I never thought Mexican-american streetgangs and suburban dream pop could work so well.
If curious, the video footage comes from a documentary called Children of Violence, about the lifes of kids in a hispanic street gang in Oakland. A shitty (but I'm so glad it's there) cam recording of it can be found on youtube at the moment. (liiiiiink)
Woman: I enjoy your show and I've been trying to get through for quite a while. Man: Well, We're glad you kept trying Woman: Umm. I have this problem. Last July, I was assaulted...sexually, and ever since then, I've been having trouble sleeping. Man: How old are you? Woman: I'm 22 going on 23 Man: Medicine...Counseling...Anxiety...Sleep Programming ..Medicine...Sleep Programming ..Anxiety...Counseling...Medicine...Sleep Programming...Depression...Anxiety...(etc.) Woman: Well, they told me, when I have these bad dreams, to try and put endings on the dreams, like I come out a winner. But everytime i try to do that, I just...don't get anywhere. It seems, I keep having the same dream over and over every night, and that's why I'm up so late. Woman: And I watch one soap opera a day. And if he happens to walk in the house, I'm paranoid. I just jump up and turn off the TV. Except he says, "Is that all you're gonna do all day, just sit around and watch TV?" And I love to travel, so I've mentioned traveling to him. And finances are no problem. But he says that he did all the traveling that he wanted to do while he was in the service.