About the Creation and Mission of el scorcho!!
The creation of el scorcho was inspired by a photo of Juliette Lewis, a milk carton and my dear friend Ebert Willis, who began creating little newspaper handouts when he began attending college. When I was a junior he asked for my help to create one of his handouts. Inspired by his handouts, I became ambitious that I could create an eight page newspaper/magazine, utilizing collage and scrapbooking skills with unusual poetry and essays written by myself, my friend Lori, Shelley Miller, JR Siceloff, and many other friends. The paper took 4 months to complete and was a spectacular piece of art. Only 30 copies were put out with a budget of $30, $1 per entire copy. It was released in May of last year. Feeling overburdened I went to college and distracted myself from the task. Now, nearly it's one-year anniversary I decided to resurrect my project with endless space to utilize and a passion for making people happy. El Scorcho is now online in hopes of reaching more audience and more contributors.

The Name
In the quest to create a splendid title for my now absolutely kickass idea, I had no clue where to turn. It was sheer luck that over Spring Break, my dear friend Eva gifted me with a copy of Weezer's Pinkerton album. In the midst of a jam out session I came upon "El Scorcho" (the seventh track on the album). Most catching was the bizarre beginning of the song but in listening to the lyrics, I became certain I had found the title for my oh-so-far-out newszine. The writing of el scorcho is extraordinarily down to earth and real, I got empathy and passion for Rivers and the song is beautifully performed. As tribute and awe of Rivers genius, and for love and empathy with this odd song, which rang true to the oddness of what I wanted in my venture, I named it el scorcho. Without further adieu here are the lyrics.
-Rose

The Lyrics of "El Scorcho"
Performed by Weezer, Written by Rivers Cuomo

Goddamn you half-Japanese girls
You do it to me every time
Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello
And I'm jello, baby
But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me
I'm the epitome of Public Enemy
Why you wanna go and do me like that?
Come down on the street and dance with me

I'm a lot like you so please Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me

I asked you to go to the Green Day concert
You said you never heard of them
"How cool is that?"
So I went to your room and read your diary:
-Watching Grunge leg-drop New-Jack through a press table...-
And then my heart stopped:
-listening to Cio-Cio San fall in love all over again.-

I'm a lot like you so please Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me

How stupid is it? I can't talk about it
I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart
(How stupid is it? Won't you give me a minute
Just come up to me and say hello to my heart) How stupid is it?
For all I know you want me too
And maybe you just don't know what to do or
Maybe you're scared to say: "I'm falling for you"
I wish I could get my head out of the sand
'cause I think we'd make a good team
And you would keep my fingernails clean
But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize
'cause I can't even look in your eyes without shakin', and I ain't fakin'
I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon.

I'm a lot like you so please Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me