It's 23.09pm and I still have to get some sleep..but I promised myself to update the FAQ with this question today. Let me tell you something about all of this: on thing is what you imagine and one thing is what you get. There's way less space for enjoying movie-like moments in this lifestyle, this is what I understood. You leave your place, your family, your loves just to run into a dusty unknown hotel. The place is so strange that even getting a taxi is like a treasure hunt. Everything runs around you while you don't even get why you are there. You learn to understand that imagination and reality are more than different..and you have plenty of time for thinking about that while you try to find a house that suits. I'm being so tragical yet I have to say that my situation was even better than the average: I had my girlfriend here for six months so we shared EVERYTHING this place gave us..a lot of hard situation were sweetened by the fact that you don't feel to have lost everyone and everything because some of the things you love are just there next to you. But you are 14 airplane-time hours ahead and you start realizing aliens could really be around you (just by looking at people behaviours). Yes, there is something you can enjoy, like walking in the airport with your keyboard gig bag while people (suspiciously!) look at you or you can tell a lot of blablabla to people who know nothing about your journey. Men, that's hard though, compared to the real deal that you get..not to forget that, thanks to some poopheads up there sitting in the governments and to some others doing their holy wars you are just in the middle of the nutcracker..you're the one who really gets strangled and you better forget about this or you'll get paranoid. Then after six months I had to face today's day and fly alone for the first time to LA..you really get your chance to focus on something, something for more than 10 hours..deal! Not to consider that everything you've done with the person you love now gets modified by the flavour of doing it all by yourself..so you dump in your ears some pound of classical music and relax for a while..relaxing is good if you consider that you've been crying for the past 4 hours in front of pretty much every woman and man available on the deck. While your family and girlfriend give their contribute to crying, you try and call with your mobile phone..which doesn't work at first and then it almost gets itself captured and disabled by Mr. Stuart. You fake sleeping a bit, you eat something, drink a lot of red wine, then spend your time in the best way (to get an idea you should watch this video continuously for ten hours). Getting off the plane you start thinking that you are alone but then here they come a lot of people asking what are you doing here and there, then your luggage doesn't arrive so you start thinking "wow, happened again??" but there it is! you take your breath again and get out of the imperial spaceport (the airport)..there are lots of strange people holding small tags with absurd names written on them..these really put a smile back on your face..but your mobile phone doesn't work so you pay ten dollars for a 7minutes card that you go and use on a public phone. Family and love advised you head for home, take a taxi and spend 45 minutes (and 57 dollars) going as fast as a mad rocket through the freeway. Once you get back home there are some bills that pretend to be payed and a big, silent apartment that once was always containing the person you love..this time noone answers but you try and feel good anyway. A couple hours later you're in front of your laptop and you're grateful that you have internet friends and you don't worry about being a computer nerd because this time, it completely saves your ass. Driiin! Pizza delivery arrives and you put your square pizza next to your computer. Remember that your Pepsi bottle will fall at least once on the carpet and then everything will be peaceful. Some television will let you sleep better. And this is the life of a touring musician? nope! it's the life of a STUDENT guy who pays for playing music hehe, isnt' that amazing? once you'll get on a van driving for hours to get to the place in which you'll play live that will be ANOTHER pair of hands.....so as you see there is a lot of stuff that goes onto your head at this time. Being far from the person you would like to be always next to isn't a great thing, especially if she suffers from that..you don't feel good when thinking that it's your fault etc.etc. it's a web of sentences and theories that I won't explain now. Let it be said that if you asked for it, it will get back to you like a cannonball. There are good sides too, I can't deny that..musically you find a lot of improvement from the school, from listening to what other people do and from expanding your personal views as a man (BEST thing ever if you want to be distinsguished from scimpanzé).When you put your hands on the keyboard, with your sound loaded up ready to rock and your favourite distortion pedal glowing red ready to re-invent harmonics and make people talk talk talk talk about how sinner you are in destroying the virginity of your synthesizer's output 1/4" holes..when you do this you're the absolutely king and whatever you want to express in yourself to say "thanks life!" comes out easily. On the other side, however, life is this fascinating yet sometimes terryfing amount of variables and chaos that will always embrace you like mud, sometimes like rain or clouds, sometimes like a vague sense of loneliness. As Dann told me: "listen to the voice you love and you'll get home". Good luck my friends.