this time of the year again when you lie down deep and burps around in the dirtiest ashes. you’ve lost faith in life. you can not visualize your hopes and dreams. other persons you thought you loved just makes this for you. they drag you down, leave you helpless deep below. everytime you need to rise again all by yourself. your love and friendship ends up justvas a forgotten past. you can no more pleased or amused. you’re not even going for the dirt. you do not fear the future as you just ticked everything off. like you close the light when you leave a room. you just shut everything with a meaning to your life off. a typical monochrome syndrome. was it worth it?


just buggin´ (week 41 report and forecast)

some days are longer than others and gives you less left. or that is what you can remember it for because of the lack of action, like for me today. home called in sick from work (I have a major Al Bundy Man-cold, so I am definitely dying) and been flickering between DVD-films and computer nonsense with nothing in particular in my remainder except a Mogwai ticket, been looping some of their four records I actually own these days according to my computer ( Mr. Beast, Hardcore will never die, but you will, Special Moves and Les Revenants Soundtrack)I know I bought Come on die young back in the late nineties when first heard of them and saw them play live in Malmö out of all cities in the year 2003. so just because I was doing nothing I reminded myself of Mogwai, I spin them a few times a year and I always enjoy their live sets and tomorrow will be the first gig I will ever see at that certain venue. so this day of complete nothingness actually gave me a whole world of instrumental dimensions again.

been down in bed since I left work last Friday a few hours before the shift was ending as my nose was dripping fluid in floods and I started to cough badly. well living in Sweden you´ll catch one of these each fall. now I feel good enough to enter the sphere of the office tomorrow morning and see what is up with what there is.

there is some national soccer on my television in the background and I am failing with a mixtape I am recording now haha I probably publish it anyhow. so I can have a laugh myself. do mixtapes home is sort of different for me. as I do not have any line out from the mixer suiting my speakers in my temporary home, I have no pre-listening to the songs as my headphones do the whole sound and the channels are not working with that. hard to explain as some of you might not be familiar with DJ-mixers but what the heck. not taking things to serious about that these days. I mainly just make mixes with songs I like this moment and if I fail with the technical things, then so what. songs will still be there and I can listen. that is why they were produced from start.

so then it came to me again. thoughts about the book I released. as like no one ever said a word. I believe no one really gets it. because the lyrics are far from correct either grammatical or by word as some words are stolen and or made up. the same with the grammar. it is mostly based on song lyrics and then words are shifted or removed in full because the line should suit the vocal melody and the way the text is pronounced into the song. this goes for many songs. you can not write them in correct language because it will destroy the vocal part of the song. and as most people did not hear the songs they have yet fewer references to its base. well as I told people, buy it for the piece of art it is and not for a challenger for any Nobel-prize in literature. the next two books in this trilogy will differ and why the first part was an art book? well, you will see that day when the other two parts are published.

having a Californian friend coming to this city in just a few weeks and we will sail the Close-Up cruise with no less than 9 bands playing in 23 hours will be:

Rotting Christ
Ereb Altor


more than excited for that.

this week mostly excited for Voivods gig here this Saturday. supported but no less than earth ship, the lurking fear, and the ex-nameless ghoul henrik palm.

originally my 24-week training program should set off today but my illness postponed that issue to next week.

conclusion: thurston moore is my favorite musician (not band) that is alive of today


feel free to post any questions in the commentaries

more focus on the future and futuristic projects mean more changes from October the 1st. neither will the book or the download from bloodofjupiter be available anymore so hurry curry to if you want some of that action

so the past is dead & gone and turned into nothing but memories and  I will see a brand new morning rise for my good or for my bad

if the book will be undeleted again or if I will sell it at an event as earlier promised, you or I never know.

ouff, did some tidying up and now it really looks like hell here haha. fixing one chaos gave me a few more. now time to eat a portion of chilli, try to be social at someone’s 50th anniversary and then get some doom from Windhand at Debaser tonight. I might be a boring

to most of you I might be a boring weasel just drinking my complex beer n wine bottles, see bands most have not heard of and do not often socialize with others at all, but I am pleased with myself and got some harmony in my inner self, compared to others as it looks to me.