A taxing day…

Got a new passport done this morning and, my god, finger prints? Spacy!! So much quicker than my last 10 yrs ago, in, out, done! For some reason I’ve grown more than a centimeter, I bet it’s the vegetarian food ๐Ÿ˜‰ But yes, awful pic, might treat you to it when it’s done. Just bloody awful. As it should be.

Then I got home and did my taxes over the internet. So much better, quicker, and better for the environment. I’m a good procrastinator when it comes to taxes though. Never did like paper work, digital or no ๐Ÿ˜‰

Also finished putting melodica on a track on the album. Dubs and all. Fun, but also taxing. Butwhyyy? Well, you breathe out through a straw in an oxygen deprived room. And you have to breathe the same on the dub to get the same tone so quite a lot of retakes. I think the room steamed up pretty good, felt the hair stick to my forehead. Next song tomorrow probs, two of ’em are getting the melodica treatment and I have to catch my breath inbetween ๐Ÿ˜‰



Frankie says…

I think I’ve been on about this before, and I still am. In the creative field it’s important to work hard but also to get out, do something else, a walk or a little field trip is enough, just to get your head in order and function better.

Today was relax day. We went to a nature preserve with an old castle ruin, and even getting lost on the way we took it easy. The ruin’s gonna be there in half an hour, no worries. The day is warm for another four at least, so no worries there either. We came, we saw, we listened to the birds, we had a picnic, and then we went home. Didn’t stop there though. We had a mini-spa night. Serving crisps and chocolate. I said mini-spa, not full on spa tofu water mumbo jumbo ๐Ÿ˜‰ Face masks, lotions and foot bath.

Ready to get to work on album tomorrow again. With refreshed skin and feet, I might add! ๐Ÿ˜‰



Nope. Not at all concerned with the cookies when I have my lovely salad… ๐Ÿ˜‰

Bomb shells on the motherfuckers…

…Is what I just finished programming. Don’t worry, if you’re working on the album, it makes total sense ๐Ÿ˜‰ Putting up framework for the different songs so the recordings go swiftly and easily, even being very good and putting notes on the project for every detail I put in so that everything is easily found later on and nothing gets lost on an external harddrive or just in computer world in general. The degus tried to help me, or rather, they ran all over all the keyboards, but it’s the thought that counts and they got a kiss from me just the same.

As I was going into Sweden’s infamous Systembolaget to get some alcyhol to treat musicians to, some guy walked out of there not watching where he was going and kicked the beggar woman’s – who hangs outside of there regularly- coffee cup to the curb. Coins spilling everywhere. She wasn’t there, I don’t know if she was getting some sleep in the shades or whatever, but she had been kind to me so I figured I’d be kind to her and put her cup in order and put in the coins again. Another person exiting Systembolaget, fully concentrated on talking, shot me a glance and kicked me some coins that were far away, saying something about: “oooh, some beggar woman… mumble mumble”. I think she thought I was the beggar woman. I’m still proud of my thrift shop wardrobe ๐Ÿ˜‰ Anyway, it spoke to me that she wanted to help me, even if it was just kicking the coins in my direction so I could gather them up faster. Doing my shopping, there was a sign up: “If you show ID before we ask for it, you get a present.” Naturally I quickly pulled up my ID: “Where’s my pressie, wheresmypressiiiiie?” I may be 29 and turning 30 soon, but mentally I’m 5 ๐Ÿ˜‰ … It was a bracelet with a Swedish word translating Kindness/Concern. Thought that was sorta a sign I was doing the right thing.

Anyway, the pre-work I’m doing is both fun and at the same time I have some second thoughts about it. You know, you want that studio magic to happen. The one where you just ad a bar spontaniously, or a pause somewhere. This makes much more of a frame and it could take it away, but if we’re playing clicks it might also not be impossible to add that change anyway. So probs not bad. Just me wanting to be old fashioned with the big band in the studio. I’ll have one one of these days, mark my words ๐Ÿ˜‰



Here comes the sun…

We are used to bundling up for Lidkรถping rehearsals, for some reason there’s always more wind there, but nope, still as hell. And Robin was a bit late so we enjoyed the big lamp in the sky for a good 20 mins. We also talked Twilight logic. With it, my baby names would be Hรฅknilla or Gunkan. I’m not sure… mostly not sure about which is applicable to boy or girl, but I guess I can decide that for myself being feminist/against gender roles and all ๐Ÿ˜‰

Here we all are in Swedish awesome sun! ๐Ÿ˜€


Food Chain

Got some good news on recording, in the meantime I have to treat you to a new song written 2014 (April even)

enjoy! ๐Ÿ˜€

Here I am at the bottom of the food chain balancing up and down, here I am in the middle of the fruit cake and I can’t stick around, for your lies, your sweet, sweet lies/ There’s only you inside this law attracting fools like friends I’m gone, there’s only you inside this bullshit and I can’t be that alone/ Here I am…/ There’s flies surrounding all your posse there are no more tricks to play, you are stinking up the circus and I’m glad I got away/ Here I am… / Here I am at the bottom of your food chain I see you open wide, but I can run and your stuck in all that mess you’ve been making all your life/ Walk on by, promise I won’t cry



Egg Head

Fed well after a visit to mother dearest. When I arrived she didn’t give the mitella a second look, even though I did everything with one hand, including digging up the flowers I picked and handing them to her. “So, I guess bro’ told you about the inflammation, then?” I said and pointed. “Oh, no, thought it was a trendy fashion thing!” It does seem like something I would do, latch on to an impractical fashion thing rendering one arm immobile… ;P

Further tips on what you can do: Make coffee, delegate, unpack, put butter on a sandwich, balance heavy bowls and plates.

What you can’t do: grate cheese and open jars. It was a rather sad try ๐Ÿ˜›

Anyway! More related to creativity than music, every year I paint someone on my easter egg who’s head I’m not awfully sad to bash in. I had to make it recognizable with limited (and quite shaky) pen and egg holding skills, so I chose a well known Swedish right wing polititian. Google “SD Sweden” and you might recognize him ๐Ÿ˜›

Hej, jag gillar jรคrnrรถr och att hitta pรฅ statistik, gissa vem jag รคr!”


Sticks and Stones…

What a weird week so far. Rehearsals monday, album meeting for studio logistics and economy tuesday, and after that I took some time out on the way home to see the cranes at Hornborga. When there are a lot less of them they dance a lot more, as you can see on the pic, probably “I need to get laid now” desperation. Which I like, as I’ve only been when there’s been a full count, and the lazy bastards are not up for dancing then ๐Ÿ˜‰ I also tried out the binoculars for the first time, and you almost feel like you’re spying and they are staring back at you, even if they can’t see you. Being a bit more empty, there’s less check on parking, but I did put the money in. The sign said “the cranes thank you” and well… I can’t resist talking cranes…

But even more weird, going to rehearsals, I was talking to Silja going: “Ohhh, a massage would be good before recording, my shoulders are aching a bit…” and really only a bit. Went home after rehearsals and all of a sudden BAM! I couldn’t sleep. Took some paracetamol, slept a bit. Got up for the tuesday meeting. Drove to the cranes. All the while there was this huuuge pang of pain almost making me scream while driving and backing the car up. The shoulders have hurt before because of the “over mobile joints” as they call them, but never like this, especially not the last 5 yrs when I’ve been doing my back workout routine. As the evening approached and it didn’t pass I took a gander at 1177.se (health care site, a lot better than googling your symptoms and getting a big “CANCER” as first header ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) and they had a small passage on the mobile joints and how it could lead to inflammation in the muscles around it. I gave 1177 a ring, and the nurse talking to me immediately got me an appointment at the health care centre: “I can hear you are in pain”. And that’s saying something. Working in the Ekehagen village, I can hold lectures with cut up and burnt hands without anyone noticing, sneaking the occasional supply from the first aid kit.

“Yeah, last time I was in this much pain I was at the hospital and they gave me two morphine shots to get me up to normal.” I was expecting a cortisone shot, but surprise, pills, ain’t it always the way? Pills and keeping my arm locked by my side. Friend E called me “Gimp” looking at my locked arm, but then he crafted me a mitella of his scarf, so I forgave him ๐Ÿ˜‰

So now I’m basically using one arm. The inflammation is on my left, and I’m right handed, so I’m not handicapped, but things go a lot slower, which I think was good for me. Things take twice as long so I’m forced to wind down and do things in slow motion. As a piano player, it’s ass to not be able to play both hands for the rest of the week, but for the rest of the stuff I do it’s a good lesson. I have to wear what slips on easily, so my different glittery scarves I use as mitella are my fashion statements now. And I’m thinking something like this was overdue. I’ve never broken anything, never worn a cast, have all my original teeth, my appendix, my tonsils and both my kidneys (knock on wood) so the short “gimp” period was coming ๐Ÿ˜‰ Let me tell you, it’s a LOT harder than it sounds to peel an egg with one hand! Putting make up on is fairly easy with strong thighs to hold the mirror and brushing your hair takes one hand. Having the toilet paper on the left in the bathroom is slightly inconvenient. Writing a blog post is a little slow but it works ๐Ÿ˜‰ Very thankful that I have all my limbs and that this is a short period of not using one. And I can drive. The right hand shifts. I’m better at steering with the left but hey, practise, right? And I can still grip with left if push comes to shove, it’s just a bit achy.

Just because it’s thursday and I am slow enough to reflect on cuteness, you also get a pic from spring 2012 when my big little furballs were supercute bah bahs. Can’t believe they’ve been that tiny! ๐Ÿ˜€

The dance

The invalid

The tinies! All grown into those big ears and paws today :>

Stretchy stretchy

After surviving last weeks coffee blitz (ask Robin) the sound is coming together awesomely. While part of me is relieved that I can’t stress out about recordings because of all the daytime jobs, another part of me gets a little scared as we left rehearsals today, and I’ve been up since 5.30, and I sorta went: “Sorry, I can’t really finish a senten…errr…” Silja, though not up quite as early (but nearly), agrees that head can go a bit squishy with only evening rehearsals, so we have some daytime ones scheduled for the calmer days right before.

Mother dearest wants to feed me over the easter weekend as well, she even looked at me on my last visit and started cleaning out her cupboard, which might be needed as food gets a bit lost in all this. T told me “it’s closing in on bobble head when you stress this much” (weight loss where I get so thin my head and feet show their true hugeness), which I know is not quite true yet, but another 7 Ibs weight loss from the 17 I’ve lost already and I will scrounge up some junk food. I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again, I have no interest in thin for the sake of thin.

Easter week is mostly finance and logistics, I’ve arranged the meetings, and I’ll make sure I only sit an odd couple of hours with the other stuff. While I embrace every part of the process, the weeks before ain’t my fav. But yes, still fun. Tiresome, but fun. I’ll never forget I’d rather do this than anything else. Tori Amos had an absolutely hilarious description of the process, talking to her nice fav jeans. Fitting her nicely right around this time ๐Ÿ˜‰ But the new stuff is gonna be great. Count on it no matter what my Calvins tell you. Nothing comes between me and my Calvins? Ah, well, a few cm right now… ๐Ÿ˜‰


Let the record show…

It’s closing in on recording and yes, of course I am nervous. Everyone has album recording jitters. Something’s quite wrong if you don’t, with the exception of the guys and girls recording in their bassment all day everyday. You’ll see if your arrangements worked out, if the musicians could read them, and in this case since I looked them up on musician sites, this’ll be the first time I meet ’em, so I’m gonna have to socialize ๐Ÿ˜‰ And the rehearsals! Man, last year I felt super secure but went tremble tremble tremble as soon as the recording button was hit, leading me to have to record the piano seperately with no pressure.

I’m gonna forget my nerves for a while though, as Ekehagen job is starting and I’m gonna light fires, lots of fires! ๐Ÿ˜€ Just a little bit of a pyro, so it’s fun ๐Ÿ˜‰ I remember the job interview, when boss asked: “sooo, how many fires have you started in your life” and I was like: “Is she talking metaphorical fires or what…?” and went; “well, a few, hoping I’ll get better and better!”. She was talking real fires. Thank god I figured that out. Nowadays I’m a regular Drew Barrymore. Before the job interview I googled Swedish history, stone age, bronse age, and came to the job interview half an hour early making small talk about it. Fake it ’til you make it. Still think I got the job because of my honesty. “What makes you uncomfortable?” “Job interviews”… “Ha ha, I can understand that!” Anyway. Self proclaimed expert and love the job today. New haircut for every year I’ve worked there I think ๐Ÿ˜‰

Still have to take some time out to bake before recordings though. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about a comfortable team of musicians and such at recording it’s: lots of sugar. Lots of coffee. Lots of booze. Since a lot of the musicians don’t have driver’s licenses I’m gonna have to drive, and I’m gonna have to be sober, but they don’t have to be. If there’s anything alcoholic left over I might have some in the end, but I’m still a better musician when completely non-sauced. Last time I could have some whiskey, as I was a bit ill, needed to clear my voice, and all the musicians could get to the studio by themselves (my age or older with licenses) but I don’t mind. It’s all good, I’m completely concentrated on tha music.

Exciting times, only a few more rehearsals! Will probably take some of Robin (drummers) samples home with me everyday and twist ’em like I did on “Factory Floors”, it’s one of the tech things I love doing myself! Exciting and nerve-wrecking.