I LOVE to play guitar.


Yes it might not come as a mega-surprise, but seriously, I really love what I do. Profoundly.

Just finished my playing routine, going thru all the tracks from my classical album and also some of my riffs. All of those riffs feel easy to play in comparison to the violin virtuoso material, funny enough.

Once upon a time these songs represented my technical limit, which I now find a bit funny. I mean, technicality aside I still like those melodies of mine, but it is certainly not challenging to play those songs anymore.

I’ve now embarked on a brand new virtuoso piece, I just couldn’t help it.

I won’t tell anyone what sort of ludicrous project I’ve embarked on now, but I can reveal that it is again quite unique.

The feeling of your fingers flying over the fretboard, knowing exactly where they are supposed to land next, always one step ahead, Β combined with the memory used to its fullest force, is literally priceless.

If you cannot find joy in the art of just playing and mastering your instrument you are seriously doing something wrong.

I know. That I Love.

That I LOVE. What I do.

Let me repeat.

I adore what I do.