Everything starts with music.
Bring me a mixed-tape and i'll give you all my secrets; the ones you want to know and the ones you've never imagined.
Sitting under the sun on a tuesday morning in Toronto, i'm starting to play my mixtape to you. For each of the songs, i'll give you at least one story. May the trees around, the blue sky above and the CN Tower everywhere be the witness that everything i say is what i said, not what i meant. Or not what really happened.
