When I Met My First Love...

Not the romantic kind, but the one that sets you on your path forever.
May 20, 2025 by
When I Met My First Love...
Reymart Studio

It was 1996, and I was in my second semester studying Communications at UVM Tlalpan. The first time I stepped into Building "F" is when I met love. Not the romantic kind, but the other one—the kind that chooses you without warning and stays with you for life.

The first time I set foot in the radio booths — that small sanctuary where silence and sound coexist—I knew I was home. Surrounded by padded walls and analog consoles, I discovered that stories could be told through sound alone. And that changed me forever.

The dynamic was simple, but magical: simulating live shows, recording our sessions on cassette tapes or open-reel tape. Everything was still very analog, which made it feel more handcrafted, more real. I fondly remember Ileana Mata, who always lent us her voice with such generosity, and my creative allies: Mauro Angulo, Alberto Rodriguez (aka El Bro), David Jiménez, and José Rendón. We spent all our time recording anything and everything. Every laugh, every idea, every mistake—it all went on tape, because we knew every recorded second was a chance to learn.

Around that same time, I already had a rock band with my brothers. We played what blasted through everyone’s speakers: Guns N’ Roses, Metallica, and anything that truly roared. But that’s another story.

Roberto Reynoso (Rober Reymart) primer estudio casero 1995


Using school practice sessions and band rehearsals as an excuse, I convinced my dad to buy one of the first digital portastudios that recorded to a hard drive. That white console you see in the photo is a Fostex FD8—was my first real tool. And it was a turning point.

Years later, we were even triggering live sequences with S.I.N., another college band where I played guitar alongside the Rendón brothers. But that’s yet another story for another time.

This one, though… this is the story of the true love of my life: telling stories through sound. Because even though I never liked how my own voice sounded, I learned that audio isn’t just about that. Audio is emotion, atmosphere, texture… it’s life.

Look at me almost 30 years later. And I’m still here. Telling stories, exploring sound, letting every frequency guide me forward.



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