- Los Lonely Boys grew up doing their homework in local bars, where they would play later the same night.
San Angelo's Los Lonely Boys followed a parallel trajectory, although they started out spending much of their childhoods in Nashville. And even though they have been musically adopted by the Red Headed Stranger himself, the Boys are not a country act -- at least, not anymore. What they are now is the future of rootsy Texas rock and roll, having progressed rapidly from being an opening act in dodgy Texas clubs to a national headliner and a co-star at Farm Aid. On the strength of the ballad "Heaven," the band hit the top 10 this summer, almost a year after the re-release of its self-titled debut. The twentysomething Garza brothers -- guitarist Henry, bassist JoJo, and drummer "Ringo" Jr. -- deliver polished blues, rock, country, and various Mexican-tinged sounds, delivered in tight Spanish and English blood harmonies, all on top of a glittering musicianship that sounds as if it comes from players at least a decade older.
Then there are their old-school stage antics. Los Lonely Boys close every show with a number worthy of T-Bone Walker at his prime. Henry and JoJo play their guitars behind their heads while doing synchronized, West-Texas-vato-meets-Chuck Berry variations on the Charleston. Then they play using only their fretting hands while throwing their guitars in the air and catching them one-handed.
They learned it all from their father, "Ringo" Sr. In 1990, the elder Garza, who once played with his seven brothers in a conjunto group called the Backroads, took his family to Nashville with him to serve as his backing band. He had dreams of country stardom, but what the family found instead was alienation, tragedy, and the loneliness that perhaps gave the band its name.
"We stood out," Henry Garza says into his cell phone from the wide-open spaces of a San Angelo Wal-Mart. "Me and my brother JoJo were the only two Mexicans in our whole school, and so was my little brother in elementary school. We would have people come up to us and say, 'What are you?,' and we would say, 'Well, what are you? We're just human like you!' They would just freak out. They thought we were Indians or Arabs or Iranians or something."
Generally, the boys had to put up with the ribbing at school -- and with the handicap of being bone-tired. The life of a working musician, which is tough for an adult, is much more so for schoolkids. "We were kids still in school and playing 24 hours," Henry s(pictured, center) says. "We would get off school and then go do our homework in the bar right across the street and then play there until one or two in the morning and then grab a few hours' sleep before we went to school. Then the same thing repeated, man, over and over."
These gigs were far from the bright lights of Music Row. The family played one-room beer joints among the no-tell motels, pawnshops, and liquor stores that line the city's shadiest thoroughfare. "We lived and played in the roughest parts of Nashville," Garza remembers. "We would walk in to play a country bar, and you've got these three little Mexican boys and their Mexican father coming in to do country music, and people were like 'Whoa! What's going on here?'"
As the elder Garza's dreams faded before the befuddled Nashvillians, he started investing more of his aspirations in his talented sons. "When we were old enough, he took us out there, and we tried to do it, too, man," Henry says. "We improved musically, but as far as getting anywhere, I can't really say that Nashville was the place."
After Henry's son, "Mijo" Garza, died from sudden-infant-death syndrome, Henry wanted to make a fresh start in Texas: "I wanted my daughter to grow up in a good place. I thought, 'It's time to move on. I gotta go do my thing now.' I grew up here in San Angelo, so we came back here. We had to see the big blue," he says. "Up there, all those mountains were getting in the way of my scenery," he laughs.
People in Nashville told them they would be sorry. "We were told we couldn't do it from here. And I said, 'Nah, I don't believe that, man. I think we can be home and take care of our families and do what we need to do wherever, however,'" Garza says.
And so far they have, rather triumphantly. They now have a platinum record under their belts, and they practically live on the road.
"Baby, how many shows do I play a year?" he asks his wife. "A lot, dude," he says, turning his attention back to the interview. "Let's just say a lot."