Max Giovara

Wen he was 4 y.o., he played an out of tune piano just because it was at home, a heritage from his grandfather. His major brother let him falling asleep with Huriah Heep, Stomu Yamashta, Led Zeppelin and Richard Strauss.
The first guitar arrived in a form of a plastic toy replica that he always carried with him playing in a Gadda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly on the “E” string, thinking he could be Jimy Hendrix one day. He then transformed this magnificent object in a more useful blowgun. Meanwhile, he dreamed to own a trumpet. But this time the plastic toy replica trick didn’t work at all, brass is better. At that time an angel arrived teaching him the powerful magic of pentatonic scale.

Always been a lateral thinker. Never been completely in, never been completely off. He is best described by what unlikes. After founding many unsuccessful bands, he joined theatre to see the stage from a different point of view. He stayed in that world from 1990 to 2016 always putting rock music inside his shows. Some musicians love him some other look at him with a suspect. He likes both.
He loves to be in the music having an outlaw point of view. Being a parvenu everywhere he goes.
He’d been a politician. Just to add some stories to his songs. He’d been a dishwasher, a clandestine, a priest in China, a filmmaker, a lover, a father. A writer. A dubber. A speaker.
Contact mail: mapsmax@gmail.com