Didn’t think anyone would actually make it this far.

Oh well there we go then.

I remember picking up a Lagwagon album as a young teen called “Let’s talk about feelings”. I’m not too sure what kind of feelings were in there, coming through the headache caused by that joyful feedback, but only in my old age – sigh – have I understood those damn punk rockers were right.

It’s always about feelings. 

Good chance you’ll never know much about me, apart from what you’ll be able to read between the lines of those posts and what I’m willing to let on. 

I’ve been called many things in my life and one of those was “paradoxical” and I guess there is indeed some of it here. I enjoy and will always crave the relative anonymity the internet provides over recognition – because that’s usually when everything starts going to shit – and yet I have the bad habit of pouring my heart out in my writing and being too honest for my own sake. 

So really what could I tell you about myself that could be of relevance to a stray human reading those lines? Not much. Maybe a fair warning that english is not my first language, nor my second for that matter, so apologies in advance for probably making your eyes bleed from time to time. Caffeine definitely doesn’t help with that. 

I’m not a music critic, not a music professional, not even sure I have actual taste in music to be honest. The only thing I do know is that music is and always will be my one true love and I will never have enough words for it.

I fall for boys, I fall for girls, I fall for whole bands. I fall for the growl of a low key bass note, I fall for the high pitch of a shredding guitar, I fall for a perfectly timed snare drum, I fall for voices. Oh boy do I fall for voices – they turn me into a hopeless romantic. I fall for a sound that rides on the surface of things, I fall for a lyric that makes me feel seen, I fall for these feelings you can relate to. I fall for a song, an album, an artist, a decades long discography. 

I fall for music, time and time again, and I keep looking for the one that will make my heart beat. The one that will bring me that fleeting joy. The one that inspires me. The one that makes me feel alive. The one I want to share with others. 

And that’s how you end up writing a lot of shit in a dark corner of the Internet. 

Music is a language, and my love language is to nag you endlessly about it, writing posts that sometimes, most times, always will merely be love letters to all these artists who drown out the world on a daily basis in the most beautiful way. 

So yeah, not much to say about me apart from – I’m just a music fan who drinks too much coffee.

Thanks for being here.