Everything Has A Reason

I was 26 years old, and I had another refusal from another recording company for my album. I was sad. I was mad. Mostly at God!

There should be some mistake about my location on Earth, or it was some kind of a sick cosmic joke to have all these wonderful artistic talents, and to be born in a country where you seemingly have no way to use them! DAMN! Why did my name have to be Selim, but not Rick, Nick, or Johnny? If I were in the US, UK, or any European country, and with more means and Continue reading →