Sometimes it feels like all your candy just got smashed and there is no hope of being able to put it in your mouth. But, if you just force yourself to concentrate and put one foot in front of the other you can get to the store and pick up a new roll. I was sitting at one of those noisy tables in the San Francisco Westerfield Mall food court digesting a good dose of aural candy as supplied by my iPod. I was examining the two cigar boxes that I had just purchased from some annoyed package store clerk when I could tell someone was standing in front of me saying something.

“Hey dude, are you Matty from Matty’s Bit of Space?”

I pulled the iPod ear buds out and chatted briefly with what appeared to be a gay 20-something skater boy named “Danny” — Danny made my day by telling me that I looked just like my on-line photos and he had imagined that I would look all “fat and fucked-up” but that I looked “cool” and “good” —- I thanked him and fought the urge to drop and offer to open a church up in his name. “Danny” also told me that I was the reason that he and his boyfriend discovered Goldfrapp. Then he asked me what I thought of a purchase he had just made at Nordstrom’s. A cool pair of jeans and a hoodie covered in an odd wall paper sort of pattern that was totally cool. I was a bit shocked at the sticker price of both clothing items, but he stressed that they were really bargains. I agreed that he had secured cool designer threads.

I asked him if he ever commented on the blog and he told me no. He asked about the cigar boxes and I told him I wasn’t sure why I liked them so much but that I do. And, he then wanted to know to what I was listening on my iPod. I showed him. I was, and, have been listening to Miguel Bose quite a bit. At that moment I was listening to an older “LP” called “Velvetina” …I confessed to “Danny” that I had discovered Miguel Bose thanks to the cover of his latest CD. He was so interesting looking that I had to check out his sound — and I was sold after hearing his first song.

Miguel Bose has been around a long time. In fact, he has been recording longer than Madonna and is quite popular in both Mexico and Spain. I knew of him as an actor, but had no idea he wrote and sang music. It seems that he has performed a wide variety of music — ranging from New Order-like synth pop to smooth Latin grooves to romantic Spanish love ballads and all (in recent years) with a touch of Hip Hop/Electronica cool. I don’t speak Spanish or French, but these two languages seem to say so much just by the phonical sounds. No matter what is said, it sounds sexy. I can tell that much of his recent work is quite political in nature. This is smart adult pop which almost seems like a Spanish/French twist sort of fusion that is infectious to the ear. “Danny” asked if I was going to be writing about my new fave musical artiste. I told him that I thought I would. And, so I am right now.

But, how to fully explain the sound and texture of Miguel Bose? For me, his music is a bit like sweet hot candy that melts in the mouth. You have to take care, tho. If you should happen to touch your lips at the wrong moment you’re likely to end up with sticky fingers. Yeah, this is how I would describe the sound of both Bose’s voice and music. Sticky, sweet and hot candy.

How I ended up with all of his music in such a short time is a whole other story which I do not care to share. But, I guess it was worth it. Miquel Bose pop rocks like no other!

“Danny” said goodbye, tossed his Nordstrom’s bag over his shoulder and grasped his scruff’d up board and headed toward Market Street. It was time for me to head back home. I put the cigar boxes back in the plastic bag and headed to the Powell Street BART station.

…As per usual, I started to feel a bit dizzy in my non-stop disorientation.

I trip’d and fell down the stairs at BART. …Luckily, I don’t think anyone noticed. Or, maybe, it was just that no one cared. I was ok. My foot hurt a bit, but the cigar boxes and my iPod were OK. I headed home to a very affectionate puppy and a sink of dirty dishes.

I was listening to my vinyl of James Taylor’s “Sweet Baby James” as I wrote this.

January 22, 2008. Tags: , , . Uncategorized. 24 comments.