who is possibly the god of guitar but not the evil lord of the underworld, although if you drop one vowel from his name, it does resemble just such a person.
His music is inspiring. His concert was fantastic. I don’t know how his fingers stay attached to his hand, they fly so fast. And he mixes in some personal messages of Peace and Hope that I found quite nice.
I met Joe’s parents. They are very nice people. They took us to the concert. We had dinner first at a Mexican food place not too far from the Alcohol Funded Amphitheater. I talked to his dad about religion and snowboarding, (Utah has the best snow) and his mom and I talked about books and a little about Virginia, (I almost know where it is on the map.) I had a great time last night and the first meeting pressure is finally over. *phew*
Also yesterday, a meeting with the Starving Artists Group. Wardell Brown has found us a regular meeting place and hooked me up with a day pass for the Comic-Con.
quick recap for the kids:
you need to go to a santana concert with me sometime…it’s even better than his cd’s. miss you and hopefully see you soon.
much love,
mom