Strolling about Tallinn one fine day, Drew came upon a band of gypsies busking in a square in front of an old Teutonic castle. They were playing Black Magic Woman. He stopped to listen in, and they encouraged him to sing for them, because Santana sounded like, well, not at all like Santana in Finno-Hungarian, It was more like the shrieks of dying narwhals . It didn't matter because Drew didn't know the words anyway, but they didn't know that.
AJ spent his pre-adult, larval stage busking in and around Mongolia. There, he built eco-friendly "EcoYurts by AJ" from old bones and blubberized yak strips. And he became somewhat of a legend with his simple, no emission yurts. He played his lute to the nomads who followed him across the roof of the world. They called him The Great Tömörbataar. A lofty name to be sure, it means....something. He still keeps in touch with them today.
What? Which one? When? Me?
“You made my heart sing.”
“Thanks for playing my song.”
“I bow to your Godliness.”
“Here kid, buy yourself something.”