Turn On:
Exhibitions are my cultural recharge. I go there to steal fresh ideas for my songs and looks. I stand in front of an abstract painting and think, "What if this red square is a riff for my new track? " The guards are used to me always standing by one piece with a notebook, humming something. Sometimes I forget that museums are quiet and start tapping a rhythm on my thigh - then I get politely asked
Personnal Message:
hello, I'm Alba. I'm the one with rock‑n‑roll and art history running through my veins. One hand holds a drumstick, the other - a guitar pick, and in my head I'm already mentally matching exhibition schedules with bar flyers. My weekends look like this: morning - guitar etudes, afternoon - the Hermitage, evening - drums at the bar. And yes, I often confuse sticks with paintbrushes - but then I just draw the rhythm on a cocktail napkin
