Andrew Scheiwe

Well surely a matter of insignificant consequence. Splattered all over this website like a trout gasping for air on the sandy shores of some forgotten desert island, if by chance your boat should run off course while sailing the great ocean of the internet and you should stumble across this trout, this Rosetta stone of a human history, then, I guess this auto-biography will greet no other eyes but yours.
I must've always been into music somewhat, due to the fact when I was a small boy of five years age, I harmlessly asked Santa Claus (on a street corner no less) for a violin for Christmas, blissfully unaware in childish naivety of the tragedies that have befallen some of our greatest violinists. I went to school for many years where I languished somewhere between obesity, obscenity gross intellectualism and emotional retardation. Words were my weapon at school. However my oft-quoted phrase 'Please don't hurt me' was about as useful as Ronald Reagan’s then-touted Star Wars programme. Gee, Ron, I guess we had a lot in common back in those days. Even my playground trade of money for tranquility bore some sort of resemblance to the Iran-contra affair.
Anyway I left school in a flurry of looks and exasperated sighs from French teachers, and gained admission into the world of adulthood, the overwhelming sense of freedom quickly diminished by reality and youthful nostalgia so then I decided to make matters even worse for myself by actually committing myself to an Acting/Singing career.
And God knows, here I am.