So this morning I'm attempting to play along with Rodrigo y Gabriela's "11:11" album. I don't care what anybody says: the truth is, there's nothing better for getting your chops up than playing with people who are better than you. Because I highly doubt that Rodrigo y Gabriela will be asking me to go on tour with them anytime soon, I can only play along with their albums.
I'm pairing my imaginary jam session with roasted poblano peppers stuffed with barbecued chicken and goat cheese and topping it with tomatillo salsa and grilled corn kernels. This is such a fantastic music/food combo. 11:11 is a smoking hot album. Motifs and movements and textures tear through songs with intensity and flair and sensuality that are pretty rare in today's Western music scene. Perfect summer album.
