Het forum voor 's werelds enige universele hobby! Snaren of toetsen, vinyl of cd, eendagsvlieg of rasartiest, op de radio of op een festival! Hier kun je al je ongebreideld enthousiasme, maar ook je weldoordachte kritische noten kwijt over muziek
He used to ask his mother why are we here where do we go how is it that you are dressed like that why am I not as big as you where is the sun when the moon shines why don't I breathe under water is the sum of a mass not equivalent to a form is santa claus a transsexual does rock'n'roll make you rich as the boy grew into manhood he kept asking all kind of people all kind of things until his mother seriously considered retroactive abortion or to take the boy to a psychiatrist or even a taxidermist or to the dogfoodfactory but instead she bought the boy a microphone! tictoc poor old mum you are sitting on a bomb!!