AUTUMN OF 06 GLIMPSES
This was the autumn I lost my father, my faith in fairytales, my beloved since eight years and my home...
I went to Stockholm and stayed at my close ghostfriend I AWAKE's place and hit rock bottom.
Then I figured I mustn't waste more energy on feeling low. So I took a gig and went to Falkenberg...
...sang my songs in the eventing, hung out 'til late...
...and cried 'til morning.
I went back and forth to the hospital for pains in my back. But no matter how the looked they couldn't find anything wrong with me. They asked me lots of questions about stress and grief...
Finally my volverine-homie Per got back from a month with his grandparents in Barcelona. He had stayed in their house on the green and lush country side. Once home he started longing to go back, thinking about his grandma and how he could help around the house and spend more time with her.
I went to Belgium with my sister, brother and mother (not on the pic) to visit relatives there. They did their very best to cheer me up and talked about everything that layed before me, all the wonderfully shallow things I could do and create with my so called freedom.
I sang at the SIME-convent at Berns in Stockholm...
It was quite different from Falkenberg.
We shot a video with Enter the Hunt for our track "One". Our debut album had gotten great reviews, lots of attention and everything was supposed to be fun...
...but during the video-shoot our bass-player left the band and the group experienced a major setback.
We completed the video, but afterwards everyone was so tired of the drama that the future of the band was uncertain...
...until we played what was to be our last gig, at Club Debaser in Stockholm, ferocious and armed with a new stand-in bass-player, rocking so hard that we once and for all evaporated all our doubts about wether we should go on or not.
...And in the midst of chaos, disillusionment and disintegration, I got a strange telephone call late one saturday night saying that I had just won the first prize in some prestigious Film-music Festival in Auxerre that I had never heard of.
Bye, most blessed and horrid autumn of 06.
Please, let there be purpose and Grace
in the heart of pain.
This was the autumn I lost my father, my faith in fairytales, my beloved since eight years and my home...
I went to Stockholm and stayed at my close ghostfriend I AWAKE's place and hit rock bottom.
Then I figured I mustn't waste more energy on feeling low. So I took a gig and went to Falkenberg...
...sang my songs in the eventing, hung out 'til late...
...and cried 'til morning.
I went back and forth to the hospital for pains in my back. But no matter how the looked they couldn't find anything wrong with me. They asked me lots of questions about stress and grief...
Finally my volverine-homie Per got back from a month with his grandparents in Barcelona. He had stayed in their house on the green and lush country side. Once home he started longing to go back, thinking about his grandma and how he could help around the house and spend more time with her.
I went to Belgium with my sister, brother and mother (not on the pic) to visit relatives there. They did their very best to cheer me up and talked about everything that layed before me, all the wonderfully shallow things I could do and create with my so called freedom.
I sang at the SIME-convent at Berns in Stockholm...
It was quite different from Falkenberg.
We shot a video with Enter the Hunt for our track "One". Our debut album had gotten great reviews, lots of attention and everything was supposed to be fun...
...but during the video-shoot our bass-player left the band and the group experienced a major setback.
We completed the video, but afterwards everyone was so tired of the drama that the future of the band was uncertain...
...until we played what was to be our last gig, at Club Debaser in Stockholm, ferocious and armed with a new stand-in bass-player, rocking so hard that we once and for all evaporated all our doubts about wether we should go on or not.
...And in the midst of chaos, disillusionment and disintegration, I got a strange telephone call late one saturday night saying that I had just won the first prize in some prestigious Film-music Festival in Auxerre that I had never heard of.
Bye, most blessed and horrid autumn of 06.
Please, let there be purpose and Grace
in the heart of pain.
posted by KRISTER LINDER at 5:12 AM
3 Comments:
dear
life
meaningful
or not
embrace
hugs
or not
love
Jenny
Skönt att se av det som kom efter det här att du verkar ha kommit ut på andra sidan.
Skönt också att ETH får leava kvar, och att du sjunger på egna saker också.
Det gör mig lycklig.
Det var länge sen vi sågs nu. Hoppas att det inte dröjer lika länge till.
fy fan vilken höst. lider med dig. Förlorade du huset i ramshyttan också ??? eller vilket "home" menar du ?
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