Sometime in the early 1980s, on a chilly dark afternoon, I was walking through my neighborhood on my way to a convenience store to buy my folks some soda pops and snacks; earlier that day my mom and dad arrived from a trip abroad and gave me my first Sony Walkman, it was around 4 in the afternoon and already quite dark outside, unusually dark as a matter of fact.
As I went on my way I noticed that the ground was covered in frost-glittering particles, in my usual "spacey" state of mind I embraced this magical wonder as if hypnotized. The air was still like in a dream and nobody was around, since I had no tapes for my new exciting machine I tuned on to a random radio station.
I remember it like yesterday - right there in that moment, in those glittering footsteps my alter ego: Spector Freeze, woke up from deep within my self - like an echo from one dimension to another my external reality transformed. And from that day on all I felt like doing for the longest time was to spin on my head like a twister and pop the electric boogie. Before I knew my whole body began to shake and break and I spun on my back in record-breaking measures.
With the sails of my dancing aura steadily blowing with 808 beats and synthesizer sounds, I managed to survive the dark years of teenage doom.
What I heard on the radio that mystical day was a program about Kraftwerk, the pioneers of electronic music and the grandfathers of the sound I now project.