Hi, I am Izmar and I love to make music, and, as you will see, to write long sentences. Since I was 12 I've written well over 200 songs, and nevertheless it feels weird to say that I make that music.
When I'm really getting into the music, no matter if I'm jamming with real instruments or composing on the computer, it's like everything is magnetically attracted to the right place. It's like I don't really need to do anyting anymore.
At 12 I started playing the keyboard, and soon started writing my own simple chordschemes. Just like horsing around at school, this was a lot more fun than my actual curriculum. After a while I did what I have peacefully repeated plenty more times in my life: drop the curriculum.
Ever since I can remember, life has always been such a big mystery with so many amazing, enchanting, vitalizing things in every omnidimensional nook and cranny, that exploring and learning outside rigid, gregorian-calendar-based systems is usually more educational, besides giving me heaps of joy, satisfaction, authenticity in myself and the observed (ha, as if such a distinction even exists...), and compassion for everything in the universe.
True, going straight from the hospital to an orphanage as a newborn baby, because my mother, whom I've met once, was an addicted, homeless, schizophrenic woman who didn't remember who my dad was, or even where he came from, has initialized a certain process of getting on my own feet that doesn't seem to commence that early in most people's lives.
Marja, I love you for not giving in to the bad trip of moths in your belly and insisting on giving me this life. I know you had those pineal tryptamines going crazy all the time, and you know I know, since I've often emulated part of your beautiful chaos by ingesting the very same tryptamines and related alkaloids.
Mum, dad, my parents, the people who picked me up a couple months later at the orphanage: as I'm writing this with tears of joy, I want to tell you I am so happy with everything! You have given me so much love, opportunities, space, understanding... Every single day, all day long, I feel like I couldn't have had any better. Since you came, everything went uphill. I will love you forever.