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This is how it feels right now

A while ago (about 9 years now) I have my first encounter with what I felt it was the real deal. I had some friends who were trying to play guitar and go "for the next level", when I met a guy who at that time I thought he was a sort of demigod of guitar. He played classical pieces (without using any pick) and had a complete mastery of the instrument, it was so that that was the first time I felt really blown away.

Apart from classical stuff he played a lot of flamenco pieces and he taught us some of his repertoire and the essence of the fine and complex art of the flamenco guitar (I still remember some of that), but most importantly, he showed us the master, Paco de Lucía. That changed my life.

Some years later, and probably I'd say this, I began listening to Metallica and that changed my paradigm of music. From then, I follow the path of "Metal" until 2008 when I met two crazy guys who showed me "Death" and of course Chuck Schuldiner. That changed my life again, I began to listen more obscure stuff and one thing led to another and I started writing my own shit and have my first band.

Those were happy, crazy years where I met a lot of interesting people and learnt a lot of things.

After that, about 1-2 years ago, I began to put attention to some of the MP3 files I had for a long time and entered a world called "The Jazz Ocean". ANOTHER CHANGE FOR FUCKS SAKE! I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND JAZZ AT A COGNITIVE LEVEL AT ALL!

For all the changes I've been through this is the most hard and chaotic of all. But that's fine, that's not a problem for me per se, the problem is that my thirst for composition it never quenches. So what do I do? Continue writing Thrash/Death? Try to understand Jazz better and then take off? My inner shit says that I belong to distortion and speed, but that could be only because I've doing this for so long?

That puts my whole life in a sort of limbo, where nothing can happen. And that's what happens. Nothing.

That's it. Flatuleitor out.