Dark times have arrived, the land of infinite beauty which is called music has been clouded by a swarm of simple-minded opportunistic insects, who call themselves the Billboard.
Ockham has never dug his blade so deep in the fields of culture, and from the crowds, some odd ones will rise and defend the beauty of music. Some will call them misfits, and some will call them crazy… Deranged, disturbed, insane…
But I call them heroes.
Those who stand before those who have become blind, or rather deaf, to the truth, to the beauty. Those who relentlessly try to awaken their … Read more