Reply #65: La Lupe

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Wd be remiss if I did not post La Lupe, since she claimed to be devil-possessed during performance (reminding me of Diamanda, whom someone listed, and who, when I saw her, seemed quite possessed, if only by her fearsome performing self).

Side note: La Lupe owned a club in Madrid, not for from the Tavern of the Conspirators (north of the Paseo del Prado) called La Lupe, now owned and staffed by descendents of hers, including a very hot, tall barmaid who sold me, by my insistence over her objection, a tall glass of La Lupe, which is actually meant to be consumed in shots by a few friends.

I didn't finish my La Lupe, but I did dance happily, in prescient honor to Jimmy Jazz, to a dee-jayed "Hateful," from London Calling, as performed in tribute by No Doubt, the only recording by the latter group that I can halfway enjoy.

Time to cook the sockeye salmon, green beans, and rice, then. Too many words, as usual.