Back in the day, precisely when we cannot remember, down by some river, we felt something. Inside. Something that grew. We couldn´t pinpoint, couldn´t grasp it yet. It was small, it was the vision of a vision. But we could feel it!
the vision of a sound,
the vision of music,
the vision of no boundaries,
the vision of something real, something beyond the feeling of inhaling melted plastic.
A pocket full of tunes, notebooks of words, strings on a guitar, this growing vision and the will to follow it is all we had.
It is all true.
We dreamed of creation, so we created!