Once upon a time there was a dog born in Zurich. He dared at an early age to love, run through fields like a wild fool and howl at the moon. It is said that he has made and tried so crazy many different things as many others would not have been able to in three lifetimes. Whether howling Cyrillic, serving under related and yet foreign flags, floating independently through the Zurich ether or making Idaplatz a little doper - the focus was always one thing: interacting with other people and serving them with passion.
But along this road the dog got a little out of control, ran after thousands of bones and became a slave to his excessive doggy high spirits and self-sacrifice. At some point almost two years ago he fell down into a deep cave, after the impact crawling down deeper, deeper and deeper, very deep down, very deep to rock fucking bottom. There - at the end and at the beginning of everything - the dog met himself.
Since then the dog loves and respects himself - in every moment - because he knows that he only can be the best dog - for himself and for everyone else.
A free dog on the best road.
He has been making music for 20 years and almost a year ago he found Asynchronous Pop. His own language. His thing.
And he looked into the mirror and said
I AM DOG DYLAN.
(January 2019)
