Have you ever wondered where your love for something really began?
When I think about my own story, it doesn’t feel like a single moment. It feels like a thread made of melodies, laughter, and shared time.
I grew up in Baranzate, a small town on the outskirts of Milan, in a home full of warmth and music.
I still remember the sound of the Farfisa keyboard I laid my fingers on as a child. To me, it didn’t feel like a small bedroom instrument. It felt like a church organ, rich and powerful, filling the whole space with something almost magical.
My mum was always humming melodies throughout the day. We’d watch competitions like Sanremo and Eurovision together, guessing the winner, debating which melodies stayed with us.
It’s no surprise I grew up holding onto melodies the way I do.
Maybe you’ve had moments like that too, where a song just sticks, without you even knowing why.
My dad had worked as a radio DJ in Venezuela, where my grandparents moved to after the second world war, and I think that’s where my fascination with sound recording began. I still remember when he brought home a stereo and a microphone so we could record our voices. We’d spend hours laughing, recording silly things.
It was the first time I ever held a mic and, without knowing it, something quietly started there.
We used to go to music festivals at Montestella, an artificial rumble hill in Milan, and sing along with everyone else. It was there that I first saw how music brings people together.
At weekends, we would visit family, and music was part of it. My uncle Enrico, was a recording artist and songwriter. One of the first songs I learnt on the piano my parents bought for me and my sister was one of his songs. I still remember how melodic the chorus was.
That feeling of a melody lingering never really left me.
Other times, we would spend time with my aunt Bianca’s family. Her daughter Cinzia had been singing since she was a teenager. I still remember the first time I went to see her perform in a theatre. She sang a song by Madonna, moving and dancing so effortlessly across the stage. I watched thinking how brave she was, standing in front of a full audience. In that moment, something sparked. It made it feel possible.
Looking back, I can see how deeply all of this shaped the way I approach music composition, starting with melody because melody holds memory, carries emotion and connects.
I did not realise it then, but that was only the beginning of my musical story.
Whatever your passion is, it probably didn’t start in a big moment. It started quietly, at home, in the background, in the things you loved without even realising.
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