beso

When I first saw that animated video with marching cartoon hammers, I understood the potential of music. And I fell in love with it. I became a fan of Pink Floyd, who along with Dire Straits formed my childhood musical background. During adolescence, I couldn't avoid falling into the whirlwind of glam pop and "quality" British disco of the '80s. Duran Duran, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Tears for Fears, Talking Heads. It was the year 1988 when the "Luni" appeared holding two cassettes. One had a cover with a disturbing cross with 5 skulls, and the other a cross pulled by marionette strings from a large hand. I listened to them on my stereo and said: "I will never listen to this M...A"! In 1992, after much gigging in small rooms and clubs, I performed my first outdoor concert with a proper stage. Only 11 thrash covers in the setlist: Metallica, Anthrax, Megadeth, Pantera & C. I was singing, but I spent my days indoors learning to play all the instruments on my own, following the songs that my mega stereo behind the drums blasted into my ears. I thus became a craftsman of music, listening to Gn'R, Faith No More, RHCP's, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, Temple of the Dog, etc... In the mid-'90s, with immense sadness, I experienced playing for money. The local clubs paid well back then—the band of 40-something mercenaries I had hired to sing Vasco, Litfiba, and Bryan Adams—but this led to my disillusionment with the profession of musician. It was then that, after graduating, I became aware of my artistic shortcomings and abandoned the scene. But looking back, I find myself managing a collection of over 1,700 CDs, vinyl records, original cassettes, and with my critiques, reviews, and provocations, I hope to profit from all the music I've listened to.