Poem.

When you spontaneously feel the rhythm in your soul come alive.

Thought provoking poem.

Being a drum is quite the delight…

Our brother was struggling, and we wouldn’t even pay him for his services. I ask you; who walks into a supermarket expecting free groceries?

There was no sound. Walon was still spinning.

Micky comes on the scene.

A personal autobiography of my first public drumming "gig" in front of my classmates at school, and the abject fear, nervousness and personal success that accompanied it. I was about to reach for the stars.

A true tale of the wild side.