Wizzard
Band Story
Resurrected by Strings: A Guitarist’s Reawakening
For ten long years, the music was silent. The guitars gathered dust, the amplifier stayed cold, and the spark that once lit every heartbeat dimmed. And in that silence, something in me faded. Because when I stopped playing, I died a little inside.
Music isn’t just a hobby—it’s a pulse, a lifeline, a way of breathing. And without it, I lost more than a pastime. I lost a part of myself.
But this year, everything changed. I picked up my guitars again—hesitant at first, almost like greeting an old friend after too much time apart. The first strum sent a tremor through me. The second, a jolt. And by the third, I was alive again. The calluses returned, the strings sang beneath my fingers, and that old fire, that passion I thought I had buried, came roaring back with a vengeance.
I don’t need fame. I don’t need a spotlight. I am nobody, I am everybody... I am real. I’m here for the music. For the soul-reviving magic that comes with every riff, every chord, every story told without words. This is for those who know that a guitar can speak truths no voice ever could.
The bands influencing me now are more than collaborators—they’re kindred spirits. They are exceptional metal artists, fierce in their creativity and unrelenting in their pursuit of something new. Together, we’re forging something different. Something raw, powerful, and deeply honest.
If you're looking for glossy perfection, you won’t find it here. But if you crave authenticity, emotion, and the untamed passion of someone who fought their way back to life through music, then this is for you.
Look them up—on MySpace, Google, wherever music lives. And stay tuned. Because this journey, this rebirth, has only just begun.
For ten long years, the music was silent. The guitars gathered dust, the amplifier stayed cold, and the spark that once lit every heartbeat dimmed. And in that silence, something in me faded. Because when I stopped playing, I died a little inside.
Music isn’t just a hobby—it’s a pulse, a lifeline, a way of breathing. And without it, I lost more than a pastime. I lost a part of myself.
But this year, everything changed. I picked up my guitars again—hesitant at first, almost like greeting an old friend after too much time apart. The first strum sent a tremor through me. The second, a jolt. And by the third, I was alive again. The calluses returned, the strings sang beneath my fingers, and that old fire, that passion I thought I had buried, came roaring back with a vengeance.
I don’t need fame. I don’t need a spotlight. I am nobody, I am everybody... I am real. I’m here for the music. For the soul-reviving magic that comes with every riff, every chord, every story told without words. This is for those who know that a guitar can speak truths no voice ever could.
The bands influencing me now are more than collaborators—they’re kindred spirits. They are exceptional metal artists, fierce in their creativity and unrelenting in their pursuit of something new. Together, we’re forging something different. Something raw, powerful, and deeply honest.
If you're looking for glossy perfection, you won’t find it here. But if you crave authenticity, emotion, and the untamed passion of someone who fought their way back to life through music, then this is for you.
Look them up—on MySpace, Google, wherever music lives. And stay tuned. Because this journey, this rebirth, has only just begun.
Band Members
Location: AMERICA NORTH: USA: California (CA)
Genre: Psychedelic Rock