When I was little I dreamt of becoming a rockstar, even though I had little talent playing any kind of instrument. I didn't make it passed my first year of piano lessons, I couldn't learn how to move both hands at the same time, and my pinkie-fingers were too weak to press down the keys. I played the violin but was too nervous to perform and had to fake-play an entire concert, disguised by others who could better keep their cool. So I had to settle for just listening to music, and have been listening without stop since I bought my first cd at 11 (No Doubt's Tragic kingdom) and started drawing instead, which works out better for us one-handed, weakpinkied and stage-frightened. Anyways, turns out that the matchbox-people looove music too, and were dancing and clapping and shouting "One more time! One more time!" until early in the morning, it was impossible to get any sleep. Oh, today i got a new work-desk, the architect-kind that you can tilt, I have wanted one forever (kind of like a Steinway)!
Poster for indie-club Heaven up here!