They're still out there. Musicians that make music because they cannot do anything else, because they cannot be anything else. Playful vagabonds, soundscape Argonauts, Aoide’s last apostles, forgotten filigree of bygone epochs, watchmakers in the age of quartz. In the here and now in which the art of music is too often preserved by the make up artists, by the trendsetters and Zeitgeist fabricants - in such a dizzying hour a mission that not too seldom ends under some bridge.