I was struck by lightning

My mind was blown yesterday.

I got a call.

From Amsterdam.

A broken voice told me in Dutch (yes, I speak Dutch) about a lady who I only knew by some vague references. Turns out she had recently passed away.

But for some reason, she had been storing something very unexpected in her old dusty attic overlooking the Prinsengracht, one of Amsterdam´s most beautiful water canals.

Turns out this lady was a fan of mine and followed my evolving career. She had come to a concert of mine about 15 years ago at the Grachtenfestival, Amsterdam´s most famous and biggest music festival, and for some reason she fell in love with my music.

After the concert, she apparently approached me and talked to me (this I was told yesterday by the woman on the phone, who happened to be her daughter, since I have no memory of this incident), and this lady was determined to find out whatever she could about me.

She started silently following my path ever since, since apparently, she was a huge music lover and supporter. But she was too respectful and always kept her distance towards me, therefore never really building any sort of relationship with me. Bless her soul.

So, yesterday, I got this call from her daughter where she told me that after her mother passed away, she had found something of mine in that attic. A box. I was blown away when she told me what was inside.

This will probably feel mean, but I´m not going to tell you what it was.

If you want to find out, wait till tomorrow´s mail. I promise I will reveal it then. I´m still figuring out what to do exactly with this new information, but I trust that by tomorrow I´ll have found a way to process it.

So, I guess I´ll see you back here tomorrow :)

Have a great day!

Claudio.

P.D. Yes, I know the e-mail subject is a bit clickbaity… I wasn´t actually struck by lightning.

P.D.D. You probably know by now that I enjoy speaking metaphorically…