Energy runs through my veins—whether it's the frenetic pulse of go-go drums, the sweat and swagger of DMV rap, or the raw garage rock riffs that shake my soul. I'm equally at home spinning Seu Jorge in a late-night cypher as I am discovering obscure Latin alternative tracks that hit different. Jersey club gets me moving, reggae slows me down, and nothing's off-limits when the groove is real. My taste is a diaspora of sounds: Brazilian grooves meet Caribbean rhythms, indie rock collides with hardcore alternative, and I'm always hunting for that next needle-drop that rewires something inside. Authenticity is everything—give me artists who blur genres, who won't be boxed in, who make you feel the intention behind every note. Road trip soundtracks, Persian rap discoveries, rock en español anthems—it all belongs in my world because I belong everywhere the music does.