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Tuesday, 25 November 2008 23:07 |
 From my memories pictures and senses peep out of times when I was about five years old. From my early age I was a passionate lover of piano, my heart belonged to piano, eventhough till I was twelve I've only touched synthesizer. It was the biggest and the best synthesizer which probably existed then, but for me it was just a big dissapointment. The touch of plastic keyes simply left me empty, nothing happened from inside to the sound which with all keys and buttons it could produce. The guitar remained, cause the memorable encounter with the piano happened a little too late for serious things. However, the piano is also here now as a source of inspiration and comfort. |
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