Yuri Klinskikh (Hoy). (№ 388648)

I first wrote a poem at school, remember the spring something. Then to the army on the guitar learned to play and tried to do something. But the songs were primitive, about love, all a trifle. Then when I came back from the army, worked in a factory and never thought. When I opened a rock club, I looked at Amateur groups, I didn't like their poor subjects, remember the world was singing, about love, about something so incomprehensible. I decided to revive old. And so it has remained, I have become pretty good. It was pleasant to all, and that is how it started...