!Quermos Rock!

And in Spring Branch is one of the focal points for fans of Spanish language rock: DJs Centro Musical. It's a tiny little record shop in a dingy little strip center, and the inside of the store looks like the tenants either aren't quite finished moving in, or aren't quite finished moving out. The floor is concrete, and the only furnishings in sight are the swivel chair on which the young cashier sits behind the checkout counter and eight or so CD racks that aren't exactly overstocked. There's one of everything by the big name acts, but not a lot else. It's about as far from Planet Music as you can get, but it's got one rock and roll accouterment that you can't find most places anymore. While you're flipping through the stacks, trying to decide which Maldita Vecindad disc is the best buy for a neophyte, the kid -- whose name turns out to be Vlady Engadi -- has gone back to his chair behind the counter, pulled a beat-up Fender from its prop in the corner, and begun strumming chords along with the rock and roll song playing through the store's speakers.

It turns out he's in a band. You just haven't heard of them yet.