Heads up: almost 49 damn minutes of video. Grab your coffee, slap on some headphones, grow some monk-like patience, and maybe a snack. Ride it out — the music’s gonna roll, no shortcuts.
In mid-2020, almost every morning, I would walk to Chácara do Jockey in São Paulo to practice. I lived about 300 meters from there. The path, the streets, the early morning light—everything was part of my musical routine.
I remember those moments well: the wind, the plants, the birds singing, the insects landing on me and on the guitar, and the wide silence of the open space. The place sits between two avenues with heavy traffic, and even so there were quiet spots where nature remained preserved.
I also remember the kind people who worked there and always greeted me respectfully. With the instrument in my hands, everything came down to the sound, the flow of practice, and the feeling of being present.
There were areas with more movement, where some people would go to exercise, and other more secluded spots where I also liked to stay. The video captures this moment: leaving home, the walk, the arrival, the instrument, and the hands that make the music emerge. It is a morning like many others—a quiet ritual of sound and space, where my face does not matter, only the experience and the music allowed to flow.
The video was recorded and edited by me. It includes original compositions by me as well as interpretations of works by other artists. All interpreted pieces remain the property of their respective authors. This recording documents a moment of personal and artistic practice and does not grant redistribution rights for the interpreted works.
