she's a black magic woman and she's trying to make a devil out of me

I just bought tickets to go and see Santana on November 14th. I feel like I'm preparing to dine with a deity. For the record, he is likely the greatest guitar god still alive, and even despite his forays into matthew good/bad/dave/ugly/whateverthefuck territory in the late 90s, he remains very worship worthy. Needless to say, I'm psyched.

mood:dance-y music:classic spanish rock guitar odour:rockstar future plans:sex, drugs, rock'n'roll