The story of singer-songwriter Robert Francis is one of those only-in-L.A. stories. You know, that kind of story where Los Angeles' interconnected social matrix engineers moments of serendipity, where fame crashes into the everyday, rendering something distinct in the ashes. Francis' mother is Mexican, his brother is a Hare Krishna, and his father is a musician and producer. Those elements, those L.A. conditions, make him one of a kind, and his music is too. His brand of mid-tempo, contemporary Americana, comes from an unusual place. As a kid, his father had musicians around the house. Ry Cooder gave Francis his first guitar. Later, on-again-off-again Red Hot Chili Pepper John Frusciante, took Francis under his wing, making the budding songwriter into his very first student. Francis ... Continue reading →

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