Rare Monkey Entertainment LLC

04/19/2025

Enjoying the day with my girls.

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.

03/14/2025

Lunch and mini golf

03/11/2025

Gino de Las Pampas savoring a serene day by the shore. Today, he is one year and seven months old—a distinguished son of Capitán de Las Pampas and Blanca de Las Pampas.

He is the white king of Las Pampas.

02/15/2025

My junior producer, Arianna. Today, we are working on some country music with Shant.

02/12/2025

02/05/2025

At chapel with my daughters, grateful for the blessing of time shared in faith. Thankful to God for the opportunity to be present with them in these moments.

02/04/2025

At Pre-K Chapel with my little monkey, Arianna. She sang her little heart out in worship today.

01/26/2025

To the Eternal Light

You are the quiet rhythm of my days,
The pulse beneath life’s chaos,
The breath that steadies my own.
Through time, you have been my constant,
A sun that never dims.
Your strength flows like rivers unseen,
Carving paths through the hardest stone.
You bear the weight of the world with grace,
Transforming trials into triumphs,
Pain into beauty,
Moments into meaning.
In your laughter, I hear the echoes of home,
In your wisdom, the calm of ancient seas.
You are the keeper of our dreams,
The weaver of futures bright and boundless.
Today, I honor your light—
Not for the years it marks,
But for the radiance it gives.
You are my guide, my muse, my heart’s core,
A love that makes the ordinary infinite.
For as long as I exist,
I will stand in awe of you,
The woman who turned my life
Into the greatest story ever told.

Happy Birthday, Maureen, my love.

01/23/2025

In my studio with Natty working on our project. She is such a hard-working artist. Every challenge I give her, she crushes.

01/22/2025

It has been a year since my father left this world, yet his essence flows like a river beneath my days, murmuring in my thoughts, stirring the roots of who I am. Writing this feels like wandering a labyrinth of grief, where his voice, wisdom, and laugh are always close, just out of reach.

He was more than a father—he was the architect of my soul. His unyielding strength taught me to stand firm, his deep wisdom lit paths I hadn’t yet walked, and his boundless love carved its way into my being.

The world without him feels uneven, as if a vital star has vanished. Yet, his influence is everywhere. The tango album I created in his honor, now complete, is a hymn to his memory. Soon, we’ll release it and submit it to the Latin Grammys—a tribute of love as eternal as the rhythms he inspired.

Our Dogo Argentinos thrive, a testament to his legacy, and his beloved granddaughters miss him deeply. They speak of him often, carrying his spirit with the reverence only innocence can hold.

Dad, you are gone, yet you are eternal—in the values I teach, the traditions I uphold, and the quiet moments when I feel your presence guiding me.

A year has passed, but you remain a shadow in the sunlight, a whisper in the wind, a heartbeat in my chest. This grief is heavy, but I carry it with gratitude, for it reminds me of the immensity of your love and the gift of being your son.

01/20/2025

Biden's Pardons: An Admittion of Guilt

President Biden's preemptive pardons for his family raise serious questions. Historically, accepting a pardon implies guilt. If they're innocent, why the need for pardons?