If my life had a rhythm, it would have three movements: music, running, and writing.

Although it might look like from the outside, they didn’t strictly follow one another. Instead, they overlapped, collided, and kept trading places for attention. Each of them demanded everything, each of them gave something back. All three were and are means of survival.

Screaming. Moving. Reflecting.

Today, I write about my first great love and my salvation: music.

My first records (yes, actual vinyl be...