im on a renewed x-japan high. yoshiki, hide (R.I.P.), pata, heath, toshi.. those were the days of real rock music. it's true - regardless of race, language or religion - music speaks to all who seek for it. it's undescribable when you just hear that first note of a song or melody, that first lyric, the voice that translates it into the words, those instruments that weave it into one, and you know that IS the one, the one song you've been wanting to hear for your whole life. music has always been very important to me - however sadly unfortunate i am to be cursed without the ability or the perserverance to go learn. so i turn my longing and my deprivation into appreciation and passion for those that can. but i doubt i'd ever be complete..

i remember those days i sat by the piano and tinkled the first notes of the usual kid's songs we learn in the first few grades. and how swiftly i gave in to my child-like impatience and left it to run in the sun. and how i sought to play in my later years, and realised - that it was too late.