Belo stole my heart with his music when I was in college. I’ve probably told the story before, but I’ll tell it again many times. After a night of ridiculous, unnecessary drinking like most students who live on a college campus do, I was cleaning my dorm room’s floor from all the gross sticky, sweet alcoholic beverages I wouldn’t dare to drink now. I remember when I inserted his first album in my laptop, and started my cleaning routine. One of his songs grabbed me so hard, I stopped cleaning, and I just sat there for a while listening to it. And after I listened to it multiple times, I started crying. I cried like a baby. I cried for everything I never cried for before. I cried for Haiti. And I cried for myself for being so helpless. And I cried for no reason.
Ever since then, I decided he was one of my favorites! There’s a connection between his music and my soul. We just connect like long-time friends, and whenever I’m able to go see him perform, I go! And when I can’t make it when he’s in the city, I’m sad. Everyone who knows and loves me knows that I love Belo. At one point, I was getting everyone to listen to him. Most of my friends have heard his music before because he’s always playing in my apartment. I JUST LOVE HIM!
Clearly I was happy to be there at Southstreet Seaport in NYC to dance to his music. I danced. I sang! I twirled. I talked with strangers, and drank beers. But most importantly I had fun being there to enjoy his music. My friends also loved his music, and I was happy to be able to share my culture with them. Belo is part of my creative family. And I love him even more for connecting Gessica and me.