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Guillermo Rizzotto - Stardust and the sound(s) of home(s)

He’s not a monk. He’s never owned a Ferrari. He was never a millionnaire. But he’s the richest guy I know. Rich in music, art, stories, past lives, a million old souls dance inside his spirit and he’s got a renewable source of happiness. His is the most open, embracing face I’ve ever come across. If the word ‘hug’ had a face. then his would be it:)

Meet Guillermo Rizzotto Faulkart.

If I were to describe Guillermo Rizzotto’s music in one word, it would depend what album I’d be referring to. See? What strikes me most about this guy is the size of his talent and the diversity of projects he’s been involved in throughout the past 15 years. Projects as diverse as the vinyls he used to listen to with his father, as a child.

On one hand, you’ve got these wonderful guitar solo albums (divine, not-in-your-face-cheesy solo guitar music like the ones we hear at cocktail parties in Lebanon) but real musicianship, and simply objectively beautiful melodies that tell you stories without words or vocals. Not many solo guitar works usually have that impact on me. On the other, very diverse and eclectic collaborations with people from all over the world. Think Norway, Japan, Spain, Argentina, France to name a tiny handful. He’s pretty much traveled and played his music all over the world.

You know how we say ’world music’ and ‘citizen of the world’ and the whole lexicon that such expressions imply? Well, I think Guillermo Rizzotto truly embodies that. He’s got Italian and Greek origins, though he’s a third generation Argentinian. He’s moved around a lot in his lifetime. I’d call him a world musician, if that exists. In his own words: ‘The first time I went to Japan, I felt at home. The first time I went to Norway, I felt at home.’ Even his music sounds like home. There’s no other way to describe it. It feels like a warm lived in house where you smell your mother’s cooking and you gather around for a meal and an equally delicious conversation. His music reminds me of where my mind used to go when I read 19th century classic novels…

And his sound… Warm, agile, harmonically on point. Always accessible even to the layman’s ear. So clean and pure. I see them… the crossroads, the paths, the many paths for the many souls that get to come out and play with Guillermo. Katie Melua has a lyric I love in one of her songs: ‘the piano keys are black and white / but they sound like a million colors in your mind’. Guillermo Rizzotto’s guitar strings sound like a million souls within.

’You can’t escape from life’, Guillermo said at the end of our conversation. This is so beautifully said, coming from someone whom I believe carries the weight of many many lives before and around him. Someone whose heart is a beaming ray of sun, as timeless and old as the sun itself…He believes in synchronicity, past lives, the law of attraction…. I don’t think it’s a consequence I’m currently reading a book on a sufi scholar and his life companion and soul mate at the time I’m writing this.


Maybe Guillermo Rizzotto is one of those few people who are made of that extra special tiny fragment of rebellious stardust that sort of went its own way at the time of the big bang…

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