När jag släppte taget..
”Och mörkret, skammen och ensamheten fick ta över när jag släppte taget och gav upp hoppet om en slags vettig karriär under en pandemi.”
Ärret som aldrig försvinner.
“Resten av kvällen är brottstycken. Knivskarpa brottstycken som utan problem spelas upp i mitt huvud. Den där vingliga promenaden mot centralen där bussen väntade. Kylan av glasrutan mot min panna när jag sjönk ihop i sätet längst bak i bussen.
Och så elden. Lågorna från taken.”
Ett fördömande.
“Det luktar unket i pojkrummet nu, och det hjälper inte att vädra, för stanken sitter i väggarna. Moralpaniken blir en kul grej för de som ser horisonten uppe på humorhästen, men de som försöker slita sig ur skuggan av misshandel, övergrepp och en barndom som ligger till grunden för ett vuxet liv där allt går ut på att döva smärtan och förtränga minnen, får se sin kamp förminskad, och sina demoner nu få en röst och ett medialt genomslag som aldrig förr.”
To the edge and back.
“I started my way in the music business with the sole promise to never make it about money. But when money is the only thing that matters in order for you to survive and move forward, every gig becomes a chore. And I hate that feeling more than anything.”
Yes, #MeToo
"I won't lie. I am both sides of this coin. I am the one who might have offended, and added fuel to the fire in situations where I might have found myself "entitled" to go down that path because of personal insecurities or as a way of trying to save face..."
Pressure and time
I kick myself for being so bad at writing posts on here. I know for a fact that a lot of the people that find their way in to the site is actually reading these, and not surprisingly some of you have actually talked about it with me on some occasions at gigs. I's a really cool feeling, and it makes me happy that you take my words as something more that rants and ramblings of a man trying his best to survive in a crazy industry
Cloud nine
"I would like to describe the feeling for you, but I can't. It is pretty much impossible. The closest I get to describe it would be if you took some fire ants, got them jacked up on LSD, glazed them with hot sauce, mixed them up up with pure adrenaline and injected it into your bloodstream every five seconds."
Molasses and sunglasses
"I know.
You’re wondering: What’s wth the makeup right? Everyone does. The Swedes are anyway.
Some of you may know that it’s called a sugar skull and that i’ts a pretty common sight in the voodoo-shops off Decatur Street."
Jackson Square Shuffle. (Eng)
"There's a back story to this post, and it includes one of Sweden's more popular solo artists. His name is Håkan Hellström, (pronounced Hawkan Hellstroem), and he might not be the best singer int the world but his lyrics are simple and straight-forward, in a David Bowie kind of way. He's from my home town of Gothenburg and he just managed to sell out the biggest stadium twice, playing for an audience of about 140.000 people in two days. It's really a thing to become somewhat of a prophet in your home town, but he's done it in some way."