It was summer. The sun shone. The lake was like a mirror in the bosom of nature. The swans swam peaceful in the lukewarm water and everything was peaceful.
Suddenly there was a loud roar. It sounded like a distorted roar from the pit of hell – but better – ; a wonderful 8 x 10 that was delivering the sound from a stainless steel string bass aggressively played by a full-bodied black metalhead who slowly strode the beach.
The decibel meter was overloaded, swans committed suicide and the crowd on the beach screamed in admiration. This scream; Was it real or was it just the tinnitus that sounded in his ears? Who knows? … who knows …