
01 / Roots
East L.A. made me.
Family, Whittier Boulevard, barrio loyalty and the music coming from every car and house gave me my first language. Even when the genre changes, that rhythm is still underneath it.
About MarTinman
I’m Martin Alderette. MarTinman is where the life I have lived becomes music—the family, friendships, places and moments that stayed long enough to become part of me.
The short version
I did not sit down to invent a musical persona. I finally gave the person I had become somewhere to speak.
How I got here

01 / Roots
Family, Whittier Boulevard, barrio loyalty and the music coming from every car and house gave me my first language. Even when the genre changes, that rhythm is still underneath it.

02 / Home
I told Sharna I would never leave L.A. Then her visa ended and she asked whether I wanted to come home with her. I chose her. Nearly half my life later, Brisbane is home—and the same vato is still inside.

03 / Service
Serving in the Australian Defence Force took me from basic training to places where trust, discipline and the people beside you mattered more than talk. Those experiences became stories I could not leave unwritten.

04 / Songbook
I write the people, animals, places, mistakes, jokes and hard-earned lessons that made me. Funk, soul, hip-hop, disco, folk or marching brass—the vehicle changes, but the truth stays put.
The MarTinman rule
Some songs arrive in a Chevy Impala. Others show up in a Mustang, a classic T-Bird, an Army vehicle or the back of a ute. The ride changes because the story asks for a different sound.
What does not change is the center: chosen family, loyalty, resilience, wonder, love—and the people who keep showing up.