Mike Torr has been a musician since a freak accident at the age of four when he was hit by a shard from an exploding flute.  His fingers are made of ivory, which can be confusing, and he doesn’t like the black notes as they are too hard.

A brief spell as school choirboy and another as university silent movie pianist were followed by an increasingly unhealthy obsession with live performance in the kind of pub where your shoes stick to the floor.  Inexplicably, fame and success were not forthcoming immediately, though a lot of alcohol was consumed (some of it by pianos) and there was general satisfaction and great rejoicing.

Getting ideas above his station, Mike began to play in bands that had actually been heard of overseas.  The strain of recognition finally drove him underground where he led a “normal life” for a while.  When he finally emerged, blinking, into sanity, he felt the need to lock away some bad mojo in a musical prison.  This was the Collision project, and on its top rung he now stands, surveying the vistas of film composing and contemplating his place in the pale blue dot called Earth.

Where next?  Probably nowhere for this time line.  To view a more continuous and coherent future, please leap to the parallel universe of Mike Torr, film composer.