Mexican American Boxing in Los Angeles by Gene Aguilera Arcadia Publishing, 2014 127 pages A long-time music promoter, boxing manager, community banker, and vintage record collector, Gene Aguilera can now add author to the list of the colorful callings in his life. In his new book, Mexican American Boxing in Los Angeles, Aguilera offers a profoundly researched history of the sweet science. A meticulously documented study, the book is also exhaustively photographed and includes a vast collection of memorabilia that documents the length and breadth of Latino boxing in Los Angeles for well over a hundred years. The former manager of bantam weight title fighter Ruben “El Puas” Olivares, Aguilera is a yearly guest at the Boxing Hall of Fame and has assembled a history here that has, until now, been missing in a city that is so fixated on spectacle, pomp and circumstance. Mexican American Boxing is a thrill ride you won’t be able to put down. Told in a dynamic style that parallels th...

by Felipe Agredano-Lozano, MTS photography by Emmanuel Sandoval I was born into a war of religions. My paternal abuelita, Enedina González viuda de Agredano, was a fervent Guadalupana Católica de hueso colorado. She stood adamantly opposed to any new secta de protestantes. So when my maternal abuelito Pedro Lozano had a religious conversion in the 1950s, it was a battle of familias. Both believers were from the Los Altos de Jalisco, arguably the most ferociously Catholic and Pope-loyalist region of the “New World.” News of his joining the wild religious cult of firebrand “aleluyas” was alarming news in the village.   His band of Pentecostal-Apostólicos in California sent shockwaves through this Cristero region of Los Altos. Decades later at a raging holy-roller service in August of 1969 in El Siloe Apostolic Church in East L.A., my mother, pregnant with me—the fruit of her womb—was baptized in “Jesus name.” She did it behind my father’s back. Both had grown up in the Holy...

This year we wish to express our deepest thanks to all who helped keep Brooklyn & Boyle afloat and proudly announce that our end of year cover is a piece by the legendary Ignacio Gomez entitled Elysa's Christmas . Donate to Brooklyn & Boyle and support your favorite magazine on East Side/LA Arts & Life before the end of the year! We look forward to bringing you more arts, culture y comunidad in 2015. Y feliz navidad!

By Abel Salas Every Veteran’s Day, I call my father. He’s 82 and comfortable with a cell phone. He raised a total of nine children, seven with my mom and two with his second wife. He is proud that all nine of his kids finished high school, that one is a doctor and another works in Washington, D.C. for the Labor Department. He is not proud when he talks about his military service as a member of the 7th Infantry Division in Korea. In fact, he has a hard time talking about it at all. Like many Americans of Mexican descent, he enlisted. Full of the belief that he was going to defend his country, he hopped on a Greyhound from Houston to Killeen, Texas for basic training. He was so thin and slight in stature that he was only charged the children’s fare for his bus ticket. At Ft. Hood, he boxed in the lightweight class before shipping of to Seoul. Fighting alongside Ethiopian and Colombian battalions who were there as part of a United Nations force, he was wounded during the months-l...

​ This month, we honor Latino heroes, veterans who served in the armed forces and came home, often to face difficult readjustment. My own father was wounded in Korea, was awarded a Purple Heart and, finally after much prodding from his children, sought treatment for PTSD during his late '60s. He is now 82. I am extremely proud of him for his bravery and for making it back from what he describes as the worst nightmare anyone should ever have to bear. Even as children, we were not allowed to use or play with fireworks on New Year's Eve or the Fourth of July because the sounds made him uncomfortable and reminded him of the hell that was war. He saw terrible things as an 18-year-old enlisted man, things he has been very reluctant to describe. Every year, I call him on Veterans Day. This year, he said not to wish him a happy Veteran's Day but to instead wish him luck with a surgical procedure he underwent yesterday to replace two stents in his heart. Here in Los Angeles...

Welcome to Sam's Barbershop, the funniest (and cheekiest) column on LA's East Side! “Is there a long wait?” “Maybe ten minutes. Just one ahead of you.  Chuy there is next.  This is Carlos, and over there in the other chair is Al Valdez, better known as Buckets.  Buckets is getting his haircut by my partner Art, my name’s Sam.” The stranger nodded in acknowledgement, picked up a copy of Sports Illustrated off a table, and sat down. “Hey you guys, what do you think of Gloria running for City Council?” asked Chuy. “I thought she got turned out and couldn’t run anymore,” said Art. “Termed out,” corrected Sam. “Whatever.” “That only applies to Supervisor,” said Chuy. “What’s the difference?” Sam shook his head in exasperation and continued to cut Carlos’ hair. What’s the matter Sam, don’t you think it’s a good idea?” asked Chuy. Sam remained silent. “He doesn’t like her,” declared Art. “Come on, man, you know that ain’t true.  Molina has done a good job, ...

by Abel Salas Are we witnessing the slow death by commercialization of the Día de los Muertos tradition? Each year, with the ever-growing tidal wave onslaught of events, art exhibitions and celebrations sponsored by corporate interests who are only keen on marketing products that are at best unharmful and at worst, far from benign, I have to ask myself. For the record, I won’t go to Hollywood Forever Cemetery ever again. Sure, it was cool for a while, an opportunity to see some interesting altars, hear some great bands, many of whom I’d known from work on the real East Side and as a former record business professional in the Latin music industry. But after witnessing half-hour to an hour lines for watered down margaritas there and paying a cover at the door, I threw up my hands and said, “enough.” Día de los Muertos in L.A., as an expression of creative energy wrapped in the rebozo of our spiritual ancestry and our indigenous roots, was first celebrated by artists and communit...

​ Six years ago, when I began the epic experiment that would become Brooklyn & Boyle , it was, essentially to nurse a broken heart and a nearly broken spirit back to life with a return to work as a writer, work I had begun in earnest while still a child. Had a grand total of $80 and a laptop borrowed from the DJ sound booth at Eastside Luv wine bar y QueSo to get started. I had no idea it would last as long as it has. I was told by Mark Kraus at Josefina Lopez' Casa0101 Theater today that the paper appears to be very well established. Admittedly, it has been the toughest struggle I've ever faced. We still fly by the seat of pants on a shoe-string, but along the way I've been blessed with the opportunity to meet, share and work with countless creators and makers of culture, art & artesanía. In the spirit of gratitude we offer this Saturday's survey of cover art from Armando Duron and his family's collection at Rock Rose Gallery i...

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