Swing and a miss.
"Do you think people enjoyed your perfomance tonight?"
The full force of the vodka/red bull odour almost takes out my sense of smell completely.
Confessions of a frontman
The end is nigh.
"I can already see it. I'm frozen in some classic rock pose, at the edge of the stage with about 300 people screaming for more. It's 30 minutes before the club closes and the band just finished the last song.
The final gig with Undercover is over, and there's nothing left to do but to tip my hat at some great musicians!"
The best laid plans of mice and me.
Still not able to control my beating heart over the panic I felt caused by the chaotic turn of events, I glare at the gear in the back of the car, now rendered useless since the preliminary booking fell through. I enter the studio with a sensation that the whole universe is mocking me.
Being nervous...
"So when the time-consuming task of putting the new Motherpearl album together is starting to reach the end, and you realize that you have to stand by your creation in a cocky and proud pose and let the world know that "this is what we do, and we're damn good at it", well, then the nervousness sets in faster than Miley Cyrys sheds her clothes in a music video."
Citroner i livet...
Om exakt fem minuter skall jag ut på scen och ha ett gig för ett skönt
gäng från Lysekil. Vad de inte vet är att jag har förkylningen från
helvetet som givetvis manifesterat sig på mina stämband...
Sommarkort
Sommaren 2013..
...går nog till historien som den sommar där allting verkligen bara flög förbi. Allt ifrån after-beachpremiären på Tanumstrand över midsommarhelgen via spelningar längs med kusten hela vägen upp till Norge och tillbaks, vidare genom högsommarnätterna i ett töcken där förbandsspelningen innan Håkan Hellström satte febertermometern..