My only conversation with Monsivais
When I worked, I was once commissioned a recuadrito for a story on the rivalry between defense and satelucos, with views of famous writers and historians in this regard. Soups told me silly things like that crappy Satellite everything was back and very nearly had the Carlos and Charlies and well. Alfredo Jiménez not remember anything, but asked me to speak at night to see what was happening; when I called had written a minicrónica of an alleged drunken brawl between a satellite and some from here (that's when I first heard the word "incróspito" which is my favorite), and me "dictated." A Ángeles González Gamio grabbed her while she was buying things at the supermarket. Juan Villoro I wrote a copy-pastearé textit that the end of this post. I also called
Monsivais. The conversation was as follows:
I : Hi, Carlos?
Monsi : Yes
I : I'm Tamara, Chilango magazine. I'm calling because we're doing a story on The legendary rivalry between satelucos chilangos and what do you think about it?
Monsi : No such rivalry. It is an invention.
I : Eeeem, well, thanks!
FIN.
I'd like to talk more with him. Sniff. Never interviewed or talked or anything.
Indeed, Chilango box was never published. **
Here Villoro unpublished text:
Satellite Town know from the outset. My cousins \u200b\u200blived in Echegaray and I liked the way due to the Torres de Satélite, the most futuristic landscape of the early year 60 (the towers are of 59). I remember an ad in the new suburb of the capital was promoted by Martians!, The perfect inhabitants for an area so new.
Since I was a fan of the "Jetsons" thought earliest Satellite City would be covered by spacecraft. It was fashionable to find UFOs and as the City is a city that has had more contacts in the "third kind", it seemed logical result in Ciudad Satellite, a platform for aliens. Over the years, the place became less cosmic. When high school student, Satellite for me was the stronghold of the clubs with ribbons. In Mexico City, forcing the musicians' union to have sets so that the new discs were the State of Mexico. Satellite did not proliferate in the runways that portends in my childhood but Texas-inspired shopping. The site already seemed less outer space to Laredo. All this on the banks of the Loop. In streets, satellite remained mysterious. The circuits were very pronounced curves and looked back upon themselves as if under a maze. The streets boasted rare heraldic plates, thought worthy of a medieval castle in a place with (Arkansas and Toluca).
I've met some eminent satelucos as Oscar Sarquiz, most knowledgeable of rock in Mexico, Emilio Ebergenyi, unforgettable speaker of the program I wrote for Radio Education ("The Dark Side of the Moon"), the members of Café Tacuba, my favorite country band, Julieta García González, author of the novel "steam", and many others. However, the relationship with the northern tip of the city ceased to be fluid when the traffic became a real transfer path of atonement. From that moment crystallized the saying: "No passion that lasts beyond the Bullfight." If you knew a girl who lived in Satellite fantastic and you lived in Tlalpan, were lost. I think the difficulty of access forced us to think that they were sateluctos as interesting as we'd like, which lacked the culture of Mesoamerica and somehow belonged to Arid America. The cars were to blame and the lonely road, the impassable peripheral. For me, it remains the ideal place for the Martians landing. Photos
