The sound of my beginnings

You'll all be proud to know that I've successfully completed the C-level of Swedish for Immigrants; feels good. D-level is the next and final class which starts in August. So if you'd like to send me messages and/or leave comments in Swedish in the same vein as you'd talk to a 10-year old, by all means. Let's have 'em. I'll respond to the best of my ability as long as you don't take off points for spelling. And you might have to get creative as some of my grammar is still in the early stages (read: word order). But as planned I'm progressing and moving right along.

A recent and semi-common question has been if I'll ever attempt to write lyrics and sing in Swedish. The chances of that are super slim, although even before I moved here I threw "kom hit" into a song simply because it happened to rhyme and make sense in the song's context. Kom hit = come here.

And because I'm in a sharing and revealing mood, here's that song:

Eight A - mp3
This is an outtake from the 'Adventure, Bless and Don't Be Sorry' recordings. There's really no good reason as to why it wasn't included on the album. If you've got the album you'll hear that after I ditched this song I ended up using most of the drum bits for the album version of "You've Your Spymap Out". Anyways, I wrote this immediately after I came back from a month-long stay here in Uppsala in the autumn of 2004. I'd be left to my own devices in this very apartment while m'sweet went off to school. These were the days of the beginning of a never-ending string of important information I'd be receiving from her: This is where the king sleeps, this is where the bus goes, this is how you get home, and possibly most importantly: this is how you say that.