MOSQUITOS: Xixizinho no Oceano
I always feel like an asshole when someone asks me about the screwy treble clef tattoo on my wrist. Always:
Them: Oh do you play music?
Me: No. I just love the stuff and was 18 once.
The same conversation happened this evening at the B&N info desk. Two beautiful, tan, pretty-eyed people initiated. I ended up jumping on a register later and ringing them up. Apparently they’d been on the hunt for Rosetta Stone to learn Spanish. Why? Oh, because they are moving to Mexico Monday to watch a friend’s hotel and make music. Naturally I needed details on the project. I asked the girl, JuJu, to write down the project names on a swath of receipt paper.
She pointed to the second name in the list*, Mosquitos, and said that one was kind of hard to find online.
I stopped for a second and thought. Hey, these people have cute, perhaps Brazilian accents… could it be? On a whim in high school, I purchased a cute-looking album from the super cheap bin at Vinyl Fever. It was Mosquitos’ Sunshine Barato and it’s a disc of sticky-sweet pop I still rock often. Yes, the same Mosquitos. RIGHT? If you have ever gotten a mix CD from me, it’s likely there’s a track of theirs on it.
It was small, but exciting. Oh, and I saw Garry Marshall hours later upstairs.
HAHA, NEW YORK. You’re so weird but awesome.