03/18/2025
Just now, we completed our work on a tango project—one born not of mere inspiration, but of longing, of absence, of the quiet ache that time refuses to mend. This was for my father. A tribute long overdue, a melody I never had the courage to compose while he walked this earth. That is my regret, the shadow that lingers in the spaces where his voice once filled the air.
I wish he had seen this, heard these songs—the very ones that shaped his world, now reshaped in his honor, I know he will hear them, I just won't see his pride. We took the melodies he loved, the echoes of a past that feels close yet unreachable, and wove them into something new, something eternal.
This is the project I will submit for the Latin Grammy’s in the Tango category, if fate allows us to release before this window closes. If not, then it will find its place in the next Grammy window—a testament that some tributes arrive late, but never too late.
John Peter, our artist, sang as though summoning the ghosts of old milongas, his voice intertwining with our guitar arrangements like a whispered prayer to the past. In those notes, in that cadence, my father was there. If only for a moment, if only in the music.
Pictured: my control room, silent after the shutdown—after months of relentless work since January, shaping Tango Soul into something worthy of the name.
For you pops. Lo quiero mucho papa.
The song by Maestro Jorge Dragone and Oscar Larroca—both cherished family friends and esteemed artists in my father’s Festival Mayor del Tango.
