It was deep in the night, so at one point, for one or two short moments, my voice is losing its flow. But anyway, it’s always quite strange to play and talk music „till the morning comes“. (Oh, yeah, that old Neil Young song from „After The Goldrush“). Most of these hours‘ talking is written down, some of it improvised, with some key words. Diving into these guitar albums – crossing five decades – is a time travel of sorts, a subtle crossover of memories and being in the drifting here and now. If the music takes me away too far, the newsman will appear behind the glass window, and I’m forced back into reality. A short shot of adrenaline. Best, Michael!