But enough joking. I am singing. This is all my life.
Should it happen tomorrow, I would fall to my knees to give thanks to God for such a career.
If money was my only motivation, I would organize myself differently.
In the last century, everybody was singing lower.
I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations.
I attended less than two years of Conservatory in Mexico City.