Three years ago I was invited to Tanjazz Festival to play my own songs. It was a a booming festival, rich with people and music in Tangier, and this was my first visit to Morocco, the land where both my parents were born before migrating to Israel in the 50’s.

When the festival was over, I took the opportunity to visit the cities where my family once lived, Fez and Casablanca. During one of my many walks down the narrow streets of Fez's medina, I heard a familiar melody behind me, people were singing in the street. I made way towards the sound and there were several people, men, women and children, all singing, some playing instruments and all to a melody that I recognised, a melody that was familiar.

After a moment I remembered that my grandmother used to sing this melody for me in Ladino (an old Spanish-Jewish dialect). I went on with my travels in Morocco and all through the journey, more melodies came to mind along with more childhood memories of my grandmother. It felt I arrived at an inner root that was waiting to be discovered.

Three years after that Moroccan journey, I am working on an album of Ladino songs and you can be a part of it (I will update my page with new creative ways on how you can participate soon). This is the first video for one of the songs from the new album.

My Grandmother used to call me “Nani” which means “little girl” and is often used in a lullaby to help kids fall asleep. So this is Nani’s take and my own Andalusian brew.