As I start composing the music for my first album, I sit and remember that one time when I went see Vicente Amigo for the first time. I drove 8 hours with my flamenco guitar teacher to get to Guanajuato where the concert would take place. I was 15 years old and my mother wasn't happy about me leaving by myself with someone she never met before. I'm glad I was able to convince her!
That was a day that changed my life. I realized that night after watching him, that I was a musician, and that I was meant to pursue that path. Listening him play makes me realize that I have a long way ahead of me to at least get a little bit close to his mastery in music. Honestly, I love that feeling. It is not about getting to the peak of the mountain but enjoying the way there.