"It happens to everyone I know. The outbreak of a cold just leaves you isolated and confined to your bed, wasting paper tissues, the same way that Justin Bieber wastes eggs on his neighbour.
And most of you get away with it too. You simply call you boss and let him/her know that you're not able to come to work for a few days. After that you claim the couch and plow through every season of Breaking Bad on Netflix, hoping that this pesky cold of yours will be gone in a few days."
Läs mer"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.
Läs mer"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!"
Läs merStill 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.
Läs mer"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."
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