Preface If, in the middle of Vienna's largest train station, you run into a beautiful woman, asking you if you were ­ by chance ­ into music... do you say yes or no? And ­ given you do not deny your passion and job ­ you say yes, then: Why? And: Did you think about the consequences? Well ­ suppose you're in a bit of a hurry because you're bound to catch the plane to Miami, where you will spend the next whole year, and she, not showing a glimpse of compassion for your situation, insists you produce a record with her. So you give her the phone number of a friend who ­ you hope ­ can do it, and you take off. A year later I returned, stopped by to see how things went in my absence and, well I had to notice that all went pretty well without me. My friend made the record. And made friends with the man who did not know at that point that he was destined to marry the woman who I talked to at Vienna's Westbahnhof. And just as little did he know that he should become the art director of a record company which ­ consequently enough ­ did not know that it was to be founded by exactly those two guys being my friend and me. In fact, nobody could know. Because the most recent job this man ­ Mr. Schläfer ­ and myself worked on was a rock record.Which, sad enough, never came to see the light of day because the band stopped existing before the record started being finished.And that ominous man ­ god knows why ­ was exactly the same who, at his entry test to the university stumbled into the studio where I was working, trying to get warmed up on his saxophone. I, at this point, did not even realize him. Not to mention that I, of course, had no idea of all those great things to come.If, at least most of the time, I know where I am standing, and also almostalways know where things should lead to, well: The way I get there is mostly unknown.To me, at least. But if the feeling is right, I think the results can never be wrong. And this ­ up to this point ­ is where QUINTON starts. It's about taking chances. It's about letting things happen. It's about the picture that you only see in it's full beauty as soon as you step back far enough to not let your shadow impair the view. It's about music. Andreas Rathammer