I N J I N’ S Story (Part 16)

I told them, that I had asked numerous people along the way, but the replies were always the same, Huh!! No Anglais!!  So thank you very much indeed, for your help.  We all got on the right train, and this time, I found a seat, and a place for my cases. Services came,...

I N J I N’ S Story (part 15)

And because of the intensity of certain timings Marino fired up, like a cat on a hot tin roof.  By the time the album was finished, it was December, a week before Christmas day.  Joel told me he could not get me an air ticket, ‘apparently’ everywhere was...

I N J I N’ S Story (Part 14)

I missed out on far too much at school but it wasn’t my fault.  However, I had been given this voice of mine, of which it seems, everybody loves. My act is one that is very close to the simple natures of a river flow. Music softens the blows of life, every time....

I N J I N’ S Story (Part 13)

I was followed to Zurich, then onto Winterthur, picking up some of the band, then down to Lucerne and on to Bern. This being because rehearsal rooms were changed from time to time, whilst interacting with recording studios.  Apparently, I was given the all clear, but...

I N J I N’S Story (Part 12)

…quietly watching the wildlife around me. Rams fighting, interlocking horns, fighting for ground. Buzzards flying high above, with magnificent wing spans, gliding, searching. I realized that I was trying to sooth my pains away, here with nature, at its best. ...