We found him on a bench near the bus stop. No idea how long he was lying there, he seems to have lost his memory. He had a guitar with him but can't play it. On his suitcase was a tag 'Jimmy Been' and many stickers from all over the world, he must have traveled a long way. His cell phone was broken, he needed help. So we took him to my party.

Now he sees the computer, starts "Garage Band" and begins to bang the keys like crazy. Something flashes from the past. The familiar sound of the good old days. Rock, pop, blues and jazz is in the air. The party starts.

Does this make any sense? We'll see where the journey takes us.