I felt Jazz rising within me since childhood. A seed that feasted on everything nurturing my soul; a seed that enjoyed sun, playing, suffering, and love. As time went by I felt invaded by another being who kept growing along with me and slowly taking the reigns. I fought back and opposed her but no avail: it overpowered me, took control, and I got entirely lost in HER.

Singing I experience the pain, the joy, and the hardships we face between birth and death. This is so spellbinding and intense that to this day I cannot tell whether I sing about my roots or the roots sing about me.