Laughing Coyote’s Blog

After many years of ignoring one of my many loves, the one that played a big part in my healing, I purchased a cheap classical guitar made in China, the brand name, “Tiny Boy”. I suppose it got its name because it was a bit smaller than a regular and larger than a childs guitar.

The Giannini I had owned until some point during eight transistions when it mysteriously disapeared was the reason for the purchase.

I just wanted to get back into the music and “Tiny Boy” did the trick. It took about a year to get my chops back playing with the Golpe (the tapping on the top of the guitar) in all the right places. The rest was easy after that.

I was playing one night when this young lady kept yelling,  ”palmada tu muchacho minu’sculo,  palmada tu muchacho minu’sculo” and the other patrons laughed each time she yelled it.

I had no idea what she was saying that was so funny until I asked a friend later. He laughed as he told me, “it means, slap your tiny boy, slap your tiny boy” but I wouldn’t take it personal. I suppose you had to be there.

I have since traded in “Tiny Boy” on a “Manuel Rodriguez e Hijos.” Now something is lost in the translation when she yells out,  ”palmada tu Manuel,  palmada tu Manuel.” The patrons still laugh though.