The gates of music and musicianship were opened up when I was an 11-years-old kid struggling to make the school times a tad bit easier. I was lucky enough to be introduced to a drummer named Sepanta Noori who, by that time, had the sticks in his hand performing with the most successful players of the time. Before I knew it, unlikely to believe for the kid, a Japanese TAMA drum-kit was in my room and the noise was getting more understandable for the other 300 neighbors surrounding my room in 12 stories. Good music was opened up. Deep Purple’s “bur ...
