Some weeks ago i discovered a blog by this Swedish writer - Jonas Bergh. While reading i got more and more captivated. Affected. The feeling was almost surrealistic. Just when i saved the favourite and was about to close the page i realised why. The site beneath was Pacha. Open Pacha at first and then Jonas - or any random poetic english blog. And realise the difference made by the sound.
Thinking a lot about sounds. Maybe cause i come from the countryside. All the sounds are so unique and mean so much. The sounds of the horse are vital for the way i am riding just as the whining of the wind will make me stay in or the sound of the thunder for what plugs i will pull. As soon as i turn into a cit i let go. The sounds dont matter to me anymore.
At home out on the countryside i am usually outdoors without the pod. Love the nature too much to pollute. But in the city i always bring it. To deafen all the whistlings comments looks raised fingers and cursing drivers. I even bring the pod to clubs just to listen on my way home. This fall i have constantly been listening to Claes Roséns beautiful Eighties strolling New Yorks shady and empty streets early in the morning hours. The feeling is indescribable. Listen.
Another absolute favourite is listening to cheezy swedish dance-bands biking to the office in the morning. How about passing some afroamerican kids or an american hard core pick up - with a cheerie "Nothing Will Stop Us Now" or "You Give Me Good Vibrations". My smile goes from ear to ear when i sneak in between the yellow cabs.
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