My name is Luis Malbas.
One of my earliest memories is of playing a piano — or actually, playing with a piano. I would regularly watch my sister practice in the late afternoons after she got home from school. When she was finished, I’d sit where she had sat and hit one key — slowly — at a time. Each note led a path to another note, like different roads paved in black and white.
Then after dinner, my Mom would sit at the piano and ask my sisters and I what we’d like to hear. Depending on the sheet music that was around, we’d sing Elton John, Carole King, Barry Manilow, maybe some Billy Joel songs. Singing with my family after dinner is one of my favorite memories.
I got a guitar for my sixteenth birthday. Took lessons for about a year. Started playing music with some friends. Formed a punk band when I was seventeen. Played my first party at eighteen. Felt like a rock star at nineteen.
I fell in love, got my heart broken, traveled, fell in love, got my heart broken, traveled, fell in love… and somewhere in there I started writing songs. Then singing them. And all the while, playing in bands at parties, clubs, halls, whoever would take us.
I still have the old classical guitar that sat next to my bed day and night, like an on-demand therapist greeting my morning highs and late-night lows scribbled and sung with a notepad and stubby pencil. And I still have that pencil.
The songs on my new solo CD are like journal entries from the last twenty or so years. They’re songs that never found a place in the rock bands I’ve been in, sitting like orphans on the sideline waiting for a chance to get in the game. So there they are and I love each one of them and hope that maybe they have something to say to you too. If they do, please let me know. You can leave a message via one of the social media links at the top of this page, or use the contact page. Thanks!