Photograper (for his sins) who fell down, bashed his head, woke up in Mexico in an adobe farm house (just outside of San Miguel) with a stunning view of the the hills, and the stars at night - and his friend Henry Miller's (it's true) house.
He stumbled into town and played live for the first time, at some Open Mikes.
Some generous, and, no doubt alcohol-addled hombre, suggested he record a CD which he did - just him, a guitar and a mike.
Baby steps. A nascent and humble beginning. But, a beginning - of sorts.
Enter the masked guitar slinger, metal meets flamenco - and so many styles between - Mr White - who moved into the nearby cottage.
A bond is forged, a deal (the deal being that there was no deal) is struck and Mr White agrees to produce and record with him - along the way, playing most of the parts - except for a few great prerformances by a cast of international musicians living in Mexico.
The ensuing CD, All My Friends, was the result of some long days and nights spent in a makeshift studio, in the living room of a big house that was kindly donated by a generous soul - in the true "mi casa es su casa" kind of way.
Sr Blanco managed to maintain his cool and coax and cajole (he even tried pleading) some sort of vocal preformances out of the rookie singer. At times he even had to resort to his patented zen production technique of "completely stripping him before he built him back up".
Did it work? You be the judge. One thing is for sure, they became great friends and just recorded some new demos together - a couple of which you can check out, as well
Peace.
