The first song I ever started to write was for my Yiayia (means grandmother in Greek) Her health was slowly declining and it was all I could think about. Unfortunately she was never able to hear the finished product. Now whenever I pick up a new guitar for the first time the last thing I play is this song in hopes that she can hear it wherever she is.
An intimate (and instrumental) improvised solo guitar meditation on the vastness of the unknown, from the Appalachian mountains. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 23, 2021
Soft and soothing acoustic compositions from this Italian guitarist with melodies that flutter like leaves on a breeze. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 1, 2021