The scent of blossom grass, The breeze, Longest days in a year when during dusk the sky covered with songs of goodbye.....feels it will never ends...I don't want it ends
I love music, i wrote some....they are my manifest, my legacy, the only voices when loneliness drag me down...they are mix of awful sounds of feeling being ignored, being abandoned, distortion of angers and hatred, psychedelic repeated tones looping around three minutes of misery.
I learn to play guitar in my first year in junior high, it was the prime time of sound evolution....the golden era of youth rebellion.
Nirvana is the king of radio airplay around the globe, and I just sit there in front of my radio wondering how those guys make a melodious cacophony fit in my ears.
My older brother bought me the debut album of Radiohead titled Pablo Honey it's inspire and influence me a lot to play and know more about music.
Nowadays i live on that lane, world of distortions and repeated tones.
I'm big fan of Mocca and their song "and rain will fall" inspires me to take "rainwillfall' as a
