I am in Florida on next-of-kin duty tending to ailing parents, so I had to miss opening night at Boulder Station. My daughter shot this pic.
My wife told me the band was cookin' (surprise, surprise), and that Gil took one solo in particular that was off the scale. Likewise, Pepe fried the tubs during a solo.
UPDATE, Feb 9th: Got home late last night. I turn 60 today. Lots to think about. On one topic, FYI, Jerry Lopez hipped me to a wonderful book by acclaimed novelist Steven Pressfield entitled "The War of Art." Buy it.
Jerry, I could not be more grateful for this heads-up.
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