Swedish and specially Stockholmian Death Metal is legendary. I grew up in this world and from the age of 12 I was literally raised by Dead & Jens from Morbid. I listened to their tapes along the Mefisto demos day and night in the year of 1987.

Many of the gigs by Morbid, Nihilist, Treblinka & Dismember in the early days were located at Ultra Huset, later Hunddagis and in 1988 I premiered my devotion to Death Metal with my band Casket. Pelle aka “Dead” came along and watched. A very strong memory for a very young boy. Pelle were a great person and he was interested in art at a stage that I did not seen before. We spent many hours talking about art. Like it was our little secret.

I can not remember if I first saw Morbid play at Ultrahuset or another location but it was definitely there from the beginning.

I owe a lot to Jens of Morbid for those days.

When I was bullied by other older persons because I was the youngest, Jens and this guy from Merciless, Karlén, stepped in and took my side. Dictated that enough is enough and they liked to hang with me. Jens later helped me out with my book a lot and is still a giant upon my shoulder.

Back to the main subject, this person, Tompa Eken, I do not know if he invented Ultra Huset in the early eighties or not but he was baking cinnamon rolls, “ultra bullar” back then and booked bands. He still is, today he moved his turbulence from the suburb of Handen to a spot south central in Stockholm City, Kafé 44.

He is booking todays underground scene such as my ex girlfriends sons punk band Jönssonligan (I made him debut on a death metal record with Crucifyre at the age of ten so I take some bloody credits for supporting his efforts, despite what the mother says).

We owe all this to him, giving us the chance to play and to meet each other at a very young age to start with. There will never ever in my world be a greater local hero than Tompa Eken, booking vands, mixing culture and care for young and lost souls. More human than human.

Jens, Karlén, TG, LG & I are still friends and in contact. Seven years ago something happened. Someone bought the whole of Morbids back catalogue for the first ever official release and Morbid hosted a release party at Kafé 44, booked by Tompa Eken, of corpse…. The money they got from the release were held in a fund and supposed to be divided in a scholar ship every year and the the first year had the one and the first price taker were the truest cult hero Jon”Metalion” Kristiansen from Sarpsborg in Norway.

Then nothing happened with that scholarship for a few years and I met them up at the annual old-school invite only party arranged by the one and only Jens Näsström. So they took on the ball and in honour of the great Tompa Eken I must here qoute King Diamond:

“7 years have gone, it can no longer be left undone

The candle must be burn again, and pain

Must follow the unholy flame

So burn… burn… burn

And free the spirit from its chain”

My first ever played death metal show was at Hunddagis in 1988 and was visited by my great friend and art colleague, Pelle ‘Dead’ Ohlin, a fantastic person I had the honour to become a friend with. Also a connection to the great Tompa Eken.

Tonight, we go back to where we came from, to the true underground of Stockholm Death Metal. We go to Kafé 44, we do not need to scream at any censorship or wimps or posers to leave the building. They are not invited. It is the release party for the new record by ppl from the true old school Under The Church, also LIK is playing and Morbid will give their scholarship away to someone.

Thank you so much Tompa Eken for all this. Only death is real and you bloody know it!

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Set it off!

This day, filled with messages that give intentions to disappointment because of someone else’s incompetence, will now turn into an aspirant as the year’s most enjoyable party now when my favorite bar Oliver Twist aka OT turns 25 years old and friends, brewers and legends from U.S.A. & Europe will be pushed in front of me by the turntables for three days and nights!

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Everlasting fires

Yesterday afternoon I hurried out from the office and nearly ran through the streets over the heart of the city via old town to the south central. I were in a state of shock and panic and headed from bar to bar had pint after pint trying to realize what the hell was going on. Eventually, I took a deep breath and walked home to catch some sleep.

For yesterday I had an original plan just to go home, relax and play some excellent vinyl. Chilling and warm up for tonight’s concert by Metallica at the Stockholm Globe Arena aka the golf ball. Then again I got proven how fast your life can change.

Just before leaving the office my doctor called me. I had over a year of investigations for esophageal complications. Been suffering from them since my trauma with Boerhaave Syndrome the summer of 2005. He told me that I most likely suffer from Achalasia, it is not dangerous according to him, just a few x-ray sessions and a slight surgery and possible injections of muscle-relaxing medicines.

Then you should know that I now at the same time suffers from a fracture in my shoulder that does not heal as expected so I might need a surgery for that one, too.

So, after having years of complications with learning to live with new handicaps, (learn to swallow food and fluid with a synthetic windpipe, learning to walk and talk again after being beaten to death by a manic junkie and living life with absolutely zero olfactories, the hardest of them all being a sommelier, have to start over and learn me the senses of taste and all that comes with it) I have to go through another diagnosis with everything included. I have to go to all appointments with the doctors, do x-rays, do surgery and then get well and go back to life and hope that the shit helped out one more time.

The same with the bloody shoulder.

Sometimes I just go and wonder if it is just would be easier to stay in pain and continue to suffer. Like now, that is what I do, I can hardly sleep due to the pain in the shoulder but I am still at the office each morning doing my missions. I have always been like that, a warrior fighting for my right to enjoy life.

Waking up today I just had all that panic, shock and fear thrown away. I do have a very exciting time of my life coming up starting with Metallica tonight followed by a great party week as my favorite bar in Stockholm along Akkurat and Nya Carnegiebryggeriet, Oliver Twist turns 25. There will come brewers, beer legends and fanatics from all over the world and I will see faces I am missing hardly at this great celebration AND I will do some DJ-sets, not playing metal music, just great music. Then there will be a few days reigning with super great shows from absolutely top artists in my world such as Under the Church, Lik, Johnny Marr, Jex Thot, Wolfbrigade, Sleep & eventually Iron Maiden finishing off the spring and getting us ready for the summer.

The summer might be long, as awaiting my bloody surgeries and medical investigations I can not book anything up at all. I´ve claimed holidays in August but might just have to stay home and then I can bloody work, if not I do have trips to England and Italy on my mind, if not I save up money and go for a trip to the west coast of the United States of America to taste beer and wine in the fall. Who knows.

So, my point is: despite you go through rough times, loneliness & medical disorders, look at all the good quality you still have in your life and take care of it, enjoy it, live it. I´ve met children in the townships of South Africa being brought into the civilized worlds completely rock bottom having hopes and dreams of life. It is ok to feel sorry for a night because you have to go down in your deep self and cry out the knowledge of yet another defeat in life, feel it, take the pain out of it to vanquish the tough times. Whether it is medical complications, just harsh times or your lover dumped you stay with your hopes and dreams and do not let the shit in life drag you down.

I hope to see some unexpected faces down Oliver Twist this week.