o we finally got some cars together to do that music video i was talking about. cuz i know all two of you who read this were on the edge of your seat, holding your breath, waiting to know what was up with the video.ha.
rafael and i, no wait, i hate proper grammar, it’s so early 90’s. ME AND RAFAEL waited up at the top of the new salinas parking structure for the guys. then like 3 huge ol’ trucks show up. all of ‘em shiny, rimmed up, and revving their engines.
Now I don’t mean the big ol’ high-ridin’, tires as big as a house, white-boy trucks; they were just regular ‘cool’ GMC souped up, bumpin’ whatever trucks. must be a mexican thing, i don’t know.
anyway, while we’re waiting for the star, the subject of the video, three lowrider-cholo cars show up, with hydraulics. or “airbags” as i heard an 8 year old white kid who was there, drinking out of a bottle that matched his hat - both labelled Jack Daniels.
and then mr. rapper arrives. we go to the level below because it was already dark by then, and we didn’t have enough lighting. as we go down, another two big ol’ trucks show up
so now there’s like no room to arrange the cars anywhere. We had only planned to shoot with three cars, and work around it. but now with ten cars in a not-so-big parking garage, it was a bit difficult.
so one of the truck guys happens to be a photographer or his dad knows a photographer or he stole a camera once….i don’t know, i just remember the guy started acting like he knew what he was talking about and told the guys to arrange the trucks in a certain way.
so they did, after like an hour of moving around, but that left the poor cholo lowriders all alone in the corner. and really, the whole point was to show some “cool” shots with the hydraulics going on in the background while the rapper rapped.
so anyway, we did one take with all the trucks. and then wanted to do another one but a bit closer, but another huge ol’ cadillac truck type thing shows up. escalades i believe these youngins call them nowadays. so we had to wait 15 minutes for them to arrange the new truck in position.
on top of that the truckies started forming a chorus of suggestions on what we should do next.
sigh.so we finally convinced them that we were gonna run through it one more time and then we’d get to their wonderful ideas. but then as we were about to start that second take, the PO-PO SHOWS UP!!
crap. just when we were about to get started for real. we talk to them, lie that we’re still students filming a documentary about the retardation of mexicans caused by the exhaust fumes from their overdone cars. the police didn’t look to enthralled (he was white, what does he care about the toils and snares of our people!? - oh wait, i forgot i was just making that up. never mind), and he told us that a parking garage was not meant for filming, it’s meant for parking, and a place for homeless people to go pee, blah blah blah and other logical nonsense.
he waited as the cars pulled out. only ME AND RAFAEL, the rapper, and the cholo-lowrider were left. we were stalling because of course, the cholo-lowrider car didn’t start and they had to call a towtruck. but a towtruck wouldn’t fit in the parking garage, so he had to call for some cables. rafael is a friggin racer and he ain’t got no cables?? anyway, the po-po drives up to us to ask what’s up and he notices that cholo-lowrider has no plates. the cholo is honest and say it’s cuz it’s not registered yet. copper says well then what the frick is it doing out here, it shouldn’t have been driven. but since cholo-lowrider’s car shop is down the street(true), they were gonna tow it there(false - no towtruck, memmer?).
po-po says alright, but you better hurry. drives off. so as we’re waiting, rafael gets a good idea in his head and starts the lowrider with his battery. the car starts and we drive down toward the exit. and of course, three po-po cars are waiting there. so we all inconspicuously, nonchalauntly park the cars on near the exit as if we’re still waiting.
it so happens that the po-pos were just waiting to get their ticket stamped and they merrily rolled along, away from us.
LUCKY!!
so cholo-lowrider went home and we all planned to meet up again later in a less-conspicuous place.
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dang, that story had a sucky ending. well, it’s truth, it’s real. like an ‘independent’ film, it ain’t no hollywood story. ;)
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