About Me
raphael was born in lands far-far away to a musical family, who contrary to what might be popularly conceivable gave him the DNA, but hardly the encouragement to continue pursuing the arts in - admittedly - the fairly justifiable circumstances of a post-totalitarian economy in eastern europe. mr.dimoian's first date with music goes back to his tender age of four when he gives his first piano recital. eventually this lust affair will go through several metamorphoses involving ruthless betrayal of classical piano and eventually classical music altogether.after graduating with honors the business high school his family urged him to attend, he sought and gloriously achieved acceptance as one of the three best entering students at the academy of music and dance in his hometown of plovdiv, bulgaria. history will remember this as the first time the word "french horn" (or "horn" as it should be properly addressed) attempted to shape raphael's overall identity and contribute majorly to his popularity (among girls, etc.) or vice versa.yes, the opposite is also true.while horn seemed to have grown as a prime quencher of this horny young man's thirst for music love, mr.dimoian's real fetish was nowhere to be found within the walls of the above-mentioned classical conservatory.it was soon after the student body elected raphael dimoian as their representative before the academic body of the school, when he acted upon his decision to abandon the academy, this freshman flute player who never learned that jazz doesn't necessarily mean playing many notes fast and high, the country, the fam and friends and before there was time for the compulsory military service to do their thing, mr.dimoian hopped on a flight for a land some 8,000 miles away: a necessary step in his never-ending mission for expanding his musical libido.following are 4 years of restless, zen-like, wet, dry, spasmic, kinky, unhealthy, sleepless, awakening, with an occasional rusty nail inside, with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top, on-the-go, dream-like, phosphorescent, plasmatic, eruptive, erratic, erotic bacchanalia, aka california institute of the arts.yeah.it's all over now...
...a new dawn,
it's when i
do what
i want
when
i want
it
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