Drums
first.
The booth, later.

My story begins in 1984 with the bombo legüero, and in 1988 with the drum kit — learning the language of Argentine rock in Rosario until 1995. In 2003 I joined Ensamble Do Roda in Buenos Aires, diving into Afro-Brazilian percussion, while recovering Afro-Peruvian rhythms with Lucas Helguero (Rataplan, La Bomba de Tiempo).

In 2007 I began exploring Afro-Uruguayan percussion — candombe — in Buenos Aires, alongside Néstor Rijo (Tabó Candombe), and played repique in El Desbunde, an Afro-Brazilian music group in Buenos Aires, rehearsing in the open lot outside La Chacarita cemetery during the cold winter nights. Later, around 2013, in Bariloche, I continued candombe with Walter Pangrasi, Fernando Barrioviejo, Matías Crespo and various personalities of the candombe community in Patagonia. Each teacher, each city, each drum added a new word to a vocabulary that just kept growing.

In 2020 I began dancing salsa with Joaquín Collazo in Bariloche — discovering rhythm through movement, the body as another drum. In 2022 my daughter opened a door I hadn't yet walked through: electronic music. That discovery quietly turned into mixing — tech house, deep house, minimal, indie dance and progressive — always guided by the same ear shaped by decades of percussion. I'm not here to pretend I have a long discography; I'm here to share music I genuinely love, while I timidly learn to create my own.