Ok, this is my actual first post and where do I start? Feels like I just dropped my youngest daughter off a few minutes ago but, I just read in her blog, that she is in Paris. She’s now an official world traveler. That takes guts kid. Bravo! Hours later, I attend a funeral for a dear friend that fought cancer bravely and with handsome humor. Yup. Handsome. His courage looked great. I need it now. His and my kid’s. Question is: with my debut solo show tonight (just a few hrs more) will their courage lend me inspiration, or render me ever so sensitive? It is an epic day of the emotional sort. And I am NOT emotional type. I mean, my nick name was given to me by a friend who jokingly said I was Carlos in “Plural” See, in spanish, “Los” means “The.” You know, like when you get introduced to someone for the first time, and the guy announces “I am Jim!” As if he, out of all the Jims in the world is THE Jim. “I AM Jim!” Well, I AM Los! Ok so there’s no time to reinvent myself at 47. So, I will give them a compromise. No, I don’t mean a break of integrity. I mean that, I will give people only half of what they expect a hispanic Latino musician to play, but half of what I know I really sound like. I am: a complex amalgamation of what our melting pot sounds like. What is that? You ask. One part rebel, one part elegance, one part heritage, and one part, ART. Well…here goes nothing!