#la curandera

[jonathan-parra-acero]

♪ La palma curandera de la mano suya

alivia de mi pena la dolenciaaa ♪

[betweenthebarses]

Curate mi niña con amor del más bonito.

Natalia Lafourcade

[tizianacerralovetrainer]

Ognuno ti vede per come è dentro di se.

Per qualcuno sarai una persona bellissima, per qualcun altro stronza, per alcuni sarai una persona illuminata, per altri rincoglionita. Benefattrice oppure opportunista. Ognuno ti vede per come è dentro di se. Chiarito questo... Conta solo come ti vedi tu. Il resto rischia di diventare una grandissima perdita di tempo.

La Curandera

[geekynerfherder]

'La Curandera' by Becky Cloonan, originally used as cover art for the album 'La Curandera' by Clutch that went to benefit Gilda's Club NYC, a charity organization that supports families who are affected by breast cancer. 18" x 18" 7 colour screen print in a limited edition of 150, with proceeds from sale going towards her sister-in-law to help with medical fees in her fight against breast cancer. On sale Friday January 25 at 12pm CT from the Flat File website.

[ambrosiasky]

First iteration of the La Curandera painting that I’m currently working on. The background wasn’t quite what I wanted as far as they go, so I did a different composition, which can be seen on Twitter and Patreon.

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[kirbyite]

[talesfromacrippledphoenix]

Clutch - La Curandera (cover for the LP single version)

[gatewayradio]

La Curandera ((Notes From the Trial of)) Clutch - 2004

Clutch - La Curandera ((Notes From the Trial of))

Listen to La Curandera ((Notes From the Trial of)) on TIDAL

What’s your comfort food? When everything is weighing you down and you just need a pick me up? For me it’s to go through the Clutch back catalogue. Guitars that just smash your face off, an easy to nod along to blues rhythm and a singer who spouts tales of wonders. In the shadow of Cerebus her spirit will reside. She dances on black sand in the night, In a linen dress. It doesn’t have to mean anything. It means everything to me. Just larger than life riffs being pounded into my skull at breakneck speed while a Hammond organ screeches in the background adding more layers to the cacophony of the trial of La curandera. It’s a small dose of ridiculous dressed in seriousness but with a wink in its eye and jaunt in its step.

And then that eyes closed, head swinging from side to side bridge comes in. Shed not a tear for humanity. God fetch my stars. This is where guitar riffs live breed and grow into monstrosities while being voiced by a man who see the song as a vehicle for maniacal ranting. Guitars getting somehow even heavier as that Hammond organ is taking a beating. And suddenly nothing. Just feedback. Echoing. On and on. Slowly fading to black. As the beast steps away from the mic and the instruments are just dropped to the floor. An uncomfortable amount of looping feedback. The trial is over. No one won. But a raucous was made.