I was just 15 years old when I went to a forest party in Kiefersfelden in
summer 1994. But I think that day is to blame for me now sitting here and
writing these lines for you.
Most of you will agree when I say that puberty is the hardest time of life:
Trouble with the parents and not being keen about school. In the age of 15 I
was an outstanding example of cool boy in the age of puberty. I always did
the opposite of what I was told to do. In that evening in summer 1994 it was
the same. I wanted to go to that forest party but some days ago there was
the parents' evening where my parents found out what they knew before:
Martin is a nice boy, but the laziest pupil on earth.
After further begging and pleading and uncountable hours of washing up my new drumset stood in my room on November 20th 1994. I loved it. My neighbours didn't. I played like one possesed to the records of Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles... I heard Steve Gadd playing, Simon Philips and Gerry Brown and I wanted to be like them. I soon recognized that you have to play up to ten hors per day to become that perfect. More than three hours a day playing were not possible. I tried to avoid becoming responsible for the dishes of my neighbours.
In the middle of 1996 I played in my first band "From Dusk Till Dawn". We
played twice a week in Tuntenhausen. Don't ask where it is! I had to take
the train to Rosenheim and our bass player met me there. That was one hour
of running-time, we had to pay 300 DM rent per month and the band was far
from being good. Suddenly that all changed when a keyboarder reacted to an
announcement in the newspaper. After playing with him the first time we were
convinced that we were the best cover band in Bavaria. The name of the
keyboarder was Stephan "Pfingsti" Zeh.
In June 1997 Pfingsti asked me if I felt like playing the drums at a contest
with his band Rockinīs Great. I felt like it!
Since that three years I (we) can be proud of have gone by. Of course there were lows (Ich bin der Anton aus Tirol), but that is what brought us together and what made us strong.
Befor shedding tears of joy I want to end this story with some words about me.
This is the boring part:
At the end Iīd like to thank Pfingsti for freeing me out of the Titty Twister in Tuntenhausen.