Mr. Orange

When I was only three years old, I was already headbanging on the backseat of my dad’s Trabant to the sickest Helloween tracks. I would sneak my Walkman into bed to listen to the AC/DC cassettes our friend gave us, knowing very well that if my mom found out, it would be the end of me.

When I turned twelve, we visited a distant relative who owned a guitar, and as I listened to him playing my favourite Angus Young solos, something struck me and I knew in an instant that I also wanted to pick up the guitar. Ever since then, I have been pursuing the feeling of ripping some tasty solos and feeling good about myself.

After about 15 years of being a bedroom musician, I realised (quickly) that it’s no fun to be playing alone. I wanted to share this awesome experience with others, not just by playing in a band but most importantly in front of an audience. I wanted to look down from a stage and see the joy on people’s faces as they listened to our music…my music.

So I went out into the wild, and as I was hitchhiking along the road, I noticed the strangest thing. A spaceship had landed right in front of me with the most badass crew one could possibly imagine. They invited me for a journey with a mission to conquer worlds that mankind had never laid eyes on before. So here I am now, riding with my mates to unknown places, and I can’t wait to finally get there.