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Of course, that depends on who is defining "famous." At the Biltmore dozens of people do double takes and stop dead in their tracks when they see Di Blasio. Hotel workers pop out of nowhere and ask for autographs. A sextet of senior citizens from Mexico recognize him and rave about the time they saw him perform in Guadalajara. Three Costa Rican women gush and pull him aside for a photo. If that's just "well-known," when will Raul Di Blasio finally be famous? "When I get here," he explains, touching the tip of the knife.
Significantly more skilled and at ease with a baby grand than with cutlery, Di Blasio is a huge star, as much as he resists the notion and declines to act the part. He stands well under six feet tall. Today he wears jeans, a white silk polo shirt, and brown tasseled leather loafers. No socks. Perhaps it's the way his startlingly long eyelashes accentuate his coffee-color eyes, but something about his face -- a combination of youthful Sean Connery and slightly weathered Yanni -- makes it seem as if he's smiling even when he's not. His dark brown locks, loosed from their usual ponytail, recede from his forehead and graze the top of his shoulders. His bushy yet well-groomed moustache conceals his upper lip and stretches just below the corners of his mouth. Certainly not the looks of a matinee idol, but Di Blasio undeniably exudes a great deal of personal magnetism.
Already a celebrity in Latin America, he is slowly conquering the world -- one continent at a time. The latest in a long line of piano-playing entertainers such as Richard Clayderman (the French musician who has sold millions of albums through direct marketing on television) and the ostentatious Liberace, Di Blasio entrances audiences with pleasant melodies, boundless enthusiasm, and seemingly infinite energy. And he doesn't cringe at the comparison to his aforementioned brethren, although he considers himself somewhat different. "I'm a pianist -- a concert pianist doing pop music," he notes matter-of-factly.
Indeed he is. Honed from years of classical training, his style is tasteful, elegant, almost spare, often reminiscent of his heroes Chopin or Debussy. And despite humble beginnings, Di Blasio has no overwhelming desire to display the trappings of wealth by adorning his piano with a gilded candelabrum or his fingers with jewel-encrusted rings.
Born in the small town of Zapala in central Argentina, Di Blasio, the son of a farmer who owned a small market, began piano lessons at age six. "That means I've been playing just twelve years," jokes the 48-year-old musician. Until he was ten he practiced on his teacher's keyboard. When his family could finally afford to buy him a piano, it was with the tacit understanding that he wouldn't pursue a musical career. As his innate talent flourished, Di Blasio began studying the living music of Latin America -- tangos, folk rhythms, bossa nova -- as well as that of Europeans such as Beethoven, Rachmaninoff, and Liszt.
"I found everything on the piano," he points out. "It's the base, the foundation of all kinds of music. It's always been the center of my musical life." At least it was until he discovered rock and roll. As a teenager Di Blasio heard the Beatles, and like many other rebellious music-loving teens, was inspired to start his own band -- to his parents' horror. At seventeen he led the quartet Los Diabolicos (the Diabolical Ones), playing electric keyboards. The band toured and gained recognition in central Argentina but broke up in 1973.
By then Di Blasio had had enough of rock; he went back to performing classical music. For five years he traveled throughout South America playing solo dates here and there. In 1978 he landed in the Chilean resort town of Vina del Mar, where he began a lengthy stint as a hotel pianist. He grew comfortable and complacent, knowing he could stay there forever if he so desired. Five years passed before he made a decision. Di Blasio got serious -- or serious for him.