Apparently it wasnt really a good idea to leave the blog. I didnt know how to treat it when it moved to loneydear.com so maybe ill keep up some writing here instead. Maybe Andy at Polyvinyl will find this blog soon, and transfer some of it to the site. Its the middle of the night, and im sitting wide awake in a blue sofa, completely half naked. Life storms around me and I dont really know where to go. I wish music could save me, but touring is STILL hard work, worries, hours of dead time, and minutes of singing and playing music. Its all up to me, what i do out of it. (Though). I will probably have to try to make a record, a truly great one. i should ask someone to help me, i dont know that shit anymore. I'd like to point out three places. Visingsö 1982 or 1983. Family out for picnic. I drink blueberry soup. Wind points my hats ribbon 90 degrees out to the side. I cant do this anymore.

KIDS

blog is moving to loneydear.com

weve infused the site with new blood thats to new friend Scott Lowe

I want it to be a touring circus of mending souls. Together. I want it to mean something. I spent a day and a night with Patrick Watson and the wooden arms. With everyone involved. The people at Salle Pleyel, the guys from Fourviere. I care for them. they care for me. I dont want to go out playing shows like, im here. im white, male 31 years old. I will sit in the middle of the room, and you will watch what i do for 1 hour. I want us to create something good, something that matters. Music matters. Culture matters. Friends matters. See you on tour 2011 and maybe 2010. We will eat, drink and mend souls together. / E

So long suckers.

#6. New album.

Some hard years but things seem to happen now.

working titles;

Blues
Yesterday
So all (octopus)

possibly; you you.

more info.

A woman reviewed my third album Sologne in early 2005 or 2006. I had already made the album Loney Noir finished. She described my works as whining and emotional-oholic. It made a deep impact to me and i felt like i was robbed on my language and emotions. What i felt was wrong, partly because i was a man.

I don't think it hurt me in the long run, it has been a long road around all this, but i guess i've returned to this now. In the good way. Man (woman!) we suffer here, we are disappointed, we are sad! (!). What else could we write songs about other than the sadness and the darkness. To keep it away, to keep us sane.

i went to berlin to hear ane sing with peter gabriel. found a friend to join me and we left on a 16-hour notice after getting the guest tickets. berlin was tshirt warm, and i had such a marvellous time there. was away for something like 36 hours still so profound experience. i learned something about myself and of what i should do with my time.

have speeded up the work with the #6 record. im right in the middle of something huge, awesome and mysterious a.k.a life.

suMmer

Its probably june or july 2009. Me and parts of my family have been biking around parts of a beautiful summer lake, and parts of it by cho-cho train ending up where we started.

My father and I decides to take our bikes home instead of the others taking the car. (summa: dinner upon arrival home). Dad is still stronger than me, knowing more of the trails and hills than i do. The sun is really low on the sky, just the good side of the warmness of it. I get really angry in the steep hills, on a bike from the 30's or earlier. A part of me knows, this could be the last time in life my fathers got more strenght than me, i knew it already there. You get closer.