Prologue: Lost They say that you can’t step in the same river twice. But I would give anything just to swim back up the river and go back to the world that was thirty minutes ago. Last night, I exultantly fell asleep into a world full of infinite dreams. Our impending, biggest ever tour for which I’d yearned for the past fifteen years had already become reality. In forty-eight hours, the proudest announcement of our career would break the news and we would become the most famous band in the country. We’d go from four nameless twenty-somethings who’d practiced with the cheapest of equipment in the messy, dusty basement of this house, to household names. But before the sun rose, one of us would become a household name only a little too soon. I could already see us standing proudly on the stage at the head of the venue of our triumphant hometown headlining show. Like a rabid political rally beyond the reach of counting, single-mindedly gathered from around the motherland for our cause. They did not know what we were about to play, but they were such devoted fans they would know the songs whatever they were. We cared … Continue reading RIVERSIDE – EYE OF THE SOUNDSCAPE (A TRIBUTE TO PIOTR GRUDZIŃSKI)