Los Lobos Live.

It's easy to trace my history to Los Lobos. A kind guy I totally forget the name of (tall, red hair, lived in Denton ... you know him?) but who wrote for the same site as me once upon a time learned I liked alt-country (when people were still calling it that in the 90s). And, several weeks later, I received a box in the mail filled with albums he had copied from his own collection. Things I HAD to have. Stuff like Ryan Adams and Whiskeytown and Caitlin Cary and Slobberbone and Centro-Matic and Alejandro Escovado and on and on. There must have been 75-100 compact discs in there, no lie. The slipcases still find themselves in my collection, too. I am indebted. Among the many was the Los Lobos box set. It was love at first listen, too. They can do absolutely anything they want to in the music arena. Of that much, I am convinced. And, even though they can tackle rock and blues with panache, it's their Mexican-flavored stuff that I end up liking the most.

I wasn't able to see their show last week when they came through Salt Lake, but I did manage to sit at the feet of a couple of the guys when they played our station. They came, they talked, they played, they drank plenty of coffee. It was all business. Here's a song I managed to grab in the midst of it all, one of my favorites entitled "La Pistola y El Corazon" (which they dedicate to the owners of Red Iguana, incidentally). Watch it by clickety-clicking HERE. (And do so in HIGH QUALITY ... how many times I gotta say it?)