The days are blurring together.
I'm awake all night and sleep 'til afternoon.
Losing sense of time.
I can't escape myself, call a friend and hang out.
Everyone's busy making a living.
I'm left with the task at hand.
Wherever I turn, there it is.
I remember this feeling.
Had almost forgotten about it.
When I did my last album I had to force myself
as if it was a matter of life and death
or ten more years would have passed in the blink of an eye.
This time I thought it would be simple,
that the music would just erupt like a volcano
and write itself for me.





I go out - too much impressions.
Bombarded with stimuli in every direction.
No resting space to hear my thoughts.
I try to block it all out with my Ipod.
But then my head is filled
with someone elses sound instead.





I realize this is not how I'm used to make music.
For years I've gotten used to
a calm and solitude when creating,
allowing an almost effortless listening inwards
and then a simple bringing forth
of whatever is in there.
Here it's like I cant hear anything within
because of the constant roar of streets,
the onslaught of a billion commercials,
and a constant hum of pipelines and air conditioning systems.
Once every fifteen minutes my refridgerator goes wild,
sounding liked a truck is parking in the appartment.

This situation calls for a new method.
Tomorrow I'm gonna sit myself down
and seriously make some plans.