It's Dia de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead. This is an ancient Toltec and Aztec celebration that got a dose of Catholic tradition when the espanoles came in 1519.
If you'd like info on making a cool Day of the Dead shrine, contact my comadre Kathy Murillo over there at Crafty Chica.
Plus here's a Loca Ritual on Dia de los Muertos so you can honor your ancestors and loved ones in a healing way.
Usually I feel upbeat and jovial on Dia de los Muertos, but this year I feel somber.
I miss The Ramones. Joey, Johnny, Dee Dee....two gone to cancer, one to a drug overdose.
I remember seeing the Ramones play a free concert in San Francisco when I was 14. After that I was hooked. So in honor of you, my original grungesters I say...
"1,2,3,4... 1,2,3,4!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and "Gabba Gabba Hey!"
Joe Strummer of the Clash. He helped form my consciousness.
Kurt Cobain. I shake my head in confusion, and I wish your soul peace, Kurt.
I feel jovial when I think of some of the wonderful people whose lives touched mine, such as my grandmother, my uncles and aunts, my cousin. I anchor my emotions to them when the sadness of dead musical heroes gets to be too much.
That is the bittersweet joy of Dia de los Muertos: laughing and crying, celebrating and longing.
All My Relations.