Musical Journey

 The music is to me like traveling back in time, to those times when you got to dial up a radio station under a number that you should memorize so, you could hear and feel the love, the drums and the electric guitars flowing in the air, the sadness, treason, melancholy and all of those emotions that like liquor; I was too young to experiment by myself. Dancing under those enchanting vibes that never asked for the knowledge of the language of the song, to feel attracted to it, to want to hear it again. 

To Without knowing it, became a fan.

It’s well known that if you make particles dance under certain frequencies, different shapes and forms are created.  Hence, I ask myself: if that happens with a solid platform, how would it work over water? To which we owe 60 % of our body composition and structure.

I love enjoying the image of those energies channeling in and out like waves of sound in motion, transmuting sadness into excitement, pouring down like dashes of black pepper, some spices of the composer’s soul from every lyric to every listener.

Because at the end of the day, besides melody and rhythm; are the lyrics, the entangled reminders drowned in magic tones and vibrations, the way to connect with someone else, who has felt like we are, providing a cathartic and liberating process that changes or accompanies our mood by Osmosis.

I’ve always thought of myself as a man of words. 

Those who knew me in my student years, do know how easy it was to find one, two or three pages at the back of each notebook, with some lazy scratched lines mostly with a pen, sometimes with a pencil ( which didn’t allow editing) that were part of poems in progress or entire ones.

Because, I used to be a shy and silent person, always living in my head. Where I imagined myself as a writer, just to have the pleasure of touching lives, and having to face people just for brief interviews or book’s signature sessions. 

While, saving myself from the stress and self acknowledging process to be your Best version as it seems necessary to stand at any stage and inspire people face to face.

I’ve heard several times the phrase : "Even if he doesn't speak, notes will come out of him”. 

After thousands of unread and unpublished poems that weren’t destined to see the light in the eyes of a reader. After writing essays to different class mates for the same assignment to make some earnings or write several love letters to the boyfriends of my lady friends after asking them: what were they feeling and what they wanted to express?… It's till the moment I’m writing this, that I realize how in the middle of my silence; I was having “those notes coming out of me” in the only language that I knew…writing.

Now, putting interesting rhythms over poems it’s in some way a similar process, because at the end; I think songs are poems strategically organized, with a repeated part called chorus, plus the essence (verses) and the paramount ( bridge), making more interesting this process to land with my voice and guitar to that place I’ve always been on paper.

It’s interesting to be a witness of the changes involved in time, and how the concept “famous” has changed so drastically, because you can be famous just in an area, niche or even continents and somehow, still be a total stranger to a bunch of people who might never hear your name in their lifetime.

What makes for me the musical process more intimate, like a beautiful relationship,like the touch of a hand, like the gentle touch of a lover’s shoe under a crowded table, like those rare friends so hard to find, where a unique connection is shared.

Happy and excited to be here and to keep sharing my “ words and sounds“ with you. 

The most I can say is welcome to my blog, welcome to my website, welcome to my social media and welcome to my life, for every like, interaction, comments and for finding in here the same inspiration “maybe“ that I’ve found along my way, from the moment I’ve written it…till the moment I finally dare to share it.