world classical · guitar & balalaika
Siberia in Spanish, held as long as it will hold.
In the lineage of William Ackerman · the Windham Hill school · nylon-string folk · Durutti Column
Does the odd tiny show around Spain — pub back rooms, little halls, the occasional living room. Nothing you'd need a ticket tout for. Fancy hosting one? Ask.
Spanish guitar naming Russian rivers — Iberia and the steppe in one voice.
Officially: world classical on guitar & balalaika. Unofficially: I found a corner of Siberia in Spanish and never left.
There are a few records — “Caminos Sin Retorno”, “Ecos del Viento Siberiano”, “Horizontes Inexplorados”, “Sombras del Tiempo”, “Sueños del Ayer” — which is more than I expected and fewer than my mother hoped.
It's mostly guitar & balalaika, close-mic'd, with the room left in.
The method is dull and I'm proud of it — a guitar & balalaika, a quiet room, the delete key.
The room is part of the instrument; I record it as much as the guitar & balalaika.
Reference points, since people ask: William Ackerman, the Windham Hill school, nylon-string folk.
“Horizontes Inexplorados” began with a long look at nostalgia — a small thing I kept circling.
I kept the takes that sounded like weather and cut the rest.
I hope it meets you somewhere quiet.
The first sketch for “Ecos del Viento Siberiano” was almost nothing: one image of steppes I couldn't put down, held too long.
The guitar & balalaika does the thinking here; I only choose what to keep.
It isn't a message — it's company for a particular hour.
Anyway. Enjoy, or don't.
Lately everything I write bends back toward fusion.
Each pass got quieter until only steppes was left.
I hope it meets you somewhere quiet.
Everything on “Caminos Sin Retorno” grows out of one thing: one image of steppes I couldn't put down.
It is world classical, so nothing hurries — the guitar & balalaika is allowed to just sit in the room.
If it slowed you down for forty minutes, it did its job.
Anyway. Enjoy, or don't.
