"Ian McDonald - Fat Tuesday" - читать интересную книгу автора (McDonald Ian)

got to be hotter than Mama MarilenaтАЩs hot salsa. So start today. You want
ten-, twelve-, fourteen-year-old boys to out-sambada you?

First, the stance. Feet apart, shoulder width. Now, bend back from the
knees. Back. Back. Are you making a thirty degree angle with the ground?
ThatтАЩs all right. Next, clench the cheeks of your ass. Tight. You should be
able to carry an Amex card between them all the way from the sambadrome
down to the Square of the Basilica of Our Lady of the Angels where the
judging is held. Once you can do that you are ready for the grind. Swivel
your pelvis, left hip up, round in a circle, back, then your right hip so that
your groin - the entire focal point of sambada - is going round and round
like an aeroplane propeller. When your RPM equals your degree of
inclination away from vertical, you are muy sambadero. But do not forget:
dignity. You got to have dignity, or the boys will laugh. You got to be cooler
than a bottle of Dos Equis in a tin tub full of ice.

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La Baiana: is: twenty-two stone of fun wedged into leopard-print lycra,
falsies jutting like the Guns of Navarone, little troublesome moustache line
virtually invisible beneath a stucco of powder and rouge. Rei de Las
Reims, carnivalado of carnivalados, the designerтАЩs designer. There was
never as titanic an old Queen as La Baiana. From his throne of hammered
flat Heineken cans in Tres Milagros sambadrome, guarded by Playa
Venecia body-shop musculados, he purses persimmon lips as radiantly
beautiful young teevees parade past, wiggling it, jiggling it, pouting and
preening and prinking, pausing in front of La Baiana for that little turn, that
little shake of the tushie.

тАШHe choosing teevees,тАЩ says RosтАЩaтАЩJericho. Tres Milagros much much
famous for quality of transvestites. Big honour, be chosen by La Baiana to
march in Tucuromb├й parade.тАЩ

But the big carnival queen has seen his fellow kairisados and claps
his be-ringed hands.

тАШOut girls, out. Back at nineteen and then we shall see who wins the
prize.тАЩ He leans forward in his throne, peers at Annunciato like he is a turd
sticking to a shower curtain. тАШLa Miranda saves this piece of ass to be our
guitarristo? This is Seu Guantanamera come again?тАЩ

Annunciato, with the unerring caba├▒ero talent for the gratuitous move,
lifts the glass guitar above his head in both hands, strikes a groin-jutting
sambadero pose.

тАШI got his guitar.тАЩ

тАШI got a crucifix, but that doesnтАЩt make me Jesus,тАЩ says La Baiana. But
you can see he is just the littlest, tiniest, poco bit impressed. He indicates
the wall of banked-up amps speak-ers bins drivers mixers decks behind his