Enjambre (image borrowed)

Enjambre (image borrowed)

By now everyone should know that I talk about Anaheim like if it was my second child. I boast about its achievements and also nag about its shortfalls, but at the end of the day I know Anaheim is as much part of me as I am part of it. I think most true Anaheimers can validate this feeling.

I was about 12 when I first heard of No Doubt. The funny thing was that my cousin in the Bay Area had their Tragic Kindom CD before I ever did. She was a bit older, in high school, and was exposed to different genres of music earlier than my pubescent self. I grew up listening to an assortment of Cumbias, Bandas (think Banda Machos), hip-hop, R & B and House Music (Bad Boy Bill was popular in our household thanks to my older sis), but the “Punk” lifestyle wasn’t part of my everyday listening regime.

It wasn’t until high school that I actually realized there were others who also knew about this band and they helped me get up to date about the story behind them.

“They’re from Anaheim?!” How did I ever miss that? “Gwen went to Loara?!” (Loara being the nearest high school to the one I attended.)

As the facts swarmed in, enough for me to win a Jeopardy round in No Doubt history, that was it for me, my life was never the same. I loved No Doubt. I loved them not because they were the latest hot band to listen to; I loved them because they proudly displayed their roots on their CD covers, mentioned their hometown in interviews and made the rest of Anaheimers present statewide (at the time, now internationally known.)

So where am I going with this? Why am I writing about No Doubt?

Well, about two years ago, I felt the very same way about another band called Enjambre. Apparently everyone else in my graduating class knew about their stardom except for me.

“Hey these guys went to Anaheim (High School)!”

I may be making this up, but I think I even had a Math class with keyboard player, Julian Navejas, and the guitarist with the long curls, Javier Mejia, who could forget him? Actually, my very good friend still claims she went on a date with him to Chuck E. Cheese.

As I recall them, back in those days Julian and Javier sat by the table nearest the Choir room (during lunch), go figure! What most intrigued me then was Javier’s sense of fashion. He stood out amongst the rest of us who were so desperately trying to fit in. He rocked the curls better than I did, wore velvet blazers and skinny jeans; his wardrobe just screamed, “Rock star.”

And sure enough both Javier and Julian alongside his brothers Luis Navejas, Rafael Navejas and childhood friend, Angel Sanchez, became rock stars. Much of their success is thanks to their strong fan base in Mexico, the country that they now reside in. However, before the record label signage, international tours and gold records, there was Anaheim.

Like No Doubt, Enjambre will be showing off bits of Anaheim to the world. On Thursday, the Latin alternative rock band will be releasing the first out of 4 documentary style mini-series videos. According to a radio interview on Youtube, the videos will reveal the stories behind how Enjambre was born. In it fans will be transported to Orange County, revealing intimate home videos from the Navejas brothers, the old Alma Mater, Anaheim High School, where Julian and Javier began rocking out, Angel’s hometown Fresnillo, Zacatecas, and a look at some of the many locations their music has traveled.

As a former school mate of two of the band members, I am beyond excited for the release of this project and will certainly be tuning in. The videos will be made available on Enjambre’s YouTube channel.

A special thank you to Javier Mejia for sending me the teaser video. Anaheim is very proud of you all!  Follow the link below to watch the #GarageMusic teaser.