Winter 2011

Travel to a new place
New people
Musicians deep with experience

A date is set
18th of February 
Time moves fast
Rehearse until my fingers bleed

Fly out from La Guardia
Pack light
Adrenaline swells my veins

Meet Dave Ferguson
Dine on Mexican food
Recording flows
10 days pass
Many musicians play

Fingerpicking parties
Barbecue, sweet drinks
Play pool at night in town
Cook swedish meatballs

A record takes shape.

Winter 2010

After touring for months and months
There’s no feeling like coming home
The comfort of walls,
The waking up, The familiar smells
And ones own sheets,

the coffee,

Invite the good people through my door.
Invite the rest to fuck off in a sweet voice.

Weeks pass and I repair
Like always, it doesnt take long,

Restless I grow

find clean socks
shave
scrub my face
Close the door, turn the lock

walking aimlessly through the city
ride my bike along the river
meet good friends and talk
They bring me places I have never been

eat strange food
buy a good knife
filé fish
invite a friend to share that fish

Months pass and I’m still not writing

have a love affair

go to concerts
see musicians play the guitar.
People I havnt seen before
Laura Marling, Kaki King,
Sam Amidon

Sonny Rollins
The saxophone
David S Ware in a friends livingroom
He talks about transcending through music.
I Dig the Man, not the music.

Inspired by Mr Ware
start to practise more
gaining more freedom

I buy a guitar.
A 1930s Gibson
makes my playing sound diffirent
slowly it‘s coming back
Simple songs with fine fingerpicking lines

air so high and clear
movement without a trace of sweat
go to the mountains with my neighbor
buy new shues for the winter

Thinking about getting a job, music takes so long.
worry a little.

The love affair comes to an end
I’m ok

struggling, frustrated
It’s hard to learn new things,
Help needed

Call on Matt Sweeney for guitar lessons
begin playing together
We see Bert Jansch

I’m wide awake again

To be continued…