Funny Story.

Right before my last show in LA, my opening act called and cancelled. We're talking the day before. I nearly flipped my sh*t. Luckily, she said she knew someone who could fill in. Turns out, her friend and very talented musician, John Torres had agreed to play. I hadn't met him before, so I was looking out for him the night of the show, not quite sure what he looked like in person. So I was setting up for the show - you know, the glamorous load-in that established acts have groupies do, when John walked in.  I was in some super high heels (which I take off while I play anyway, but thats not the point) and I turn and say "Oh, hi! Are you John?  It's so nice to me--"  And then BOOM, I miss a step and face-planted into the beer soaked floor.

Way to make a first impression, Whitney.

It was so tragically embarrassing, that he didn't even laugh. He though I might be actually hurt. Oh yes, it looked that bad. What can I say, I'm a complete klutz. Anyway - Fast forward to showtime and the John Torres band (er, duo) were nothing short of amazing. John on guitar/vocals & Tino on cajon, they are a sexy blend of captivating performance, strong melodies and lyrics that make your heart swell & hurt at the same time. Check 'em out, especially their song Hallelujah, you won't be disappointed.