I was born in Buenos Aires, breathed and ate my way through childhood in Salta, Santa Cruz de la Sierra and Barcelona, matured and graduated in Christchurch, erred and sinned and continue to age and wise up in Sydney.
I was not a child prodigy, nor did I perform on a salubrious scene before adolescence.
Apparently had potential, but that took the backseat to futbol and mischief, and it was through existential crisis that I found my way to the guitar and realised how I could account for endless hours of ignoring the housework with a song.
I have been asked for a Bio, but mine is biodegradable. So, let the music speak for itself, the guitar sing for herself, and I'll just sit there and try to do some justice to the fine art of singer-songwrtiting.
I'm one amongst a myriad others, a lackey amid a litany of lyricists. The saving grace, the cordial relief of knowing that throughtout one's doings and undoings, travels and entrechments, festive and marish nights, the elements of this experience can be brought together and fused, blended, kneaded, and processed into something that feel unique the moment it is released.
Hence, the music takes it roots from the andes, las pampas, the tropics, with a dash of son and a little bit of andalucian duende. |
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