Many years ago around this time of year I was sitting in a jail sell. I sat through my birthday, the holidays, new years and then some; 101 days, to be exact. It was a strange time and an even weirder experience. Nonetheless, I grew as a result and certainly got through it.
One of the things that kept my mind centered was my love and need for music. It was the first time in my limited musical lifetime that I wrote complete musical pieces purely in my head. With no instruments or writing tools to speak of, for a time I could only sing melodies and imagine where those chords were located on the guitar and then have to remember it. It would be quite some time later before I’d ever have a guitar in my hands again. No dictaphones, no cellphones, no tape machines. Prison sucks.
I’ve decided to share those crudely written and recorded works here, in a new series called “STADELHEIM PRISON SONGS.” It was behind the walls of Europe’s largest prison, which also held Adolf Hitler for a similar amount of time, that I wrote 21 songs about the life and energy of the day. First up, “End Of Fiction” which today holds a new meaning, one that I will try to capture in a new music video perhaps. Thanks for listening.
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