Every day in the cold morning, I went to work by bus. I drew random shapes in the condensation while watching through the window. Outside the fog and the grey clouds weighed on the country side.
My headphones played the blues, intense voices, the harmonica of Sonny Boy Williamson, the guitar of Buddy Guy, beautiful jazz solos, deep and groovy Hip Hop beats; sometimes electronic music too, like the landscape, details after details, the slow evolution of electronic textures and carved sounds.
Now with my guitar, my voice, my harmonica, a computer, and whatever I can find, I compose, and create the music that I imagine, make spaces, textures, tell stories, and modestly try to bring the strength and the fragile vibration that I see in nature, and the eyes of people.
