Come and discover how Johan Cruyff was the Bob Dylan of Amsterdam, and Ajax The Beatles of football as we sit down with an exclusive with David Winner.
A Quiet Explosion
Before Jimmy Hendrix and the purple haze of space, before God himself, there was a singularity. Before there was a concept of time signatures or time itself, a single pulse sent ripples across the hyper-condensed skin of creation. A spike in the heart-monitor of a multiverse yet to be. The progression of the soundless, agitating vibrations was interspersed much like Jimmy Page’s improvised licks and riffs until it exploded outwards into a chaotic atom-splitting guitar solo for the aeons – followed by the muffled crash of protoplanetary cymbals (disk), the banshee shriek of light tearing into the deafening vacuum of darkness everywhere at once.