Punk-Rock: Early Start is of The Utmost Importance

This is Sophie, my friends daughter. Its a day after the night before, when she sung with her dad's band: "When I was young man, I rumbled and I gambled, I flirted with a women so pretty young and fine, I never had a fear, I drunk whiskey and beer ... And now I am an old man, my life's a memory, sometimes I can't remember things that happened then..."

Unlike in Sophie's case, my parents who have many good qualities, don't have any musical taste. What they do have is patience. You would have to if you know how loud I listen to the music and also for the fact that my brother was briefly a death metal band frontman (dreadful). My educators were my friends brother Vatroslav who had weekly classes on music appreciation: "Today, we are doing The Clash", my baby-sitters who were also my dad's unemployed photographer friends and most importantly my older cousin Milan, a punk rocker extraordinaire. When Milan was getting married, my mum and myself gave him a lift to the registry office in our Yugo 45 with Ramones blasting the ears of anyone in vicinity. When he had a daughter, I made sure I filled in for him and I am happy to report that she now has no CDs by brainwashed stripers who pose themselves as artists. The girl knows her music.

I was looking for a song by my favorite band from the former country - Partibrejkers - and I found this small guy performing their song. The kid is a gem. He's singing: "I wanna know, where's this road taking me and my life, who's is the beginning, who's is the end, which man knows the bigger secret, There where's the heart, that's where the sun shines, There where's the fear, that's where the darkness lives. Be the same, be special, free, be your own..." And here is the real deal ... just marginally better. You can't start too early, that's what I think.

P.S. And thank you Donald for educating me even further.