I went to Mexico City in 1974 to pick up a band named Vicente de Orta.
Mexico was an absolutely beautiful country, and it's like anywhere else, the politics get in the way of countries immaculate geographical landscape.
I was impressed by the warmth and kindness of its people. They made me feel like a Mexican.
When we were driving back up to the states through Mexico, going through Chihuahua the band broke out their instruments and played, 2 am in the morning driving through there.
When we were driving back up to the states through Mexico, going through Chihuahua the band broke out their instruments and played, 2 am in the morning driving through there.
What a beautiful experience!
It absolutely was! And it was a long story how I came to have that particular job, I was a formal ballroom dance instructor, and my boss was the one who owned the business and hired the band to come up here and play.