anja bigrell

anna bigrell wrote to help me identify the footage.  we spoke briefly.  i said how wonderful to hear so many strong women on one stage.

but she said, but all the musicians are men.

why is that????????

i mean as people are killing eachother all over the world and dying of hunger, its neat in the first world that the men still hog all the airwaves and instruments and stages.

boy bands bore me to tears. nsync.

but mattias olsson is letting me come to rothhandle.  for real i think nick needs to record his album there.
there is simply not this kind of atmosphere in USA to be found.
mattias olsson reminds me tremendously of nick, with his mischievous delighted fey energy.

they'll get along fine.
i wan tto play with a theramin!~!!!!!

clara rockmore


barry goldberg was like mary, you and nick need to work on your music.  the other stuff is not important.  but i want david soldi to come too.  because nobody can play david soldi guitar like david soldi.  i'm sure he could slaughter a banjo.
cactus soldi was in the bluegrass hall of fame.
bill soldi was cash.

i called dustin mosley and he was wearing a johnny cash tshirt.
we listened over skype to gosta berlings saga, anna von hausswolff, david soldi's new song darling whiskey with my trilling vocals overlaid, oh what a dream duet! and then what.
i am writing stefan kery.  a long BS letter.

this poem, i under stand
is about straring into a black hole.

SONJE AKESSON

Sonja Akesson - I Stare Into the Black Hole

I stare into the black hole.
What fucking black hole?
I stare into the black hole.
What fucking damn black hole?
I stare into the black hole.
What black hole?
I stare into the black hole.