Saturday night ended at Northside Tavern, a small joint that’s a fixture in the Atlanta blues scene. As we pulled up, my companion read the marquee saying “The Breeze Kings” outloud, my response to which was a mumbled “no shit”.

Seven or so years ago I worked with Carlos beneath the doorknob to hell, and even then he was the lead for The Breeze Kings. Since then we’ve exchanged emails on a semi-annual basis and despite my efforts to see him rock the house, our schedules haven’t allowed me to.

It was a sign then, that fate brought us back together. An oustanding front man and proud new poppa, Carlos owned and worked the room.