Little Oli has seen the light of the world. He immediately rushed to the nearest guitar to show his mother that his education should consists only of Rock! This scene, however, escaped his strained mother.
So she bought the little Oli a violin. Now she knows how long a violin can burn...Well, in order not to write in the second person, and Mozart died,
... I have made myself again on the search for the headbanging.
During this search, my brain has turned into a muesli and I had a giant
Buddha at home. This is because I have continuously banged my haead and
among others in an Asian auction. This Buddha told me: You can rocking this world my son, but rather than constantly shake your head, you'll think about the meaning of life! I said: o.k.buddy, the sense of life consistsof heavy riffs and pounding amplifier! Right? Buddah has not responded. Instead, he has sent the multi-armed goddess Kali. First she slapped me several times. Then she grabbed my guitar and conjured up the best solo on the strings, which this world has ever heard. Now I know:
rockin is good but only if the lyrics are written by life and by death!
