I've been painting all my life.
In my head.
And in my throat.
The possibility to use shapes and forms,
hasn't occur to me for a lifetime.
What I could do, was fantasize.
But the School for Journalism
didn't have a place for me, twice.
We made music.
In a small basement.
Feeling the bones rattle.
Turnaround fair '77, i guess.
No painting, no writing, no music.
Creativity in cauliflowers.
Own choice, fair is fair.
Happiness: wife, kid, own business, house, jobs.
Pauli P and the reborn faith.
Lots of music.
Four times a week.
Melodies and lyrics.
Good old times and missed opportunities.
Never too late to start.
Mirrors and biggest fans.
A new milennium.