Michael Maestro was born in a small Italian village just outside Pietra
Ligure, in the year of 1953. His father was a drunk and a gambler from New
Orleans and his mother was a tailor from Italy. Maestro had a hard time
growing up. His mother was a catholic and tried to raise her son in the same
believe. He ran away from home when he was 12, never to return. The first
ten years he got to England and mostly moved from place to place, as the
cops or orphanages found out were he was staying. In the spring of 1975 he
sneaked aboard a boat headed for USA, the promised land. As the boat docked
in New York, a pretty seasick young lad sneaked out of the boat. The first
thing Michael Maestro ever did in america, the land of freedom, was to vomit
a whole lot on the dock.
Maestro never really got an education. But in 1976 he was the student of a
old wise man called Ragnar-san. They met for the first time in the chineese
quarters of San Francisco and Ragnar-san thought Mike about the peace of
mind. What he learned from this old wise man, nobody really knows except
himself.
Maestro lived in the chineese quarters for quite a long time. Even after
Ragnar-san had passed away in 1984, Michael lived there for yet three years.
In 1987 he was to marry a young girl from Seattle, but when he realized her
hometown was what it was, he dumped her at the altar. As Mr Blackwell once
said: "Who gives a shit about love, anyway."
In 1990 he was called by a man presenting himself as one Dr James Fredrick
Cornelius Duppi. He asked Maestro if he could help him in the fight against
the Aluossric-syndrome and Maestro answered that he'd been working on just
the kind of medicine that Duppi was looking for. It turned out Maestro had
been a bad-music hater for quite some time. Duppi equipped him with his own
office and the latest in medicine-lab technology, and this was the beginning
of a wonderful friendship between the two doctors.
Mick McKenna, 1998