Can anybody find me?

I've been singing this song in my head for a long time now.

The most annoying part is that it's only one word, really, going round and round and round...

Yep, you guessed it. 'Somebody'.


"Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. Can anybody find me - somebody to love..."

Oh happy day.

I've found a gospel choir to join here. Not really been in a choir since before I moved to the UK. Did try in Lancaster but the people running it were both rubbish and not very nice so I didn't last long!

Hopefully this new one will be fun :)

Can't find any videos of the choir I used to be in back home - no videos from when I was there anyway... Here's a newer one (not great quality unfortunately)

I'm sure we used to have more fun than it looks like they're having there.. haha. Best choir in the world! When we move back to Stockholm I'll definitely be joining again.


(This is what it should look like... )


On a similar note, this is lovely:

Radio Julia.

If I was in charge of choosing the music for any radio station it'd be so different. The radio is lame. Especially lame when your taste in music differs from that of the person you're with. Ok, we don't disagree on everything. Far from everything. But... Come on, Steve Lawler? Red Hot Chilli Peppers?

I also wish I could have music on at work. I can, sometimes. Depending on who's in. But if I don't want to offend by making people listen to music they really don't like.

I suppose headphones may be the way forward - but mine are big chunky (red!) closed-cup ones so I think I'd look a bit rude! In-ear ones just fall out of my ears, it's the Backelin-curse... ;)

When I worked at Manchester we'd have some great music blasting (ahem, I mean... on a very reasonable volume) in the office. It was fantastic - Bob Dylan, Amy Winehouse, any and all rock you can imagine. Louise, you need to come work with me here.

That sounds so mean - my colleagues are lovely! But there's less Dylan in my current office.

News: Fingerprints.

BBC: FBI seizes John Lennon fingerprint card from auction house.

Is this for real? Do the FBI really not have anything better to do? Sure - not great if government documents are going walkies but it seems like a waste of time, esp as it's been 40 years and the subject is long gone.

Coming of age, musically.

I've been listening to the Pixies a fair bit recently. Can't believe I pretty much missed them out in my musical education/coming of age/whatever.

Instead there was a whole lot of Swedish 'trallpunk'. Like Ebba Gron, Imperiet, DLK... I listened to Silverchair, a lot. A lot is probably an understatement. Nirvana's a given. Black Sabbath, Rolling Stones, AC/DC. I was something of a... I don't even know how to label myself at 15. Grunge I think.

Yet I missed out on Pixies. Lame. Definitely have some catching up to do.

Genius song.

Magnus Uggla - Dansar aldrig nykter



Ska man fixa en fru
bör man lite till mans
kunna svänga sig i dans
i en lagom glad och svängig rytmik
till nåt som kallas för musik
för inte kan man bara kliva fram till en tjej
och säga ska du följa med hem till mig
Först ska man ju rejva fram till klockan tre
så kanske det blir té
Men jag saknar både djärvhet och mod
och jag har inget negerblod
och jag tycker techno, disco och funk
är ett enda jävla dunk
Men efter några geting vänder det tvärt
börjar svänga om höfter och stjärt
Festar jag på gränsen till att jag ska spy
så breakar jag som hela Rinkeby

Jag dansar aldrig nykter någonstans
aldrig inte en chans
att jag dansar nykter
kallat´t undanflykter
om du vill
Utan minsta promill
står jag still

Går man ut en vardag är man en blyg
som framåt tolv går hem i smyg
men är det lördagskväll och sån´t oerhört race
att man stänger varje place
då törs man också utan svårighet kliva fram
och bjuda upp varenda kaxig madame
Mitt under en sådan natt i jakt på synd
så träffar jag mitt fynd

Jag dansar aldrig nykter någonstans
aldrig inte en chans
att jag dansar nykter
kallat´t undanflykter
om du vill
Utan minsta promill
står jag still

När vi har gift oss
och man i samstämd hals
avkräver mig en bröllopsvals
och fast jag står bland släkten i inhyrd frack
säger jag utan snack

jag dansar aldrig nykter någonstans
aldrig inte en chans
att jag dansar nykter
kallat´t undanflykter
om du vill
Utan minsta promill
står jag still

Swedish music

Months and months and months ago (probably about a year ago actually!), my friend Nathan made me a cd of Swedish music. I know, that sounds a bit backwards, surely it should be the other way around? Patience, my dear, it will all be explained in due course.

Oh - and Nathan, if you're reading this, please don't. Cos it'll ruin the surprise.

N used to give me lifts to and from uni every day the first few months of the MSc. Being the only two people who lived far away from campus (apart, obviously, from the Dutch guy who actually lived in the Hague) it made sense. And he'd always play this really cute, cheery music. Not something I'd choose to listen to normally maybe, but nice enough. And I'd ask who it was, and invariably the answer would be 'it's the Swedish band XYZ. Don't you know them?'

So, one day I got a cd with loads of them on! The cover was the titles written out in blue and yellow, shaped as the Swedish flag. Y'kno, in case I ever feel homesick ;)

Edit: I just realised I never explained the Swedish connection. There's a club in Newcastle that do/did a Swedish Popklubb every month (I think?). So it's not completely random!

Such a sweet thing to do!

So, I promised I'd return the favour. And me being, well... me. Lazy. I still haven't.

I made a playlist to burn onto a cd ages ago. But since then I've reinstalled Windows. And of course lost the playlist. And forgotten about it. Again. And again. And again. I'm so useless!

So today I finally remade the playlist. Well, some of it. There's some music saved on the server I want to add but it's not shared at the moment.

But the point is, Nathan shall get his cd. Soon.

In the mean time, here are some highlights. The best of Swedish music, some would say... (ignore the rubbish videos...)

Magnus Uggla - Första Gången

Ted Gärdestad - Jag vill ha en egen måne

Docent Död - Bakom mina solglasögon