Okay, I admit here in front of everyone: I liked small Maná. And even today there are many songs I still like them. Ale, goodbye to a few, I know. But it is also true that because of puny I liked the world of rock. My mother was (and remains) a truly sick of Medina Azahara, so I became accustomed to guitar playing and stuff. Although not very járcor, we do not Liem. Soon after came the Mojinos (I to 10 years old, innocent ...) and continued leading me down that road.
Until one day the thing was rolled a little more. I was wandering watching on TV series Don Quijote de la Mancha in drawings, which I liked. In fact, I just had to mourn the end. Confessions Day today.
One day, upon returning from school (she was 1 º ESO), was at home my uncle with a hard pirate hello Sinde named La Leyenda de la Mancha and that was in the name of a band called Wizard of Oz . Naive of me, not that Don Quixote saw the cover was annoying because I live annoying I am now, not before , I thought that would drive the songs from the cartoon. Sure.
I went to my grandmother's house with the discman (I'm very old, I think), ready to swallow the entire disk strip on the bed. He began a song called "In a place ..." that half and half. There were no lyrics, just music and people fighting in the background. Suddenly goes "Holy Grail" with whiplash, with shrill voices of those egg-caught. I freaking. Come on, I went through the song without thinking. And so on until the fifth. "Windmills" was the lucky one. The first violin melody caught me completely. The letter seemed to me beautiful. The guitar solo voice, chorus ... Everything. Completely evaded me. I remember I learned that afternoon. Also that time I showed it to my mother and soon after went to pelarme since the discman. It was the door to a new world. Hence, more songs were coming from the group and then more groups that I have fallen in love gradually. A culture, a way of looking at life ... And a lot of people I've met on forums and concerts.
But of course, always Mägo were first. To those who have dedicated more hours and spend them. Up to deal with some of them face to face with a good feeling awful.
Now I remember the beginning with some nostalgia. Many people who have gone through my life and much that is to come. Many times I owe it to find that record. Or to see Don Quixote on TV. Or to know.
I leave a photo in Frank's house, guitar wizard.
Mills is still my favorite song. A bit of everything.
This entry is dedicated to people who have crossed over the years. Those who have passed and those who have stayed. But it also is dedicated to those who do not wait until things get alone, if they drink, dance, dream, live, listen, speak, feel, cry ...
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