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Published on May 24, 2012
"I grew up on Samothraki, an isolated island, cut off from the world. I could not attend music lessons because there were no schools. I did not go to any concerts simply because none were held. But I did listen to my father play the violin, from the moment I was born. And music passed inside me by ear... and the dream.
Firstly, a harmonium came to the island. A piano in Athens followed. Lessons were interposed, a journey, a degree in harmonics and counterpoint, the first jobs... the accordion was the last to come. A green accordion that was forgotten at home. With it, however, I found my way. I play... and the accordion touches my heart.
It lets the body wholly partake in the production of sound and it sends out erotism, releasing something wild and, at the same time, sweet to the ear. I' m growing up with it and I realize how harmoniously it binds to my character. And almost ten years have passed.
The urges I had "locked up" inside me, found a way to be expressed as I have experienced the miracle of composing. And the accordion takes me from the Argentinean tango to Tsitsanis and from Hipiros to Cuba, transferring a music-cultural message from me.
Music is not restricted. There are melodies that seem to belong to everyone. I dream of their passage through my art, so I study and make it come true. I keep my personal moments of inspiration and creation like the most precious and constantly try to make a small, but my very own, mark on music..."