I was born in Buenos Aires on August of 1972 in the old neighbourhood of Belgrano, but I live in Palermo Viejo since I was 7 year old

Palermo was one of those neighbourhoods where you could play football in the sidewalk with goals that would be built from a tree to the wall

An old stage where, on a daily basis, you can witness "sainete porteño" masterpieces with new and old characters such as Dilma and Tito from the laundry, Enrique, the doorman of the building in front of the house, (building that besides giving a great shadow to the house has gave me great friends), the Castro family (that is not longer with us), Jose Maria's family, Carlos Dal Pino (the grandfather that I never had before and who taught music to me and my siblings since we where kids) and now God, who lives right at the side of the house, in a church.

And in that stage is my house "La casita de mis viejos" ("The house of my parents" )-

That house that in my childhood seemed to be so big. That terrace and the work room of my father who would always find something to fix, and he still does it nowadays, and wile working he would turn the radio on and we would start hearing those "tangazos" that I use to hate when I woke up early on a Sunday because of that after a party out a Saturday night, but I have to say, a few minutes after, as like magic I would be able to fall sleep again listening to them, peacefully with my heart full of those tangos without even know it.

By one of the chances in life (that are never chances), I had my first "face to face" encounter with tango trough dancing. When I was 25 year old I took my first lesson.

I remember that my teacher was a really good looking woman and at the beginning I would go to see her more than for the learning tango sake. With time, I realised that it was because of the tango, because she never paid any attention to me…..

I fell for tango so much that I was never absent from neither a lesson nor a milonga. In one year I was dancing "gallo ciego" on stage.

My will to Express my self differently with tango made me have always in mind those words of the tangos heard on the Sundays mornings wile my father worked, I could never take that out of my mind. So I decided to take singing lessons, always motivated by my family (whom could not take my "tango yelling" anymore). And once again by "chance" I met my actual and great singing teacher, Susana Rossi. Trough Susana I met Mr. Juan Carlos Cuacci, who made my first arrangements and who then gave me his friendship.

I wanted to tell you in these brief lines something about where I'm coming from and how I got to "meet" tango, this beautiful music. Also I want this line to be good to thank, something that I also learnt from my parents:

Thank you dad for your tango.

Thanks mum for your patience and love.

Thanks Susana for the voice.

Thanks Juanca for your music.

Thanks Pedrito for the website.

Thanks to the master singers of tango, given that my "chosen" grandfather say: "we are all the product of what we hear…".

Thanks to my bad and good love stories that allow me to interpret the words that I sing. Thanks to my friends, thanks God.

And thanks to you for inviting me to enjoy our tango together.

Nacho Campo.