Even though I started playing music from a very early age onwards, I wasn't gripped by it yet; it was more something that was just there. But when I heard Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit for the first time, a 10 year old boy mezmerized by those first four bars of raw, snappy guitar and then Grohl's drums come crashing in, changing my life for good: I realized that music was it for me; this was going to be my life.
I eagerly plunged myself into its depths; listening, exploring, learning, practicing, writing, always searching for more, more, more. Since then, it has taken me to the most unexpected places: from symphonic orchestras in classy concert halls to rock bands on filthy underground stages, from funk combos in jazz clubs to singing requiems in cathedrals. Whatever it was, it kept my heart pumping, the blood flowing; and it kept my soul alive, and continues to do so to this very day.