"I had dreams, and they were unattainable, uncatchable; like fast butterflies landing on my shoulder and then skimming past the lilacs and the canopy of treetops into the blue sky. Chasing them felt like an exciting challenge, and I wholeheartedly accepted it. Put into other words, I started playing for reasons nowhere near ideal for any soon-to-be professional musician. I started playing because I had something to say." 

And so, when the year had welcomed its new-millennial digit and the youth felt like something that would last forever, the story and the rollercoaster ride had both begun. From an explorative musician doused in the vast ocean of his potential to a stubborn and persistent man pushed by life into the farthest extremes of human flaws and virtues, the years have generated milestones in the shape of music and literature; the artistic monuments to particular events, persons, and emotions, liberating loyally the rebellious although prevailing creative spirit. The notes and the words, altering consistently their positions, like two children on a squealing teeter-totter, diligently played a game of dominance so that today a glance into the past could put into the spotlight the songs, the albums, the sci-fi fiction stories, and the novels of romance and adventure. After all, to find own voice is to find impenetrable integrity and unshakeable freedom, and with the help of ripe imagination, that feeble voice becomes a screaming roar.