Been playing for 7 years with one hand and one yamaha (R.I.P.). I am seriuosly considering to involve my other hand also to this heroic and humble quest as a producer of sensations of all kinds - mainly sounds combined with odourvisual(it's a word isn't it?) pollution. Anyway..
My tragi-comic quest begun, when I somehow got my hands on one of the Hurriganes albums. Ahh! Three chords and rock'n'roll. Gradually my taste evolved towards thicker and more brutal metal. I have recently cleansed my closet from some skeletons, pop-albums from the times of my musical ignorance(1985-1995). Those years still haunt me in my dreams. Now as my quest proceeds, my goal is to include vengeance on the behalf of all poor souls trapped in the world of massproduction of cloned pop-songs. The weaponry consist of the razor sharp pens in the writing desk (which we never use 'cause the computer is more handy for us nerds) and the rude mockery done by incredibly odd, weird and raw riffs - it should make them unique in some universe - of virtually everything.