I do not really know the exact day on which I made the decision to grow into a European tour with my own music, my own equipment, my own style, my own promotion, and my own image, but the decision arrived with absolute clarity—fully conscious, unaltered, and without any recreational substances influencing thought or emotion. Thereafter, of course, the entire story was enhanced and turbocharged, and ideas began to flow freely and relentlessly.
What I do know with absolute certainty is that it was December 2025, and it was before the day on which I was hoping—perhaps naively—to be invited to spend it with my “family.” That opportunity, however, was given instead to my off-the-shelf child. Nevertheless, on the 23rd of December, while doing the shopping and holding on to the hope that the phone call would come and that I might still be able to spend Christmas with my children, I was offered the chance to spend New Year’s with them.
Naturally, I declined immediately, because New Year’s means nothing to me. That said, if someone can cancel Christmas at the very last minute and believe that this is acceptable -and the right thing to do—then we can simply agree that this will be the norm going forward, and I will continue to move forward accordingly.
To break this down to the bare bone, I no longer have anything to lose, nor do I have anything to gain from what is traditionally called a “normal” family life, and because of that, I exist in a genuine state of flow.
Now imagine a situation in which you live in a cage for fifteen years. Fair enough—compared to a budgerigar, I could come and go as I pleased—but I carried commitments I believed in, I invested in my children’s dreams and visions, and I was content to be the slave, the provider, the taxi driver, the protector, the clown, and whoever else they needed me to be at any given moment.
However, if you leave a budgerigar outside of its cage and accidentally open a window, it will be gone for good. I witnessed this exact scenario in 1989 in Hinterbrühl, Lower Austria, when ours glided through a tilted window. The bird flew around the area for several days, and even when the cage was placed outside in hope, it never returned.
So I believe that if you leave a man like me without responsibilities and without control, something magical will happen—and the world will be my witness.
No mask, No filter!