The story begins like any other horror tale. A cold and dark night, a silent old hospital and a man in white with a surgical blade in his hand, ready to cut the life line. Only one baby was meant to be born in that hospital on the night of October 24, 1983. But a miracle, chance, or luck allowed me to be the second one. My mother saw fit to name me Carlos Alberto, after her grandfather. My father decided to give me his last name; Galeano. Spending most of my life in solitude and being an only child, have shaped me into a very odd and complex character. Many seek to understand me, but no one has succeded - not even me.
Deep within my heart and soul, resides the passion for music. At the age of 11, my parents, sacrificing their small savings, bought me the first electronic keyboard. Two years later after joining the middle school band, I had learned enough music notation to commence creating my own musical pieces - which came naturally to me. I didn't earn any special awards for my quick ascension into the music world, save verbal ones - which I value more than a piece of copper, gold or platinum. I think of music as a way to express one's self. It is melting pot of emotions, desires and complaints. Because of this, I don't believe in the commercialization of music. My music is free for anyone who likes it. Unlike other music "artists", I will not sell out.
More to come...
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