Rubber duckie

You’ll get the Phantom of the Opera review, as soon as I retrieve my charger for my laptop as it is easier to work with photos and wordpress on there. It’s on its way! In the meantime, have my latest rubber duck find from Old City, Sthlm, it’s quite a beaut! No, I don’t have a rubber duck problem, I can quit whenever I want, I just don’t want to right now…

Musical madness!

I was in Sthlm this weekend, for Phantom of the Opera. I know, I know, you see Maria and you think “musical” but I’ve had my guilty pleasures. Got curious about a lot of them as they are referenced in pop culture quite a bit. Le mis and Miss Saigon; deeepressing but good, bring them handkerchiefs.
Spamalot and La cage aux folles; funny as hell.

Review of Phantom to come, but here’s a n excellent teaser;


Inspiration in unlikely places

It’s impossible not to be inspired by my Ekehagen job. I mean, the kids alone… The things they say, the honesty, and their absolute happy. No dimmer on it. The other day a kid asked me if I had kids on my own, and I fessed up; “well, no…” and I was prepared to get pummeled with questions, like I usually am, like: “why, do you hate kids?” and no, nothing like that… “Too bad, if you had kids, they’d know so much about history” Oh… well… true dat!

Today’s shift I got to work with another guide, if the classes are big, like over 25, that’s the usual procedure. And we realized we were both gimps. So I did everything dextrous (her hand is hurt) and she did the walking and talking. A perfect balance, one which I am yet to experience in any other jobs I’ve taken on.

It’s funny, usually it takes a music seminar of some kind to get the juices flowing if they are running short. But being outside for 5 hours, just experiencing joy with kids on my level of mentality (I’d say I’m about ten mentally) works wonders too! I’ve layed down some crazy sampling today.

To really clarify where I’m coming from, here’s another one of those pics of my work environment. It’s fairly decent.

Blessing in disguise

So turns out this sprained ankle can actually be good for me. I thought “hey, don’t be an idiot” and sought medical attention. And I was ordained a sick leave because it’s sprained so bad. I can finish my Ekehagen season, because the doc couldn’t deny the positive effect it has on my psyche to be outside and hang with animals all day (and fresh air and stuff like that is healing), which I will for another two weeks, but after that, I have a short while to just take care of myself. And my secret to making good music is; I do it for me, myself and I. Purely egotistical. And that’s why it turns out pretty awesome, I’m not worrying about anyone else. And due to my other jobs, which I also love, I haven’t been able to spend the time I’ve really wanted to spend on it. I’m a workaholic. I love the effect my daytime job has on kids, and the kiddo I’m assisting. But it does take me away from ego-stuff, and I may need a short while of ego-stuff.

And I must admit, after some horrid collabs on the last album/EP, a little “just-me” work is feeling pretty good and I’m actually looking forward to it. I do have some people in the sidelines helping me, but I’m calling the shots and it feels pretty awesome. This is a change from me not long ago, I couldn’t imagine not working all the time, and I mean constantly. But feeling in control of my music in a good way makes up for it nowadays. I decided to just let go. And creativity started flowing. During my sick leave, I’ll be a song teacher for a musical, I’ll work on my album and help a friend with his studies. And I’ll finally have the time for it.

Letting go sometimes just ain’t a bad thing. Funny it took a badly sprained ankle for me to realize it, but I guess that’s why we have our occasional accidents. To remind us of that.

Speaking of hakuna matata, here’s a cat cuddling up to homegrown squash 😀




Don’t have a cow, man

I am calmer about a lot of not that awesome stuff happening right now than I thought I ever would be. Probs because of working outside 5 hrs a day, it really does make a difference. Even with the sprained ankle. And there’s terrain involved here, not gimp-friendly. But I still love it. Worked a full 5-6 hours on samples this weekend and when I’m tired, I go back to cow-licking-cow and somehow I get my strength back up. Wouldn’t you?


Some Lithuanian goodies.

Got some live footage from Vilnius up in here. Had a great time. It does remind me so much of when I was a piss poor student and did anything with any little thing to put some nice music out there. Except; The state of the country is way worse and the people so much more driven you’re almost ashamed of how little you accomplished. Like, seriously, we arrived at the hostel and it smelled of laquer paint and sawdust. Something that might in a few weeks be a bar. 24 hrs later, it was a bar, partying on til 8 in the morning. Imagine Swedish handymen working that fast. Mind blown. Our hosts fessed up to sleeping about 2 hours a night. The festival was an old abandonded warehouse area and they made it absolutely beautiful.

And oh, I SPRAINED MY FRIGGIN ANKLE! Like, I remember when I was little and I sprained it and I just happily wore a wee bit of bandages and showed off my gimp status proudly. It was a little blue, and a little purple. Then gone. This is disgusting. Why would I ever be proud of this? OK, so when you’re little, you’re a resiliant lil’ fucker. But what the hell, it looks like a horrible, swollen yellow/purple/blue/red lump? Adulthood sucks!

On a small lighter note, I’ve had some great colleagues taking care of it, they’ve helped me bandage it properly and they’re not afraid to look at it (believe me, all you see is a swelling, I’m filtering the gross away because it’s friggin yellow/purple/red/blue disgusting tennis ball), poke at it and check that it’s not a fracture. I’m very grateful for that. I have some know-how being the child of two medical students, but when it comes to care, a village ain’t a bad way to go. And they’ve stepped up. Which I need, as I do a lot of hard walking on my job hours. So thanks, gurrrls!