It's where an old camp fire guitar meets the rhymed classical past.

Once I paid a reverence to my forefathers who passed me down that gothic name, and marched or sailed with my guitar a long way from the south of Crimea to the north of Iberia, from the first to the last of the gothic kingdoms of the past. On that journey I wrote a couple of nice songs in a couple of nice languages and, time permitting, I will try to share some of them with you here.