Today, I’m reliving a live set I made a few years ago, one that still stirs something deep inside me. It begins with the roots of a heartbreaking sound: Mexican trumpets that resonate like a call, an introduction to a raw and powerful journey.
I called this set Bleeder. A word that today might feel like an insult, a provocation—but back then, for me, it was a statement.
As a man, I believe it's important to confront the twisted narratives about what it means to be a true woman.
This set wasn’t just music—it was a cry, a rebellion, an anthem to fight for the truth of what it truly means to be a Woman, against a society determined to tear it down.
