I remember the first time I saw the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show, I was 5 years old. And even though the thought of being an astronaut or a secret agent sounded way cool, I was done! I knew right then and there that this was what I wanted to do,record and perform music.
I grew up in Ybor City, the cigar capital of the U.S. A small little jewel located in Tampa, Florida. In the morning you could smell the cuban coffee and fresh cuban bread in the air. Musically it was a cool place to grow up. There were always jam sessions going on somewhere in my neighborhood.
The 60’s and 70's captured a time and style of music that I loved. Jimmy Hendrix, Santana the early fusion of Gearge Duke and Herbie Hancock.
Of course, being from Ybor City, every red blooded latino guitarist wanted to be Carlos Santana and I was no exception. My fellow musician comrades and I would get together at jam sessions like gun slingers and compare our best Black magic woman or Europa licks. We all tried to play them note for note, it was a cool time in my life.
But the world already had a Carlos Santana, and I was determined to find my own sound so I started listening to totally differant guitarists. Carlos Rios, Ernie Isley, Robin Ford and Buzz Feiton.
These amazing musicians really influenced my life. Soon I developed my own style and eventually played a lot of clubs toured, recorded a little. And then life intervened and I had to put away my guitar and my dreams of playing for a long time. Then, a few years ago I met someone really special who I eventually married but thats a whole other story.
We were going through some of my things one day and she came across a box of my tapes. My girl Carla couldn’t believe that I had put my dreams on hold all these years. So with a little encouragment and a lot of support I went back into the studio and started writing and recording again. So here I am, my passion for music never went away, and it just shows that its never too late to work on your dreams, Now go work on yours.