Tick! the Thudding sound of each second being eaten away by the clock, ticking in
unison with my heart as the pounding pandemonium which is my heart beat lets me
know when I have to go out there.
Imagine a soldier getting ready for battle, the sweat hanging like tiny soldiers for
departure as they parachute off the place which I call a body. Cheering and chanting,
hearing my name, is this all a dream?
First pluck of the E string Sound of drop D ignites me like a trail of anticipated fuel that
has just been lit. From the dark and sheltered presence of back stage, to the bright
technicolor moving picture of me and my band performing in front of 500 people. It's
amazing how the oxymoron of a band and a crowd can become a whole as the
performer involves the Audience into their life which we call "music"
This picture represents the unique way the artist expresses his feelings, as I do with my
music. The music I play is not just the drumbeats, the chords or the lyrics but the
emotion I portray in the sheer soul of the music. As the paint, paper or the brush is just
the foundation of the skeleton of his art.