Incoming

Last night I had the opportunity to hang out with an old friend of mine (American) who was here, last minute, for some "job stuff". I won't mention her name because I don't want to be the one to let the cat out of the bag on her currently up in the air "job stuff". Anywho, it was sort of surreal to be sitting in the midst of a fine Stockholm Sunday night, beers in hand, with a familiar face from my past gang of Chicago comrades across the table. Her pack of cigs didn't have any Swedish death warning on them. These cigs were foreign! And it felt really nice to drop my guard and hear words like "Elston" and "buddy" come out of someone's mouth. Good luck to my unnamed friend who might possibly be making some super serious "job stuff" decisions in the coming days. I have a feeling that this is going to be a whatever is meant to happen will happen scenario for you and yours.

Before all this went down, I had a pleasant weekend getaway to m'sweet's old stomping ground Motala for a midsommar weekend. I found myself in one of those professional tents that someone would rent for a home-baked outdoor wedding reception. It was totally right. It rained, as it probably always will whenenver an outdoor Swedish holiday rolls around. I had the opportunity to chat a bunch with my new pal Fredrik . Now Fredrik is a friend of a friend and I've been aware of his musics since I moved to Sweden back in 2005. It was just recently that I got a hold of a cd and really gave it a proper listen. His band, The Lovekevins (although I think they want you to say "The LK") just so happened to release one of the best albums I've heard in recent time entitled "The LK vs. the Snow". The link above directs you to their myspace page. If I could recommend one band to go browse it would be them. They push all of those buttons of mine in wonderful sequence. Oh yeah, I'll be remixing a song of theirs sometime this summer. I love new projects.

This Saturday my parents will drop in Stockholm. That'll be really nice to have them here. The pond seems like it's drying up. Or maybe somebody has finally built a bridge. Or maybe it's just finally time to start seeing more familiar faces in these parts. I'm waiting.