Dear Mexican: In 1983 or 1984, I was walking home from work down Haight Street in San Francisco one evening and stopped at Watusi Records to look through the dollar cutout bin. I flipped through it for a bit and then stopped dead when I saw the Jonny Chingas Pachuco LP. I looked closer, saw […]
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