Music sounded like shit until I first heard the Velvets in my 15th year of existence. At the time I was living alone in Vancouver, Canada, sitting in a snowed apartment with one light and a crackling Fisher-price record player, and ever since I had been making irritable electric noise for my neighbours and friends to endure. 

Growing up listening to Bob Dylan and The Beatles' records of my dad, they never truly resonate with me. From the Velvet Underground, the education went on from Suicide to Jesus and The Mary chain; from P J Harvey to The Kills. What I found was the ever-present drone. Years later I finally and accidentally found Tony Conrad, the electric Violinist who first started it all along with The Velvets' John Cale. I could never leave amplified strings then, and there is no going back.