Sometimes I’m in doubt about myself. My insecure fingers blindly running over the strings … till they suddenly remember other invisible ones, connecting me to the beloved faces and moments of my life.
Are you the observer or the observed?
Somewhere there’s a hidden place where a forgotten fire is still burning.
Anything you’re sure of might suddenly collapse.
Is free INSPIRATION still possible?
You have to download it directly into your soul, in case the web Matrix will be corrupted.
My new and old remastered tracks:
LIVE : directly as it came to my fingers from the noisy trains running here around.