Liner notes
I wrote these songs on a third-floor balcony in Medellín, with a nylon guitar on my knee and three friends who lent me their trumpets and trombone for the price of lunch. Every song is something I saw before nine in the morning: the baker, the fruit cart, the mailman. I wanted the record to feel like opening the shutters. We tracked it live in one room, handclaps and all, and I've never been prouder of anything that sounds this unpolished.
Max Solano