Wanderer with dust on my boots and stories in my bones—I move between continents through sound, equally at home with tango's melancholy whisper, the raw vulnerability of a late-night singer-songwriter confession, and the defiant pulse of folk rebellion. My taste runs deep and unglamorous: I'm drawn to artists who dig into the soil of their cultures rather than skim the surface, whether that's the intricate tabla conversations of Charanjit Ahuja or Mercedes Sosa's fearless voice cutting through silence. There's something about the 70s that still feels alive to me—that era when music knew how to hurt and heal in the same breath—and I chase that same honesty in every era I explore.