Just got the news that no less than a super package of Iranian treasure Hassan K, the Canada that is far away from riding police officers, Comet Control and the absolute marvellous yankees in Earthless will pinch down a certain Truckstop outside of central Gothenburg this coming Saturday the 14th of April. I would really go there but I am seeing All Pigs Must Die in Hangaren in Skarpnäck south oft south Stockholm the same night. A great number of shows in this country this time of the year.
I’m back on some self-soul torture all of a sudden. I push myself too hard and do find major failures, that actually do not exist for others, in my behaviour.
So, now I do have to focus and pass this stage or something will go wrong. It already started. I lost a bag of vinyl I bought yesterday. So someone gets Peter Perret and Napalm Death for free. Well, it is a true treasure as both records are really great.
I can buy them again.
Sometimes the bottom is the only place where you belong. It is only from there you can reach for the sky.
Sometimes you choose hell. You end up empty handed in a real nothingness. Somewhere it is worth it.
Just down one of my fave boozers. Bought two vinyls across the street, the new Napalm Death compilation and the solo album from last year by the more than fantastic Peter Perret.
I met Peter Perret a few times in person via his sons, and also brought The Only Ones to Stockholm, think that’s the only time they played here but with some help from his sons and his booking company I brought them here for a fantastic gig.
They were 6 songs over their planned setlist when I and their tourmanager had to close the show so they could manage the show the day after.
A fantastic musician and a super human and he is luckily surrounded by a tremendous family, and I am more than proud to have them all in my connections since his som Jamie contacted me some 12-13 years ago. I’m honoured to have the pleasure to cross paths with all of the Perrets.
Peter Perret, I salute you!
It is time for the annual spring cleaning. This time I do focus on the most common social medias. Taking a break, at least, from them mainly because the loudness of people and their opinions and rules I do not agree with. I am a bit sick of being noted from people with hidden agendas and extreme opinions. No matter what direction you’ll go. I am so far away from there. Unfortunately, too many people connected to my social medias are not. So I leave you all behind for now.
So if you miss me somewhere, well, I might not come back. I might come back. It might take a week, it might take a year, maybe it will not happen at all. Time shall tell.
I got better things to concentrate my short time on earth with that stupidity I am, or will never be, any part of.
I’ll focus on poetry, music and gastronomy. I’ll stay here in my thunderdoom society. So far away from you.
One of the suburban local news papers paid attention to my up and coming spoken word performance at Kafé Ingenstans in Stureby next Wednesday, March the 28th. If you roll over, we start strictly at 7pm as Obituary plays a gig in this town that night that we are attending.
The article is here (fire up google translate and have a enormous laugh about the hair dryer):