One of my most powerful musical experiences – and lessons – came when, at the age of twenty, I had just arrived in Buenos Aires
to study the bandoneón. A friend handed me a worn cassette: a live recording of Astor Piazzolla, En Vivo en el Teatro Regina.
Late one Saturday night, I slipped the cassette into my Walkman and went out for a walk through the pulsating city.
The traffic, the lights, the people, the smells – everything moved in rhythm. The music wove itself into the pulse of Buenos Aires.
In that moment, I felt as if I’d cracked the code. Tango is: the noise, the dizzying neon signs, the exhaust fumes, the bickering,
the chaos – the quilombo.
With this project, I want to bring the audience with me on that walk – the one I took as a twenty-year-old through the warm,
electric night of Buenos Aires, a Saturday in February 1997.