I don’t write songs; I collect frequencies. Ethnically Georgian, born in Moscow, but shaped by every border I’ve crossed, my music is the sound of a passport stamp, a blend of the ancient and the futuristic. It’s impossible to put a pin in my sound because the map keeps changing.

Is it Neo-Soul? Nu-Jazz? Hip-Hop? Yes. It’s also the chaos of New York streets, the stillness of a European cathedral, and the rhythm of Rio carnival rehearsals. My songs are living organisms, built for the improvisational spirit. They breathe, they stretch, and they break free because no chorus should be a cage.

Whether I’m layering a Rhodes piano over a dusty drum break or letting a saxophone wail into the unknown, I’m not just making music. I’m translating the world into sound. I am a person of the world, and this is my frequency.