vinegar tanginess. it did have a really nice earthy potato smell to it in addition to oil. The chips were of a light gold hue with an occasional brown spot. They were noticeably thicker than your average American spudly slice.

Tossing a couple into my maw, I found that they had a nice crunch to them. They didn't seem to have any extra salt but did have a decent sour zip to them. While I don't know anything about the varieties of potatoes they have over there in Spain, I can testify that the ones used here had a great earthy spud flavor to them and that they were distinctly unsweet.

Not being a food expert/chemist, I am unsure why certain chips have a sweeter taste than others even when the label shows no added sugars. Is it the variety of the potato? Or does handling have anything to do with it? It says here that potato-chipsmiths let potatoes that have been in cold storage sit at room temp for a couple months so that their glucose and fructose levels are lowered. I presume that the sweetness I taste in potato chips comes from these sugars but it's unclear to me if these levels are due to handling, the variety of potato, or both or none.

The chips also had a slight roasty flavor to them which I suppose should be expected considering their slightly darker color. That's another thing: is the color here more due to the cooking time that the chips underwent or more a product of the potatoes having extra sugars?

As expected, the chips at the bottom of the bag were covered in salt and vinaigrette flavouring which made for a nice treat.

The conclusion I come to with most salt & vinegar chips is that they need more vinegar. My tongue should not have to wait to get to chips sitting at the bottom of the bag in order to start going numb. That was the case here but it's OK. If you put enough into your mouth, your tongue will eventually start to feel it. And the potato flavor was quite delicious. To top things off, the illustration on the bag was really neat.

Just a fine eating experience overall.

¡Prepárate para una noche llena de música y energía!

When I go to a Mexican restaurant I am usually reminded that there is a whole other world right here in Madison that exists below the mainstream radar. It's like that China Miéville novel The City & the City with Madison's Hispanic population sometimes seeming to exist in a parallel city where English is not the primary language and culture happens out of the spotlight, away from downtown and the gaze of a well to-do middle class.

I exaggerate a bit as Latinos here are not confined to a certain area of town and take part in the life of the city in all ways but a lot of Spanish language cultural events take place more towards the perimeter of the city and out of the spotlight. Last month I ate at El Pastor on the southside and grabbed a handbill for a concert that happens later this week.

Three bands are playing at the Alliant Energy Center this Friday. I've, not surprisingly, never heard of any of them and likely would never have known about this concert had I not stopped to look at the handbill on the counter by the register.

Los Dos de Tamaulipas are the headliners. Led by brothers Rolando and Orlando Zapata, they are reputed to blend traditional norteño with modern corridos. According to Wikipedia, norteño is defined by accordion and bajo sexto, a 12-string guitar. Of course, there are infinite variations. Corrido seems to be less a musical genre than a way to tell a tale set to music in a particular meter.

Kanales is one of the openers and is the stage name of Mexican singer and songwriter Pedro Haros. He seems to be most closely associated with corridos.

The other opener is a band called Los de la Marka who seems to be purveyors of norteño. Their videos tend to feature a lot of pretty señoritas which makes for some fine viewing.

Song of the day, 5 November 2026

There's a new Godzilla movie out!

Willow in her tube, part a gillion