Brilliant musician, Dino Saluzzi gives more importance to the formulation of his thoughts than to the fact of himself being a self-taught person came out of the oral transmission culture; for the same reason he prefers expressing himself in his mother language, the Spanish, that does justice to his concise and enigmatic thoughts which are punctuated by malicious silences. In this way, when someone asks him how his passion for the bandoneon was born, he answers that his father was the one to put the instrument between his hands, adding immediately 'But the question that everybody should make would be: Which is the reason why some day you meet someone or something?
Suddenly, doors get open and through them you can see paths traced forever. I was 7 years old when I first met the bandoneon, unless it was the instrument that found me. Since then, we never separate from each other
Born in1935 in one of the most isolated regions of Argentina, Dino Saluzzi belongs to the generation of men for whom working or playing an instrument represent almost the same vital need.
In Campo Santo the rhythm of life was marked by the activity of a sugar refinery where each one's sorrow was enough for their lives. Music worked as an unavoidable bond between community and territory, long before being recorded in vinyl records. 'The place where we are born is all. Where I grew up, there wasn't this kind of pollution of the rural world by the civilized world. The melancholy listened in my music is partially due to the fact of having witnessed things that I'd never wanted to see'.
As much as this rigorous but convivial education, this feeling of loss leaded him to give things their right value: 'My encounter with the bandoneon will remain as a crucial moment for many reasons. Maybe the most important one is that I wanted to reestablish things that were looked down on or considered insignificant before: here is an instrument that has it all and that demands a constant and creative relationship with its player. When I started to play it, it had been consigned to oblivion in the official culture periphery for years. From my point of view, I was not conscious of that situation until much later. Nevertheless, that meeting in that exact moment didn't have a special meaning. I hadn't planned it. Neither had I chosen it.