Memories help to look forward. Mistakes made, not to be repeated. The achievements, which cannot be final. The encounters that enrich, and those that grieve you. The friends who betray you, the colleagues who inspire you, the Teachers who correct you. All part of a baggage that, if you cannot empty of the past, you can try to fill, with the renewed enthusiasm of a strummer constantly in search of the beautiful. And in search of hisself.
A STRUMMER AND HIS VIOLIN
THE MEMORIES OF 35 YEARS LIVED DANGEROUSLY