First Thing First – Me And The Music

The memories I hold close often play out like a melody; familiar, nostalgic, and always profound. Music has always been my compass, and I believe it’s about time I share some notes from this lifelong song of mine. Here, on this little corner of my website, I aim to unspool threads of the musical tapestry that has coloured every chapter of my life, from the early days of innocent wonder to now. To many, I’m just another face in the crowd. To some, I might even appear ordinary. But within the walls of my own world, I reign supreme. It all depends on the lens you view me through.
My parents, with their gentle souls and kind hearts, provided me with a solid foundation. They instilled in me values of humility, politeness, and education. We lacked for nothing, and the wisdom they passed down was priceless. A particularly heart-warming memory I have is of my mother’s affinity for music. In an era and place where international hits were rare commodities due to censorship, our home was an oasis of melodies from around the globe. One such melody remains etched in my memory from a summer with my grandparents in the countryside. It emanated from a curious device at a relative’s house—a turntable. To my young eyes, it was a portal to another realm. From it played George Baker Selection’s “Una Paloma Blanca”, the first song that truly moved me. The memories associated with that vinyl and turntable are now bittersweet, as the elders who cherished it have long since passed on, and the whereabouts of that precious device remain unknown.

An old Pacific turntable and radio combo
Fast forward to 1986. A Russian cassette recorder, inspired by Telefunken M201, made its way into our household. That device became my gateway into the captivating world of Western music. Despite the looming threats of censorship and political scrutiny, I dived into the beats of funk, house, rock, and electronic genres. Artists like Kraftwerk, Man Parrish, Abba, and Depeche Mode shared tape space with Italian tunes that became my frequent companions.

Electronika – Soviet cassette recorder, inspired from Telefunken M201
The more I listened, the deeper I delved into the intricacies of music. I dissected songs in my mind, contemplating the artist’s choices and even reimagining tracks in new, personal renditions. By the time I was seven, I was humming my own versions of songs and recording rudimentary remixes with whatever I had at hand. My love for music was steadfast, and while it would be a few more years before I could fully express it, the foundation had been set.
The echoes of those early days still resonate in every tune I create today.
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