Dim neon lights, whispers and sharp clicking sounds at the snooker table. An Henry Mancini's old theme was floating in the bar room and Minkovski's slumbers were coming out from a glass of Irish whiskey. Coincidence of night wanderings, it was in the Rabbit Box Theater (Seattle) that he crossed paths with Johnny Nails. It only took a few words and some friendly chords for Minkovski and the producer to seal their friendship and their team work.

 

It was from Studio eXeX, under the impassive gaze of the troll under the bridge a stone's throw away, that an LP was to give its first notes. From this opus, alternately feverish and haunting, electric and acoustic, fragments of Minkovski's past emerge.