Red-eye Robinson is a solo musician cut from the ragged, old-school cloth of wayward bards and broken balladeers. He hangs out at the El Chapo bar, playing his heart-wrenching tales of woe and resisting the urge to drink Badger’s Breath Scotch — except for on special occasions.
This bottom-shelf turpentine-like swill gives his music an extra dimension of impact … causing all who are in earshot to weep like inconsolable infants.
He carries with him the demons of a dark, hardscrabble past which imbues his tunes with power and, in turn, exalts his reputation to a level of living infamy. His decades-long friendship with Pablo Vasquez foists him with a crucial role in war against Blatherskite and the minions of EAR.
