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I am Diego. I am Wilson. Two names, two shadows. One man.
My own Jekyll and Hyde version.
Most of it is born at home, late at night, when the city is asleep and the walls lean closer. I recorded Just Like a Dream (As It Is) entirely in my apartment walls. It was just my voice echoing in the bedroom, in my kitchen and even in the bathroom. The air of each room imprinted on every sound.
These songs came while I was sinking into myself, after a divorce, through the ruins of school years, fragile beginnings, rehab, trauma of past sexual abuse, and memories that refuse to fade. They didn’t arrive gently; they crept up through the floor, breathed in the dark, and carried the smell of the rooms that contained them.
This is not music for daylight. It belongs to the hours when the night feels too heavy, and you can’t tell if the sound is inside your head or inside the walls.
My own Jekyll and Hyde version.
Most of it is born at home, late at night, when the city is asleep and the walls lean closer. I recorded Just Like a Dream (As It Is) entirely in my apartment walls. It was just my voice echoing in the bedroom, in my kitchen and even in the bathroom. The air of each room imprinted on every sound.
These songs came while I was sinking into myself, after a divorce, through the ruins of school years, fragile beginnings, rehab, trauma of past sexual abuse, and memories that refuse to fade. They didn’t arrive gently; they crept up through the floor, breathed in the dark, and carried the smell of the rooms that contained them.
This is not music for daylight. It belongs to the hours when the night feels too heavy, and you can’t tell if the sound is inside your head or inside the walls.