My awakening with music was at a very early age, it all started with a guitar from my brother who was at home and the rest is history. What was forced at that time was to belong to a community of musicians in the neighborhood who felt they had the Holy Grail, the truth about what everyone should learn and execute, the religion of all religions: interpreting British and American rock. From the decades of the 50's, 60's and 70's. Blues and Soul music were invited, perfect. Everything else was not in shape, besides, it should not exist. Pop music and disco was the work of the devil, we should be away from it. Surprised by a friend who plays a song that is not Rock, you became stinky. You know how friends are in high school, cruel, do not forgive anything, if you get caught, poor thing. Although that did not take away from anyone the opportunity to listen at home what he wanted, as long as he did with headphones, you never know what can happen. However, listen to a good song by Bee Gees or fall into the usual guilty pleasure: Olivia Newton John, generate that she regrets later; I say to you; I chased you in your head like a religion, it was sin. Anyway, Pop was chasing me, but I was trying to ignore him. Nothing like knowing by heart the riff of "Stairway to Heaven", the chords of "One day in life", get on your knees while listening to something Eric Clapton or airplane imagine you were one of those heroes of Eagles While playing "Hotel California". Then, Pop moved further and further away in my youth and suddenly, in these times, I heard a voice coming from the Far East, in a language totally unknown to me, but thanks to the translators I could understand what they were saying.. I confess that he left me frozen, terrified, that voice said: Stop frowning or you will have wrinkles and you will become a caterpillar! How awful!!!