Street Musician

If you walked Götgatsbacken yesterday night you might have heard me play guitar and sing. I had bumped into a lost friend who was playing on the street. Together with him was his new girlfriend from italy and a girl from germany, who was selling paintings besides him. While updating ourselves about the passed year he told me about his ex girlfriend who had been in a coma after a failed suicide attempt and how this last year had been a living hell for him.

He handed me a beer and asked if I wanted to play guitar with him. So there we were, two guys playing guitar and singing again - and it felt great!
It had been a while since I had performed for other people and I had missed it alot.

That night we sang and played music for hours and later used the money we had earned to buy beer and play some pool with friends we met that had been passing by and who had now joined us.

Más Vale

Más Vale, är uttrycket som bäst passar in en solig fredag som idag. En fredag som bäst fan i helvete borde bli bra. Som inte kan liknas vid ett syrabad av bitterhet i form av chefens galla, tankar på alla ex som varit utflippade eller ölen som smakade blä förra helgen. Här ska mening urskiljas, ytan skrapas bort, och under alltsammans ska det fan blänka, stråla med positivt levnadslyftande ljus - lika hårt som hos en amerikansk baptistfrälsares endorfiningjutna och febrila leende på TV.

Somliga finner acceptans med hjälp av ett snyggt klädesplagg eller en look, stämpeln av godkännande vi alla ser i skyltfönstren. Den ohyran går bort i dag. Idag ska inga omdömen påverkas av något kravlandes levande varumärke som massproducerats av mode industrin.

En öl med en vän. Vi går dit vi vill, inte efter hur människorna ser ut eller där våra skor bäst matchar inredningen.

En sån dag är en lyckad dag.

Más vale que hoy sea así