Introduction:
In every generation of music, there comes a group of people whose connection transcends fame, talent, and even time itself. For us, it wasn’t just about creating melodies or performing under bright lights — it was about the laughter, the tears, and the extraordinary bond that tied us together through every note and every silence in between.
Mo was one of those rare souls who carried light wherever he went. Always outgoing, always ready with a joke or a helping hand, he had the kind of energy that drew people in without trying. He could turn an ordinary day into a memory worth keeping — performing his little magic tricks, pulling coins out of ears, or simply lifting the room with his presence. There was something about him that made you feel that everything was going to be okay. He wasn’t just a friend; he was a heartbeat of the group.
Then there was Robin — beautifully complex, heartbreakingly human. He could make you laugh until your sides hurt, and the next moment, he could pull you into the depth of his sadness with just a few words or a quiet song. That duality was his gift. His emotions ran deep, and through that pain and joy, he gave birth to some of the most hauntingly beautiful songs we’ve ever known. Robin didn’t just perform; he lived every lyric, every chord, as if it were his truth. And though we sometimes struggled to understand the storms within him, we always admired the raw honesty that came through in his art.
Looking back, I realize we were all a reflection of one another — different in our ways, yet somehow identical in spirit. Each of us brought something unique to the table, and together, we became something greater than the sum of our parts. That’s what made it magic. That’s what made it real.
There’s a saying that music is the language of the soul. If that’s true, then ours was a conversation that never really ended. From the early days in small clubs to the great stages of the world, our story has always been about more than fame. It’s about brotherhood, creativity, and the shared belief that music could touch hearts and change lives.
As I stand here, reflecting on those years, I feel immense gratitude. For the laughter, the madness, the long nights and early mornings, and for every moment that shaped who we became. We started as dreamers, unsure of where the road would lead. And though some of us are no longer here in body, their spirit remains — in every song, in every echo, in every beat that reminds us of where we came from.
So here’s to Mo, to Robin, to all of us — and to the timeless rhythm that still connects us. Cheers to the journey, the memories, and the music that will live on forever.