Born in Huntington Park, Angel's family was always on the move. A lot. He grew up in many of the more glamorous small towns of Southern California; South Gate, Watts, Compton, to name a few; maybe not glamorous, but ultimately the hotbed for today's music. He also got thrown out of many of the high schools in those towns for the typical "angry young man" reason, which is why he settled down, went to college (Cerritos) and studied a whole semester of, you guessed it, golf. Before you start making jokes about his putter, etc., please don't forget he could probably kick your ass through the internet, so it's best that you don't. The one constant in Angel's life has been music, all kinds of music. His father was a Doo Wop singer who gigged with The Moonglows ("Ten Commandments of Love") before they got big (with "Ten Commandments of Love"). So Angel grew up listening to everything from Aretha to Etta to the Four Tops. Even now, he still, without apology, listens to all kinds of music from System of a Down to Snoop Dogg to Smooth Jazz, he takes it all in and sends it all back through Pigdog. "In the beginning, it was a love/hate relationship, a stormy romance, until Dave finally saw the light. We had a conversation.[Obviously an ass-kicking took place here Ed.] The music was chaos, just madness, so we took a more uncomplicated approach like in R and B where you got a piano, a singer, and you tell the story."
While Angel still feels the haunted, transient kid inside, growing up from place to place with music as his one constant, his main solace, he looks at the members of Pigdog, Dave, Efrain and Jake, as more than workmates. "I value my relationships. Like, the guys in the band are more than just friends. I'm kind of, the big brother."
And a big brother that can even kick ass through the internet is a good thing.