Alejandro, in a mask or something, was dancing around like a drunk stepping on cockroaches. When asked how he planned to play his next opponent, Alejandro quoted the following:
I stood out on the sidewalk when they busted through the door
And watched that Tito's jacket caught and had him by his arm,
You know the show of that thing nobody knows for sure
Because they found Nancy in her black underwear dead on the bathroom floor.(Ewing sang this line in unison with Escovedo at the concert)
And it makes no sense
And it makes perfect sense;
And it makes no sense
And it makes perfect sense
The Boxing Mirror Review:
Starting with the hollow, spectral whistle intro of opener "Arizona," Escovedo's seventh solo record is colored by his near-death brush with Hep C. He starts things here with a sneering suggestion to "Have another drink on me/ I've been empty since Arizona," and follows with his most accomplished collection. He's edgy and paranoid one minute ("Break This Time") and strumming a Spanish guitar with reflective adoration the next ("Evita's Lullaby"). Even where John Cale's tacky production clutters the message, Escovedo's fixation with death is a triumph.
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