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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.