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A woman reviewed my third album Sologne in early 2005 or 2006. I had already made the album Loney Noir finished. She described my works as whining and emotional-oholic. It made a deep impact to me and i felt like i was robbed on my language and emotions. What i felt was wrong, partly because i was a man.

I don’t think it hurt me in the long run, it has been a long road around all this, but i guess i’ve returned to this now. In the good way. Man (woman!) we suffer here, we are disappointed, we are sad! (!). What else could we write songs about other than the sadness and the darkness. To keep it away, to keep us sane.

Its probably june or july 2009. Me and parts of my family have been biking around parts of a beautiful summer lake, and parts of it by cho-cho train ending up where we started.

My father and I decides to take our bikes home instead of the others taking the car. (summa: dinner upon arrival home). Dad is still stronger than me, knowing more of the trails and hills than i do. The sun is really low on the sky, just the good side of the warmness of it. I get really angry in the steep hills, on a bike from the 30′s or earlier. A part of me knows, this could be the last time in life my fathers got more strenght than me, i knew it already there. You get closer.

i was on tour with a band. we had just landed, or did i throw up the night before, after landing. i dont remember. the memory just came back, and i really enjoyed it. were probably in philadelphia, but not sure. at a radio station. it must be boston. world cafe. oscar is with us, sweet sweet oscar. stressed out bout getting malins tambourine stem, and im too hard on him. one of the greatest players i know. and best friends. im getting chili for two stairs above, getting coffee from some machine, and decides to use up the whole publicly (?) funded tape roll to turn my keyboard-box into a fake wood box. life is pretty easy, and i am happy. this must be when returning to the states second time. no, this must be the day before we started the Bird tour. Samuel connecting all his junk. Damn, i miss it now. So hard when out. I love how my brain and heart filter out. EVen considered my dark heart and mind, still i automatically filter out the good parts. this is gonna be grand.

things are moving.

Minneapolis/St Paul. 8 october 2009.
In a 2 story hotel right next to Mall Of America with rollercoasters and ferris wheels INSIDE the building.

I am at a turning point. This needs to become as strong as i want it to be.
Now’s the time. This thing needs to move, to start building something.
I want nothing less. This could probably be said by any aspiring artist anywhere,
still that is what i want.