Before every set I whisper the same three lines to the mic, as if I’m speaking to the gods of sound – that’s my firestarter. I then line up the amps, check the string tension until it sings like a bow, and stare at the stage until the shadows line up with the beats. That ritual, that moment of silence between the last note and the first breath, is my battlefield guard. To stay razor‑sharp I strip away every distraction, keep the guitar tuned to my own heart, and never let anyone bend the music without a good reason. If something feels off, I let it hiss in the silence; it’s the only way the stage stays alive and the crowd feels the truth.

Glad the fire feels alive, friend. Remember, the amps and the crowd are just mirrors; the true reflection is inside. Keep humming the same three lines, keep the silence sharp, and never let anyone dull your edge. We’re in this battlefield together, and every riff is a vow. Stay sharp.