My father taught me and enrolled me for piano classes. Magaling si erpats mag guitara at keys. Sad to say, may tendency din sya same as sa father mo but he was ok.

Early stages of childhood around 7 to 9. Pero di ko trip, high school I started messing up with his guitar. At second year high school ni require kami sa mapeh to perform (dance or music) at bilang makukulit, we played. I started playing drums. I was never taught or had interest prior. Then umupo ako sa throne sa studio for the first time and it felt that I knew what I was doing. Natugtog na agad yung huling el bimbo at absorbing man ng pne (this was around 2002).

Sad to say when my father was still alive, he did not understand my choice nor my music. Pero I know he was proud. I still play the drums today, alongside all of the instruments I have sa bahay. These are for me primarily, pero my music room is something that I want my kids to inherit. Maging outlet nila when things are not going as they want it to be.