Haran Wolfovitz Yaffe grew up in Amirim, a vegetarian community situated in the Upper Galilee in Northern Israel. Upon the age of 18, he joined the Israeli Defense Force for three years of mandatory service and served in the Combat Engineering Corps as a Staff Sergeant.

In 2005, Haran ventured into the business world, acting as the head of development of a web based start up company which focused on creating a gateway for emerging performing artists. The company became one of the biggest competitors in the entertainment industry in Israel with three branches and more then 70 employees. While doing so, Haran was in the process of recording his debut album in Hebrew.

In the summer of 2006, the Second Lebanon War started and northern Israel was bombarded. The village where Haran grew up was showered by rockets. When a rocket hit his neighbor's house, this incident sparked his desire to join the front lines as a part of a rescue mission.
On August 10th, 2006, the pursuit of Haran’s music career was abruptly put on hold. That morning as he was returning to the Israeli border, he was hit by an anti tank missile after a night of battle trying to search and rescue soldiers.

Rushed by helicopter to Rambam Medical Center in Haifa, Haran was near death and lapsed into a coma. While in a coma, his first single, “Boker Tel Aviv” was released as an attempt to wake him up. On the 10th day of his coma, the song was played for the very first time on Israeli radio and miraculously, Haran opened his eyes. Doctors gave him no chance of survival due to the extent of his multiple injuries. These injuries damaged his vascular and nervous systems and he had suffered from a substantial loss of muscle mass of his abdomen wall.

Armed with humor and vigor, he faced his injuries fearlessly with an unwillingness to give up. Haran spent two years in recovery and rehabilitation and became the voice of disabled veterans, by giving motivational speeches and lectures for various organizations and schools. Haran thrives on sharing his experiences and thoughts about life and living.

Haran currently serves on the Consulate staff for the Government of Israel in New York City and is pursuing a degree in Liberal Arts at Columbia University. That whole lot in between has given Haran a second chance at life. A second chorus. A second chance to re-launch a music career in English as “The Vinci.” The goal is not to re-invent the wheel, just color it. His trauma is lyrically infused into his Pop-Rock sensibility.

The Vinci delivers a resurrection pumped Power Pop about life, living, love, and life altering experiences without any lens or avoidance. The Vinci does not hide behind the music as his lyrics fire his version of the truth straight into the hearts of the audience with the goal of letting go. In his uptempo song, “Next time I’ll do it better,” he refers to the days before his catastrophic injury that sent him and his music career into 2 years of recovery. In the song “Recall For Arms,” he takes his audience with him to the moment his life changed. ”The minute you will notice you’ll be gone, there is no light no tunnel... you’re alone.” The Vinci pours his heart break into the power driven love song, “Your Innocence.” “The Way Up,” is a heart wrenching song about his seemingly endless hospital rehabilitation days in which he chants in the chorus, “If I can’t walk, then I guess I should fly.” The Vinci’s sound is best categorized between the genres of British Indie and American Pop-Punk...or in a genre of its own...Pumped.

You only live once. But if you live right, once is enough!
A life of cliches, shattered in a blast. He lies in a pool of blood, deciding not to let go.
Next time he'll do it better. Next time he'll be alright.
Explosions turn to beats, last words into lyrics.
Three years in the battle for sanity in the asylum of his living room, bottle by bottle, pack by pack, she goes, the dead visits.
It is not his secret, it is for the world to know.
Indeed life is beautiful, it is the living part that sucks.
Armed with his guitar and heart-stabbing lyrics, he embarks to regain his place. His fingers that refused to engage for so long, now strum a quiet, dark melody. His shattered voice lingers, and scratches the souls of listeners. Yet he inspires not to let go, not to give up, not to stand by while avalanches take over.
There is still a light at the end of tunnel that surrounds us. There is still a star shining in the darkest of nights.
A life of cliches, shattered in a blast. Yet he holds on to them closely. He will not let them go, he will not let them go, as he's letting go...