My first musical memory is very clear: to be waiting for Colorama -the only television program of the eighties that put international music videos on all Cuban television- on Wednesdays at 11 p.m. to watch Michael’s new video Jackson. I expected it as if it were the biggest thing in the world. For me, waiting for Michael Jackson’s premieres was the biggest thing in the world. I imagine that as my parents saw me in that story, they thought: ‘Well, he will dedicate himself to that, with so much obsession he has with Michael’.