Danny. He grew up in France, in the town of Cognac. He told me that almost everyone he used to know back home was an alcoholic. I guess it makes sense. He moved to Spain in the early 90s. He made a living as a stonecutter in this lovely, picturesque village. Early morning, going up the mountainside for an hour, cutting a rock, then carrying it down to the village again to sell it. Repeat. He had been doing this for some time when he managed to buy a bar – his very own rock bar. He loved rock and roll; fitting for a stonecutter, I thought. I told him something about my musical ambitions, but we never really connected on that subject. Kids music, he said. I agreed.