Wyrlo

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I play music, I see things from a different perspective, and I appreciate every little thing that comes my way.. Though sometimes, I strive to keep my cool.. Because we're only human. We can make mistakes, thus learn from it, so we may never come across it again.. But we can't escape the inevitable, we WILL come across it again one way or another.. We only live once. We won't be here again.. We must do what we must do..
I'm the middle in a brood of five. Therefore, I may have what you may call the "Middle-Child Syndrome". I don't think so but who knows? I like music and the arts. Everything from the tiniest detail of every living creature that slacks in this wasteland-turned world of ours. And I'm not even trying to look like a good person now, am I?
I play bass in almost any place they'd let me do it. Rock and Roll doesn't imply on the genre but on the way of life of a rockstar. It doesn't always have to be cheers, getting booed off gives you more strength to go on and show your true quality..