The Catalyst

I cannot remember the exact year, but I guess 1971 would be close to if not spot on the mark. It was Christmas, and under the tree was a present for me which, to the best of my knowledge, I had never asked for: A guitar! It was a nylon string model and it was out of...

The Exodus

Sometime in the mid 60’s my Papa was sent on a job to South Africa, and our lives started taking a new and exciting course. He had accepted a permanent job offer there, and soon he was on his way to start work and to establish a home for us, while my Mama, Astrid and...

The Beginning

I was born on 19 March 1957 in the German industrial town of Castrop-Rauxel in the heart of the Ruhr valley, an area affectionately referred to by locals as the Kohlenpott, meaning coal pot. I don’t know if my Papa was able to witness my earthly arrival, since it was...