Music, Money & Free Drinks

I was born in Tijuana, the third kid in a household of eight. By 1968, we were living in San Juan de Dios. At night I remember going to bed listening to a mariachi’s trumpet playing “El niño perdido” (The Lost Child). At the age of 7, I was part of the parish theater group. My father was a journalist and my mother a businesswoman. After Mexico City’s Tlatelolco massacre, my parents decided to leave the city and settle up north. Mexico was no longer a safe place, and the family believed they would have better opportunities in Los Angeles.