David walks happily through his neighborhood. It is a sunny day and there is a lot of people around: couples, families, businessmen and street food trucks. He kicks a small stone around and then leaves it alone.

While David walks new buildings pop up over the horizon. He is growing up, he’s a teenager now. Other teenagers walk with him. Not too happy, but they manage to play with each other. The buildings start to decay a bit while new ones make their way up to the skyline.

He is a young adult now. The sky changes color. The city has changed. It has become a cruel and ruthless creature and David sees it, but does not believe it. He silently walks through the streets while he remembers how he used to play cheerfully on them. Not anymore. He does not trust them anymore.
He continues walking and there are less and less people on the streets as he goes. Tired and suspicious faces everywhere, who try to reach their destination swiftly. Homeless people lying on the sidewalks and garbage piling up on every corner. And glimpses of shadows stalking.


“Should I run? Should I be outside alone? Is someone else seeing this?!”


He’s finally home and opens the door with a slight relief. Goes in and kisses his wife and daughter. His son fell asleep a while ago so he just gives him a quick kiss on the forehead and smiles bursting with love while watching him sleep.

After a nice dinner with his family, David clears the table, washes the dishes together with his wife and gets ready to go out with some old friends. It is Friday after all. His wife is not very happy about it. Her face changes drastically and has a tired and worried look in her eyes.


“Please, stay. It is dangerous now.”
“I’ll be back in a while. I can handle this shit. Love, I’ve done this before. I just want to hang out a bit.”


David picks up his keys, opens the door and says goodbye. Willing to forget that the streets are not cheerful anymore…

Three Sides of a Tragedy (Reworked)

Was Better Before

If you lived in Caracas in the late 90’s it is possible you heard his music when visiting the underground music scene, under a different name that is. A slow, dark and sometimes hard type of rock. Moving through classic and progressive rock. Strange music, not everyone's cup of tea, but with a growing audience.

Or maybe you saw and heard him moving through the city while playing his acoustic guitar with his friend and musical teammate. Playing and singing songs from The Beatles and Pink Floyd, to Cat Stevens, Soda Stereo and Nirvana. Maybe you paid them for their performance in money... or in beer.

After a long 20 years retirement from music (because life), he came back as Man from the Box. With a similar and refreshed music style and thrilled to start working with music again. Still loyal to the rock, progressive and experimental genres, Man from the Box plays music that feels eclectic, yet direct and personal, merging personal lyricism with unpredictable arrangement.
 
The now Sweden-based artist mastered the skill of blending insightful production values with skilled musicianship and great vocal performances.

“I never stopped thinking and dreaming in music. I feel such a big relief now that I started composing and producing again. It is never late.”

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞-𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙢𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨.