Jack Diaz

"A mexican man sat a stranger on his lap. An indian princess with long chocolate hair (literally). In the comfort of a fast food restaurant they exchanged a vow or two. In the car on the way to a baby's new day they decided to name him Blue. I was a girl. Endless carsick field trips jammed with jazz and classic rock were where I sang just under the noise of the wind. As not to wake my sister. Years advanced and in between the love and tears of adolescence I picked up a guitar. Its true.. adore it so." - Jack Diaz