Greetings gentle fellows,
I'm here to tell you all that the bard has buried every vital and artistic instinct...
...for a while...
...then don't rejoice so fastly and spare your cheap champagne bottles for better events 'cause he will come back when the sun and climate of his beloved town won't hurt him anymore...'till colder days...
So, every plans and projects concernin' his mission (like his album) will rise again from their grave the same day he will feel a sort of pre-autumnal breeze inspiration in the air...
Anyway....while you all enjoy this cursed season sunbathin' like a fat wizard, divin' into unhealthy pools full of arcane maladies, spendin' two or more weeks of your holy holydays admirin' modern monuments or lookin' for hidden pirates treasures by polluted seashores....and so on...(hehe)...
...the bard, yes....your lovely bard.....has found here and there some spare time to mould, record and mix, a special, new, tune.
Yes, he really did it!
...with the precious help of his soulmate Mane (Defixio, Muculords, Carnality etc..) and his loyal blood-brother Troll, he has given birth to the translation/interpretation of a song of a well known band...
The bard can't tell you more about, yet...be patient then....thanks ;)
No one, even the bard himself, still knows if his musical creation will see the light soon or later...
...by the way, it will be a surprise anyway, for it will be for sure nothing but the last bard's artifact from now 'till next Autumn or Winter...
Stay tuned my friend if you really wish!
...I will do the same.
Thanks for the audience.
                                                        With love,
                                                                           ...your sweatin' and tired bard...