My grandfather Valentino Martini rode on a ship in 1903 and came his mom and sisters to Ellis island. (His father had come 20 years earlier, his wife to be a few years later.)
The first thing they saw was this statue; the "Mother of Exiles" as Emma Lazarus called her. I was toying with some recording equipment today, was inspired to put this together in honor of my relatives who left the beauty of Ireland and Italy to become immigrants in this country.
Thankfully no one ripped their families apart, put them in cages or treated them like pests. The words of the poem are apt, and apply today more than ever. Apologies for sounding like other artists - didn't mean to do that, just having a bit of fun with keys and my new mic.
The first thing they saw was this statue; the "Mother of Exiles" as Emma Lazarus called her. I was toying with some recording equipment today, was inspired to put this together in honor of my relatives who left the beauty of Ireland and Italy to become immigrants in this country.
Thankfully no one ripped their families apart, put them in cages or treated them like pests. The words of the poem are apt, and apply today more than ever. Apologies for sounding like other artists - didn't mean to do that, just having a bit of fun with keys and my new mic.
