Says here that "colitas" is Mexican slang for marijuana buds.
"Surely, though, Hotel California is actually a scalpel-sharp allegory set amid LA's desert highways, flash cars and mirrored ceilings, summing up the relationship hedonists have with excess better than any other song.
It draws you in, right from the start: 'On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair/ Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air/ Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light/ My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim/ I had to stop for the night'."
Link: The song that won't check out | Rock Roots And Jazz | Music | Arts | Telegraph.
The pre-renovated and decidedly sordid Chateua Marmont of the 1970s, above.
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