one ought, every day at least, to compose a fine piece of 'blues' ~jonnie purple
this evening i played a gig at a wedding held at millesgården just outside stockholm. carl milles (1875-1955) was a famous and successful sculptor who, together with his wife olga, created this beautiful spot, these days open to the public. i saw a lot of photographs of him but not a single one where he´s smiling. it made me wonder.
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today i found my lost moleskine note book. thank you universe.
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a melody suggesting that income isn’t in sync with expenses.
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this one is dedicated to a friends friend who just recently was shown unexpected affection. by a sheep.
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in the dead of night..
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a sign of a great musician is that they can turn also a rather unmusical melody into music. thank´s johan.
to the sweet bunch up on red hill
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red hill also harbours new cape records, the home of south africas finest sorcerers
today i handed in my paper. my brains will never be the same. probably for the best. i think that paper is the worst. ever. this blues too.
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no time to ‘write’ music, just stompin’ around at the keys with the nifty soundcloud-app at hand.
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“Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv’st unseen
Within thy aery shell
By slow Meander’s margent green,
And in the violet-embroidered vale,
Where the love-lorn nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well;
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
That likest thy Narcissus are?
O, if thou have
Hid them in some flowery cave,
Tell me but where,
Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere,
So may’st thou be translated to the skies,
And give resounding grace to all heaven’s harmonies.”
john milton
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