Medellin in the 80s was a nice place, if you could escape all madness around it. Fortunately my fathers work for a german company allowed us to live in a comfortable situation. Nevertheless the happenings of this era were very drastic and lastly my family decided to move back to my fathers Home town Haßloch, a small village in the south of Germany.
I had been to NY before, but this time was different. I wasn´t interested in the skyline or cocktail parties. I wanted to produce a Hit Song and fulfill my dream of working with the Masters. I reached out to the man himself, Mr. Ken Lewis.
So I took the NJ Transit to meet him in his studio outside the city. He picked me up from the train station and we went up to the studio. The walls didn´t have enough space to hang all of his gold and platinum records.
We sat down in front of the SSL-Board and he played my demo of Curura on the studio speakers as I told him the story of Totó La Momposina and what this song means to me.
Over the years many collaborations with Ken and his projects would come to life, but for now, I would just get back to the ship and keep on working to make y few bucks to invest in myself.