My first professional engagement as a bass player was playing Rock covers to mostly Texan soldiers on an American air-base in Wiesbaden in Germany, in our free time we would collect hamburgers and fries left behind in the canteen and invariably listen to (you guessed it) Freddy Fender's music coming from the jukebox. I'll never forget that experience, my first real taste of country music. His songs still move me to tears. Te quiero mucho Freddy. Descansas en Paz xx